Chapter 633

Jiang Feng pushed the door open and walked in.

The ward wasn't large, but the facilities were complete.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and medicinal liquid.

The sickbed was placed in the exact center of the room. Ma Jian lay on it, his whole body reduced to skin and bone, his cheeks sunken.

His cheekbones protruded sharply, his skin an unhealthy pallor, as if something had drained all color from it.

His body was bristling with various tubes and wires, the quilt pulled up to his chest, exposing a hand thin as a chicken's claw, knuckles prominent, an indwelling needle stuck in the back of his hand, surrounded by a ring of bruises.

Jiang Feng walked to the bedside, lowered his head, and looked at Ma Jian's face, gaunt to the point of being almost unrecognizable.

His heart felt as if something had twisted it.

That foolish kid always rushed to the front to block blades for him; later, ambushed, he took that palm strike for Jiang Feng, was slapped away, vomiting blood as he crashed into the corner.

At that time Jiang Feng had lost consciousness, so he didn't witness that scene himself.

But seeing Ma Jian's condition now, he could tell that the kid had nearly lost his life for him.

He closed his eyes, his divine sense spreading like a fine net, enveloping Ma Jian entirely.

He could clearly sense Ma Jian's internal condition.

His five viscera and six bowels were being corroded by a cold dark force, which continually eroded his organs.

His liver had failed more than half, his heartbeat weak and erratic, liable to stop at any moment.

The medical measures of Linghu Family Hospital appeared quite good; various advanced instruments were doing their utmost to prolong Ma Jian's life.

But those measures could only slow the corrosion's pace; they could not solve the problem at its root.

That force was too stubborn, like a wood-boring worm that hollows out the inside while the exterior looks intact, yet in reality it is riddled with countless holes.

Jiang Feng's expression darkened.

The aura of that force was all too familiar to him.

It was left by Dongfang Jue.

That effeminate man, when he unleashed that palm, not only used true force but also mixed in a trace of the Soul Melting Technique's resonance.

It was like planting a seed that took root and sprouted inside Ma Jian, slowly destroying his vitality.

Even though Dongfang Jue is not here, that seed continues to grow, continuing to corrode.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng clenched his teeth.

He felt he really shouldn't have held back against Dongfang Jue.

That foolish kid lies here, comatose on the sickbed for so long, having suffered so much, all because he blocked that palm for him.

He will not let this matter go.

Jiang Feng drew a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions, then raised his hand.

Golden light flowed slowly in his palm, those Law Powers like living things jumping at his fingertips, emitting a faint hum.

He intended to completely extract the lingering cold dark force from Ma Jian's body, then nourish his damaged five viscera and six bowels with Martial Sovereign Law Force, reshaping the corroded meridians and organs.

His hand had just lifted, less than a foot from Ma Jian's chest, when a sharp, urgent female shout came from behind.

What are you doing!

That voice was shrill and urgent, carrying obvious indignation and tension.

Immediately followed by hurried footsteps, the click-clack of high heels on the floor, rushing to Jiang Feng's side.

Jiang Feng's hand halted in midair.

He turned his head and saw a woman in a white doctor's coat standing before him.

She appeared about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, her hair tied in a ponytail, her features delicate and refined, but now her eyes were wide open, filled with vigilance.

In her hand she also held a medical chart, her knuckles whitened from gripping it.

Jiang Feng's gaze swept over the work badge on her chest, seeing the name and position there.

Attending Physician, Lin Yanqian.

Lin Yanqian stood before him, sizing him up from head to toe; seeing his half-worn gray robe and the dust smudges on the cuffs, she frowned even tighter.

She raised her hand and pointed at Jiang Feng, her voice stern.

This is our hospital's critical patient. Who are you? How can you just barge into the ward? Do you know his condition is serious? If something goes wrong, can you bear that responsibility?

She spoke quickly, as if scolding a rule-breaking family member.

Her gaze locked onto Jiang Feng's hand, seeing the golden light flowing at his fingertips, her pupils constricted slightly.

This man's hand actually glows?

Jiang Feng looked at her, his expression unchanged.

He offered no explanation, no argument, not even a word.

He simply turned his head back to look at Ma Jian on the sickbed, then let his hand continue downward, pressing toward Ma Jian's chest.

Lin Yanqian saw that he ignored her, and grew even angrier.

She stepped forward, reaching out to block Jiang Feng's arm.

I've made myself perfectly clear! I am his attending physician! You can't treat him like this! His condition is already extremely unstable; any external interference could cause irreversible damage! Stop this instant!

Her voice rose eight degrees, sounding especially shrill in the quiet ward.

Her hand was almost touching Jiang Feng's arm; her fingertips could even sense the faint heat radiating from him.

Jiang Feng's hand stopped. He did not turn back, merely speaking softly.

His organs have already failed; your medical means can't cure him.

Lin Yanqian froze for a moment, then her face flushed even redder.

She is the attending physician at Jiangcheng's best hospital, having graduated top of her class from Imperial Medical University, trained under a National Hand–level elder professor, and in her career has treated countless difficult cases.

She has absolute confidence in her medical skill; even faced with Ma Jian's severe case, she has continually sought solutions, tried new therapies, and never given up.

But the man in front of her, dressed like a beggar, hadn't even taken her pulse, hadn't even looked at her case, and was Standing there denying her healing.

She felt her professional Dignity had been subjected to a severe Provocative Smile.

What do you know!

Lin Yanqian's voice became even stricter, almost like she was shouting.

I am his Attending Physician; I know his condition better than he does! Who are you? Do you have medical qualifications? Have you studied medicine? What gives you the right to boss around Here?

She pointed her hand toward the door and said angrily.

Get out! If you don't leave, I'll call security!

Jiang Feng did not move.

He also did not look at her.

His gaze remained fixed on Ma Jian's pale face, the hand hanging in midair began to fall again, The Golden Light grew brighter and richer, like a small sun condensing in his palm.

Lin Yanqian saw him ignore her, and she was so angry she almost Jumping up.

She reached out to grab his arm, intending to forcibly drag him out of the ward.

Then she felt as if her world had been frozen.

Time seemed to be stuck by something.

Her body froze in place, the outstretched hand halted in midair, the Fingers less than an inch from Jiang Feng's arm, yet she couldn't move at all.

Her eyes could still move, she could still see everything before her, and she could see Jiang Feng's hand, wrapped in Golden Light, slowly landing on Ma Jian's chest, but her body felt as if encased in a huge amber, making even blinking difficult.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, to shout, to call for security, but her throat felt stuffed with Cotton, and she couldn't make a sound.

Her heart raced, blood surged, but her body felt as if nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.

Her Pupils contracted violently as she looked at the man in the gray robe before her, only one thought remained in her mind, frantically striking her Awareness.

What kind of sorcery did this person use?