Chapter 136: Instantly Healed!

After a full ten minutes had passed, Bian Que finally released his hand and slowly stood up: "Come here." But these words were directed at Tang Luo.

"No triple?"

"Can't you tell? Though not stated outright, this is a triple, a hidden triple!"

The onlookers are always the most excited.

"Can't Doctor Bian do it?" Tang Luo said with a smile.

"No, I just need to give you a chance." Bian Que said, unable to say it works, because he sees no cause, and seeing no cause means he certainly cannot cure the illness.

But he also cannot say it doesn't work, after all, Bian Que is not the historical physician; besides basic medical methods, he has other means at his disposal.

He wants to see what abilities this Tang Xuanzang truly possesses.

"If the monk consecrates, then it can be said the monk has cured this patron." Tang Luo said.

"Are you that confident?" Bian Que asked.

"Naturally, monastics do not tell falsehoods." Tang Luo nodded, "Doctor Bian, if you can, then proceed with treatment."

"Don't regret it." Bian Que said, about to squat down again, then stopped, laughing, "I was mistaken."

"Oh?"

"Kid, I cured him—what's in it for me?" Bian Que said with a sneer, "Or are you all in cahoots, trying to frame me for treating him?"

"Just wait until he wakes up and ask him for the reward?" Tang Luo pointed at Hou Yi and said, "With so many watching, if you renege, you'll find it hard to move an inch later."

No one would want to deal with a deadbeat.

"... Uh." Bian Que stared for a moment, as if there were no problem.

The unconscious Hou Yi he knows, of considerable strength. Even if he can't pay immediately, owing a favor is a good thing.

Upon reflection, the other party seems to have no need to use this method to make himself save someone.

Bian Que lightly coughed once—he was overthinking.

"If so, then watch closely." Bian Que raised his right hand, palm upward in a hollow support, and soon a small bottle appeared in his hand.

The bottle is entirely cyan, round-bodied with a narrow neck, and still stoppered with a red plug, the kind often seen in film and television.

This is Bian Que's skill: Deadly Spirit Medicine.

It sounds similar to a certain pesticide, but actually—it's more like another skill.

The small bottle is not the "body" of this skill; the body is the liquid spirit medicine inside, which can treat most injuries and illnesses.

At least, Bian Que has used this skill so far without achieving anything in over ten instances, including this time with the Dragon King.

And among those in the "triple," there are actually many with injuries and illnesses for whom the Deadly Spirit Medicine would work. But the other party simply cannot offer Bian Que satisfactory compensation, and they are not like the Dragon King or Hou Yi—powerful figures worth Bian Que's "investment" in goodwill—so they were thus "tripled."

Life-saving spirit medicine, yet ironically bears the words "deadly."

The reason is simple: when Bian Que employs it, he can, according to his will, turn it into a blood-sealing, throat-closing poison, sufficient to cause death.

Now, naturally, it is truly a spirit medicine.

Bian Que lifted Hou Yi's head, made him open his mouth, poured the medicine in, and pressed twice, letting the unconscious Hou Yi successfully swallow it.

Interestingly, at the moment the pouring finished, the small bottle and its stopper also faded and disappeared simultaneously.

Bian Que stood up, said nothing, and stared at Hou Yi.

Others also fixed their gaze on Hou Yi.

Time passed second by second, one minute, two minutes, three minutes...

A full five minutes passed, and Hou Yi remained utterly still; if not for his chest—no, Hou Yi's chest showed not the slightest rise and fall.

If not for a faint pulse still beating, he would be indistinguishable from dead.

Even his heartbeat and breathing had already ceased.

If not for this, how could Bian Que have possibly delayed so long when he first took the pulse?

If not for my momentary impulsiveness, stepping in, now riding a tiger I can't dismount, facing this situation, Bian Que would have long declared a triple.

"It seems Doctor Bian has failed." Tang Luo said, "Then let the monk save him."

"... Wait!" Bian Que suddenly gritted his teeth, "I still have a way."

"Oh?" Tang Luo drew back the foot he had stepped forward.

Kong Ming glanced at Tang Luo, so confident, certain Bian Que couldn't save the person?

"Watch closely." Bian Que let out another low shout, but this time everyone's expectations had greatly diminished.

Last time you said the same thing—what was the result?

The person still lay on the deck, the skills had no effect—what else could be done?

If this skill is useless, then use another skill!

For those who walk among gods and demons, this is the best approach to solving problems.

Bian Que extended both hands, fingers spread, facing the prone Hou Yi; after a while, a sound of trickling water reached everyone's ears.

In the empty space before Bian Que's hands, a clear spring actually welled up, pouring onto Hou Yi's body.

No trace of wetting remained; the moment the spring touched Hou Yi, it was absorbed into his body.

"What skill is this?"

"I don't know, I've never seen Doctor Bian use it."

Bian Que turned a deaf ear, his face grim; it's normal others haven't seen him use it.

This skill is called "Spring of Life," its healing effect far surpassing the Deadly Spirit Medicine, but Bian Que has used it no more than three times.

Because this skill consumes his life force.

Yes, the "life" in Spring of Life is Bian Que's own life—a skill of self-sacrifice for others.

What flows out is not spring water, but Bian Que's life!

If he could, Bian Que would absolutely not use this to save Hou Yi—don't look, Hou Yi and Kong Ming, Dragon King have poor relations.

But in reality, there is still some gap between him and the two in terms of strength and status.

Hou Yi could not match Bian Que in using this skill; even if it were the Dragon King, Bian Que would need to carefully consider what reward could move him.

He told the Dragon King that he had beautiful eyes, and it was not baseless.

"Damn it! Why isn't he waking up yet!"

Thirty seconds—using the Spring of Life had already passed thirty seconds, consuming a full thirty days of Bian Que's life.

Unexpectedly, like a stone sinking into the sea, Hou Yi showed not the slightest "response."

"Wake up!" Bian Que gritted his teeth, fiercely increasing the output.

One minute later, he abruptly withdrew his hand, gasping heavily, his eyes blood-red, like a gambler who had lost everything.

Indeed, he had lost the bet; the Spring of Life had consumed nearly a year of his life.

Yet it had no effect on Hou Yi!

Losing such a massive amount of vitality in a short time left Bian Que utterly exhausted.

Old Huang beside him revealed a barely noticeable smile—it was settled.

"Can't Doctor Bian handle it?" Tang Luo asked again, posing a question Bian Que could not possibly answer.

How can a man say he can't? Unless he's facing a doctor in a men's clinic.

"Since he can't, then let me, the poor monk, try?" Tang Luo said.

"Fine, I'd like to see what you can do to revive this corpse!" Bian Que said, wishing he could unleash a triple burst of aura right then.

Tang Luo smiled with a flower between his fingers, walked to Hou Yi's side, sat cross-legged, placed his hands together before his chest, and closed his eyes.

Amid tranquility and serenity, with a touch of solemn dignity, for a moment it seemed as if one saw a Buddha statue in a temple.

An enlightened high monk! Absolutely an enlightened high monk!

Even if only a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist—still representing the identity of a member of the Martial Arts Myth and related to Buddhism.

Seeing Tang Xuanzang at this moment, everyone immediately thought of the four words "enlightened high monk."

The bearer of Tang Seng's destiny is extraordinary!

Could it be the Sandalwood Merit Buddha Tang Seng Tang Xuanzang from the sequel to Journey to the West?

That is truly remarkable.

Tang Luo closed his eyes, slightly opened his mouth, and a stream of Sanskrit incomprehensible to everyone flowed out smoothly.

A golden halo appeared behind his head.

"I..."

"Hiss..."

All surprised words were suppressed; everyone stared at Tang Luo.

Is it truly the destiny of a "Buddha"?

Kong Ming silently wondered in his heart whether he had still underestimated Tang Luo; now his feeling was even more profound than when he treated the Dragon King in the room.

Could he have been in a state of ease all along, including now?

As for Bian Que, his complexion grew even worse.

The Sanskrit chant lasted half a minute; Tang Luo's halo behind his head did not fade. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, reached out, and pointed at Hou Yi's forehead: "Wake up quickly!"

A blinding light burst from his fingertips, flashing and vanishing instantly, like Tang Luo's finger—touch and done.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo rose again, "The poor monk has already saved this donor."

"I didn't see—" Bian Que was somewhat flustered.

"Mmm—" Before he could finish speaking, Hou Yi, lying on the ground, opened his eyes and then slowly pushed himself up to sit.

His face showed both pain and confusion, utterly unaware of where he was.

"He's awake!"

"He's really awake!"

The onlookers made the sound of salted fish; frankly, without Bian Que's earlier groundwork, everyone would not be this surprised now.

But once Bian Que, the renowned doctor, provided the contrast, Tang Luo's extraordinariness became even more evident.

This Master Xuanzang is a divine doctor!

Although his way of saving people is not at all "medical," it is very "divine," and that is enough!

What does it mean to be cured on the spot? This is it!

Bian Que stared fixedly at Tang Luo, his body trembling slightly: "You set a trap for me from the beginning?"

"Didn't the poor monk say it clearly?" Tang Luo looked at Bian Que and said.

From the start, he had said it clearly: to demonstrate how powerful his enlightened treatment is.

Elder Tang conducts himself in this open and aboveboard manner.

"You, puff—" Bian Que transformed into one pierced through the intestines, spouting a large mouthful of fresh blood.

The consumption of the Spring of Life was not small; added to extreme anger attacking the heart, and his own intentional or unintentional pushing, he fainted cleanly.

"Take Doctor Bian away to rest." The Dragon King quickly summoned two staff members, who took Bian Que away.

After all, he is a renowned doctor; he cannot truly faint to death on the deck.

"What happened to you?" Kong Ming then walked to Hou Yi, still sitting on the deck, and asked.

Everyone also came to their senses, right, there's still this excitement to watch.

"I..." Hou Yi shook his head, his face turning fierce: "Where is that bastard Huang Zhong!"

"Huang Zhong!"

"Old Huang!"

Everyone suddenly realized, taking advantage of the moment when Master Xuanzang displayed his enlightened technique, Huang Zhong had already run away!