Chapter 383

An afternoon three days later.

Gu Shanhe lay on a lounge chair, sipping tea.

The nine emperors had also finished their seclusion and walked out of the guest rooms on the ship.

Suddenly, a low and deep humming sound came from between heaven and earth.

That sound did not come from the human world, as if it were a thunderous sound falling from the nine heavens, shaking every corner of space and time.

"It's here!"

Gu Shanhe put down his teacup, his gaze looking toward the sky.

Only to see the originally clear blue sky now churning violently like water waves.

The thick black clouds dispersed instantly, replaced by a vast golden light spanning through time and space.

"The celestial screen has opened again!"

"I wonder which legendary scene is being counted down this time?"

At this moment, not only the nine emperors on the spirit ship, but also the commoners in the markets and fields, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up involuntarily.

Above the firmament, gilded ancient characters emerged line by line, accompanied by the sound of magnificent bells:

【The Three Kingdoms are romantic, with clouds of fierce generals and generations of heroes.】

【Some shook China with their might, some left their names in history.】

【Today's countdown is not about battles and slaughter, but only about the strength of bones and will.】

【Top ten legendary scenes of the Three Kingdoms—】

【Scraping bone to remove poison, iron bones suppressing eternity, the Martial Saint crowning a thousand autumns!】

"Scraping bone to remove poison?"

Liu Xiu frowned, the red-faced, long-bearded, righteous figure flashing through his mind instantly, "Yunchang?"

"Good name!"

Liu Bang smacked his lips, "Sounds exciting! Scraping bone, sounds painful just listening to it!"

Liu Che's eyes lit up, and he gripped the sword at his waist.

"Strength of bones and will?"

"I must see how this Guan Yu, with a body of flesh and blood, endures this pain of scraping bone!"

The celestial screen scene zoomed in suddenly, crossing the mist of a thousand years of time, and froze on that battlefield of Xiangfan where the fires of war were raging.

The celestial screen text dissipated, and then the scene slowly appeared.

In the scene, smoke filled the air, and although the sounds of shouting and killing had gradually ceased, a heavy smell of blood still permeated the air.

That was the Battle of Xiangfan, where Guan Yu flooded the seven armies and shook China, at the peak moment of his life.

However, heaven has unpredictable storms.

In a fierce encounter, Guan Yu led his personal guards to charge, but was inadvertently spotted by Cao army archers, and a cold arrow shot through the air.

The arrow, carrying a shrill whistle, instantly pierced through the defense of Guan Yu's prized Green Dragon Crescent Blade and fiercely stuck into his right arm.

A close-up shot was given to the arrow—the arrowhead had a faint blue color, clearly poisoned.

In less than half a day, the terrifying poison spread wildly along the blood vessels.

Guan Yu's entire right arm swelled rapidly, the skin and flesh turning blue and black, the veins bulging high like twisted earthworms.

A visible black poisonous gas lingered around the wound, emitting a nauseating odor.

The military doctors accompanying the army knelt on the ground, looking at the wounded arm held by Guan Ping, all of them looking like dead ashes.

An old medical officer stood up tremblingly, his voice carrying a sobbing tone:

"My Lord, this poison... this poison is the Cao army's secret wolf poison, which rots upon entering the flesh and kills upon entering the bone."

"Now the poisonous gas has penetrated deep into the bone marrow; if not treated in time, within three days, the entire arm will surely rot and die, and even the poisonous gas will attack the heart..."

He said this, not daring to look at Guan Yu's face, and lowered his head: "To save your life, there is only... only to amputate the right arm!"

Amputation!

These two words were like a bolt from the blue, shaking everyone in the tent until their faces turned pale.

For a fierce general galloping on the battlefield, what is the difference between losing an arm and death?

That means he will say goodbye to the battlefield forever and become a useless person.

Guan Ping knelt on the ground with a "thump," his face covered in tears: "Father!"

Generals in the tent like Zhou Cang and Liao Hua all clenched their fists, their nails digging into their palms, but no one dared to make a sound.

The entire army was filled with sorrow.

Just as despair was spreading, a report came from outside the tent: "The divine physician Hua Tuo requests an audience!"

Before the words fell, an old man with white hair and beard, carrying a medicine chest, rushed into the tent, covered in dust.

It was indeed Hua Tuo, who lived in seclusion in the mountains and had divine medical skills.

Hua Tuo stepped forward quickly, carefully examined Guan Yu's wound, frowned, and pondered for a long time.

"My Lord," Hua Tuo spoke slowly, his expression grave to the extreme, "Amputation is the worst strategy to save your life. I have a method that might preserve your arm."

"Please speak, Master."

Guan Yu's voice was still steady and powerful, without a hint of panic.

"It is necessary to use a sharp blade to cut open the rotten flesh of the wound until the arm bone is exposed."

"Then use the blade to scrape away the poison attached to the bone until the bone surface turns red and the poisonous blood is completely removed."

"In this way, your arm can be preserved, and your martial strength can also return to its original state."

Once these words were spoken, the tent was dead silent.

Scraping bone!

Without any anesthetic, without any pain relief, using a knife to scrape poison off the bone!

Hua Tuo looked at Guan Yu and added heavily: "The pain of this method is the ultimate torture in the world."

"Ordinary people would faint from the pain after just a moment, or even die from the pain breaking their heart pulse."

"My Lord is an iron-willed hero, but you must think twice."

The civil and military officials in the tent subconsciously took half a step back upon hearing this.

Many civil officials had already covered their mouths, their faces turning green.

Just imagining the scene of the sharp blade scraping the bone made their scalps tingle and their limbs cold.

The personal guards watching outside the tent were even more stiff, their legs soft, and some even couldn't help but retch.

This is the rhythm of hurting someone to death alive!

However, where everyone's gaze focused, Guan Yu just smiled slightly.

He sat upright on the commander's seat, wearing armor, his posture as straight as a pine.

There was not a hint of fear on that date-red face, only a sense of indifference.

"It's just scraping bone, what is there to talk about?"

Guan Yu raised his left hand, gently stroking the beautiful beard on his chest, his voice terrifyingly calm:

"Master, just proceed, Guan will wait here playing chess."

He was actually playing chess while undergoing surgery!

Hua Tuo took a deep breath and took out a sharp scalpel.

The camera of the celestial screen became extremely oppressive at this moment.

The sharp blade gleamed in the candlelight and cut open the blackened flesh of Guan Yu's right arm without hesitation.

"Sss—"

The sound of flesh separating was clearly audible.

Immediately after, a stream of thick black blood sprayed out instantly, splashing onto the table, shocking to the eye.

Guan Yu's left hand moved; he picked up a chess piece and dropped it on the board, making a crisp sound.

"Check."

He said lightly, as if the arm were not his own.

Hua Tuo's hands were steady, but the shock in his eyes grew stronger.

As the blade went deeper and touched the hard arm bone, the tooth-aching "creak" scraping sound was particularly harsh in the silent tent.

That was the sound of metal rubbing against bone, the sound of destruction and rebirth intertwined.

Blood dripped down, gathering into a pool on the ground.

And Guan Yu, from beginning to end, kept his back straight, his sitting posture as upright as a sculpture.

His complexion did not change in the slightest, and there wasn't even a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

His left hand held the chess piece, dropping it calmly, chatting and laughing with Ma Liang beside him, discussing the offense and defense of the chess game, his speech speed slow, his demeanor natural.

Several hours passed.

When Hua Tuo finally put away the scalpel and bandaged the wound, this divine physician who had seen countless life and death situations had his clothes soaked through with cold sweat on his back, and his hands couldn't stop trembling slightly.

He looked at Guan Yu, his eyes full of unbelievable awe.

Guan Yu raised his right arm and moved his wrist gently; the strength in his waving was not diminished at all.

He stood up and straightened his battle robe; that arrogant spirit looking down on the world remained as it was.

"Master's wonderful hands, Guan has no worries now."

The celestial screen scene froze.

Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng stood at the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back, his gaze like a torch, coldly examining the scene.

"The pain of the battlefield and the torture of cruel punishment are the most grinding to the human heart."

"People all fear the pain of flesh, skin, and bones, yet this person, with a mortal body, carries the ultimate extreme pain of eternity; his heart is iron-blooded and resilient, his strength of bone and will far exceeding ordinary people by more than a hundred times!"

Ying Zheng's voice carried unquestionable majesty,

"There are thousands of fierce generals in the world, only this person is a true tough guy!"

"If Great Qin had such sharp soldiers, why worry about not pacifying the six states!"

Han Gaozu Liu Bang changed from his usual playful smile and became rarely serious.

"A true hero, a great man!"

Liu Bang sighed, "When I was in Peixian, I saw a butcher killing pigs get injured, and that scream could lift the roof."

"Ordinary martial generals would wail endlessly after suffering some minor external injuries, yet this pain of scraping bone and removing poison is enough to kill a mortal, but Guan Yu is chatting and laughing, not moving a muscle!"

He shook his head, his eyes full of admiration.

"Such peerless character is hard to find a second person in history!"

"If Yunchang were willing to help me, then other martial generals would have to step aside!"

Han Wudi Liu Che's eyes flashed with excitement, which was the resonance belonging to a martial person.