The Martial Doctor

"Yes, Master. Although your injury is severe, it doesn’t necessarily mean it can’t be healed. Let me take a look." Lin Miao smiled slightly.

Dingxian nodded. Everyone was here, so not letting them check wasn’t going to stop Jing Hui’s insistence. She knew her own body too well, unless a medical sage was reborn, there might still be a sliver of hope.

First, Lin Miao observed Dingxian’s complexion, then examined her tongue coating, and finally took her pulse.

The pulse of a martial artist cannot be compared with that of ordinary humans. The deeper a martial artist’s cultivation, the more their pulse pattern will differ from a normal person’s.

Using the standard pulse pattern of a normal person to diagnose a martial artist would certainly be incorrect.

This is because, in the pulse patterns indicating illness for normal people, a martial artist might not find anything unusual. For instance, a floating or sinking pulse is an abnormal condition for regular people, but if a martial artist is practicing a certain cultivation technique, these types of pulse conditions are very common.

Of course, internal imbalance will ultimately cause problems, but it doesn’t manifest as illness. Lin Miao had encountered this scenario before.

For instance, the pulse of high-level masters like Baili Bingyun and Fahai—they have immense cultivation, and their bodies are unquestionably healthy, but their pulse is slower than a normal person’s. If a normal person had a slow pulse, their body would already be in trouble.

Furthermore, a martial artist’s pulse is powerful and strong, while for normal people, being too strong or too weak is indicative of illness.

The pulse examination took about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Dingxian’s body was indeed in terrible condition, nearly at the point where all five vital organs were failing, yet her deep cultivation allowed her to barely maintain a sliver of vitality.

This meant that she was still alive thanks to her profound inner strength, past accumulation, and Buddhist nature.

Otherwise, she would have long since turned into a mound of yellow soil.

"Mr. Lin, how is it?" Jing Hui asked Lin Miao anxiously, holding the child.

After a brief contemplation, Lin Miao replied, "Master’s injuries are almost beyond control, aren’t they?"

Dingxian nodded. She could hide it from her disciple, but she couldn’t fool Dr. Lin Miao, even if this doctor did seem a bit too young.

"Master has injured not only the heart meridian but also the lung meridian. The heart and lungs are together; if not treated in time, Master won’t survive more than ten days," Lin Miao concluded.

"What?"

Jing Hui was shocked, clearly not expecting Dingxian’s injuries to be so severe.

"She is currently holding on by sheer will. Once that will is exhausted, there will be no saving her," Lin Miao said. "By then, even if you find me, I’ll be helpless."

"Mr. Lin, you must have a way, right?"

"As long as she isn’t dead, I can sustain life for three days. Moreover, Master’s injury might have a solution, albeit a slightly difficult one." Lin Miao smiled slightly. "Senior Sister, the silver needles."

"Hmm."

"She’s your senior sister?" Jing Hui was surprised to learn that Sun Youwei’s relationship with Lin Miao was that of senior sister and junior brother, not master and servant.

"We stayed in your honored abode to conceal our identity, as a last resort," Lin Miao explained. "She is my senior sister, Sun Youwei, and also my fiancée."

"No wonder," Jing Hui expressed admiration. No wonder she felt it was always Lin Miao who spoke, while the lady and master remained silent. This kind of relationship was understandable.

Besides, Lin Miao and Sun Youwei truly looked like a handsome couple, a perfect match.

"For the treatment, I’ll need Master to remove her top, leaving only the innermost clothing. Please forgive the inconvenience."

"It’s no problem."

As a person who has renounced worldly life, she no longer cared about such things, especially at her age. She was no longer a young and beautiful maiden with anything worth envying.

"Senior Sister, you should also feel the pulse," Lin Miao instructed Sun Youwei while heating the silver needles. This rare opportunity was naturally something he wanted his senior sister to experience.

Encountering a Meridian Passage Realm master who was injured was indeed rare.

Sun Youwei nodded, stepped forward, and placed her hand on Dingxian’s left wrist to feel the pulse.

"Master, close your eyes, take deep breaths, relax, and don’t circulate your inner energy. Entrust your body to me," Lin Miao instructed.

If Dingxian’s body tensed and constantly circulated inner energy to resist the injury, it would counter Lin Miao’s treatment.

This would not be beneficial to his acupuncture treatment.

He needed to use his own inner energy attached to the silver needles to stimulate Dingxian’s body’s potential.

"Trust me."

Dingxian nodded slightly, inexplicably feeling a sense of peace, thinking that this young doctor in front of her could indeed heal her.

A needle pierced in.

Dingxian felt a strange power enter her body, and then she lost control of her consciousness, falling into a deep sleep.

As Lin Miao’s silver needles continuously pierced into multiple key acupuncture points on Dingxian’s body, her breathing became long and robust.

Lin Miao couldn’t repair the damage to Dingxian’s internal organs himself, but Dingxian could, because the human body has the ability to self-heal.

As long as it’s stimulated and given energy, it can regenerate, gradually engulfing and repairing what doesn’t belong to it.

The deeper a person’s cultivation, the stronger this self-healing capability, unless that self-healing ability cannot be awakened.

The essence of medical treatment is to support the righteous energy.

The true battle against illness is fought by the body itself.

Treating Dingxian was much easier than treating Crown Prince Zhao Yuanze. The Crown Prince’s body had suffered from years of accumulated issues.

Due to internal factors, awakening and stimulating it required a great deal of effort.

Whereas Master Dingxian, once a vital point is stimulated, her body will proactively begin operating, restoring vitality.

For someone at the Meridian Passage Realm, their internal organs are inherently fortified many times beyond that of ordinary people. If a regular person suffered such injuries, they would not have survived as long.

Lin Miao employed the Rejuvenation Inner Energy.

He had tried his own cultivated inner energy, even the power of the Moon Attraction Skill’s moonlight, but only the Rejuvenation Inner Energy was the most gentle and effectively stimulating to the body.

As for the principle, he wasn’t entirely sure, though he had various reasons, not all of which were completely accurate. Nonetheless, the creator of the Rejuvenation Skill was undoubtedly a genius.

Using the Rejuvenation Inner Energy attached to the silver needle to stimulate the acupuncture points and unclog meridians, clearing the body’s internal circulation, the effect on treating internal injuries was remarkably good.

It even felt as though something miraculous was happening.

Finding a high-level apex martial artist like Dingxian injured was rare, so fortunately, she became the second test subject after Dongguo Sun.

Of course, he treated Dingxian with a responsible attitude, and expended quite a bit of inner energy during the process, as evidenced by the sweat on his forehead.

"Done," Lin Miao said, removing the last silver needle and taking a towel handed over by Sun Youwei to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, he finally noticed the outside world, the continuous sound of firecrackers. Unsure how much time had elapsed, his family might be worried about them returning for the New Year meal.

"It’s the New Year, so the pharmacy is likely closed. Come to my house tomorrow, and I will have someone go to the pharmacy to prepare the medicine. After taking it for some time, Master will recover," Lin Miao instructed.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. Your great kindness and virtue, I, Jing Hui, cannot repay..." Overjoyed, Jing Hui was on the verge of kneeling before Lin Miao.

"Please don’t. We are meant to be connected by fate, and you gifted me a martial arts manual that was extremely beneficial. I haven’t even thanked you," Lin Miao quickly said.

"You practiced the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Strength?"

"Yes," Lin Miao nodded, and with a punch, a low dragon and elephant rumbling sound emitted from his body. It was a phenomenon seen only when this cultivation technique reaches a certain level.

Seeing Lin Miao achieve this effortlessly was something new for Jing Hui too. The records in the manual stated that someone like him had already reached the level of balancing an overwhelming power with ease.

"The Dragon Elephant Wisdom Strength is the ultimate technique of the Demon Suppression Temple, which I obtained by chance. But it’s not suitable for us women to practice, so I transcribed a copy to give to you, and now you’ve mastered it," Jing Hui exclaimed in surprise.

"Demon Suppression Temple?"

"The Demon Suppression Temple no longer exists," Dingxian awoke at this moment and calmly explained.