Fang Yu: ???
Did my blood volu just increase a little??
My second sister’s blood volu increased just like that??
That’s incredibly fast!
Fang Yu widened his eyes.
What kind of soup dicine did Ding Hui concoct? Give so too, I can really drink a lot, I can drink all day without a break.
"Co on, let’s continue."
Ding Hui apparently couldn’t tell that the second sister’s constitution had improved; she showed no reaction whatsoever.
Fang Yu guessed that from her perspective, the second sister just looked a bit healthier.
Without clear data to see if there has been an increase in strength or physical enhancent, one had to rely on experience to judge.
Unlike himself, with eyes like flaming gold-bronze, he could tell at a glance that the second sister had increased her blood volu.
When the second sister heard Ding Hui speak, her body shook slightly, seemingly a bit scared, but soon showed a determined expression and nodded vigorously.
The two of them then began to practice thodically once more.
From ti to ti, Ding Hui would reach out to pat the second sister’s body, as if relaxing her muscles or adjusting her posture.
Is the effect really that good?
Fang Yu suspiciously followed and tried a few of the movents himself.
Movents that were incredibly difficult for the second sister and almost killed her were smooth as silk for him, not difficult in the slightest.
This clearly indicated that doing these movents had no effect on himself; they weren’t for his current stage.
After around half an hour of practicing, Ding Hui called a halt.
This ti the second sister could still stand, albeit with trembling legs.
"I, I can still keep going!"
Ding Hui slightly shook her head.
"More haste, less speed. Besides, you still have business to attend to tonight, you need to conserve so energy."
Saying this, she gave Fang Yu a glance.
"What’s up?"
"Go to the kitchen and fetch the dicine for your second sister, dear."
Ding Hui smiled and winked. If it weren’t for the major event happening tonight, she would have certainly used Shuang Xuyao’s power to give Fang Yu a piece of her mind inside his head.
"Oh, right..."
Fang Yu brought out the last of the soup dicine from the kitchen and had the second sister drink it.
This ti he watched the second sister’s blood bar.
With the dicine down and aided by Ding Hui’s massage techniques facilitating absorption, the second sister’s complexion and energy gradually returned.
But the blood bar remained unchanged.
"The recovery of your constitution is satisfactory, in a few days, you should return to the level of an ordinary person. After that, the progress will slow down," Ding Hui checked the second sister’s condition and said.
Martial Arts is a long process without shortcuts.
Even with decent talent, one still needs the process of building from scratch.
The quick progress now was simply due to the strong dicinal supplentation, combined with her unique techniques that sped up absorption.
Like delivering a large amount of nutrients to the body for rapid absorption.
But this is not a long-term solution, once the constitution is enhanced to a certain extent, this technique will gradually lose its effectiveness.
One needs to follow the orthodox path of Martial Arts, refining Qi-Blood to continue improving the constitution.
Now is the ti to spend grueling ti on that process.
"Dear, take out your demon materials, let’s start researching the Two-Heart Lock."
"Alright!"
The ntion of Two-Heart Lock instantly revitalized Fang Yu.
He rummaged through his room and dug out the leftover demon materials.
Right after he arranged these, Ding Hui and the second sister also ca into the room.
The second sister seed a bit dazed.
"What, what do I need to do?"
"Do nothing, just lie down on the bed."
Huh?
The second sister looked at the big bed with a complicated expression.
After hesitating, she climbed onto the bed and lay down.
"Do I need to take off my clothes?"
"Not for now."
"Oh..."
The sheets on the bed were washed and sun-dried, but still held a scent that made the second sister blush.
She sat cross-legged on the bed, only to see Ding Hui take so weird materials from Fang Yu, casually chewing on so and spitting them into a large basin beside her, repeating several tis.
Others she took to the kitchen, and when she ca out, she was muttering sothing and had a small knife in her hand.
Upon seeing the knife, the second sister instantly grew afraid.
"Ding, what does Doctor Ding need a knife for?"
"We need to draw blood, don’t worry, it won’t hurt."
As she spoke, Ding Hui glanced at Fang Yu.
Fang Yu’s familiar nose tingled, and Ding Hui’s voice echoed in his mind.
"What are you waiting for? Calm your second sister down, I’m starting the procedure."
"Oh, right..."
These tasks should have been his responsibility, but with Ding Hui bustling about, Fang Yu felt a bit embarrassed.
He comforted his second sister a bit, claiming Ding Hui had the best dical Skill in the world, basically just sweet-talking her.
Ding Hui took the knife and cut wounds on both their wrists, allowing the blood to flow into the basin.
The second sister had it better; after a short while, Ding Hui stopped her bleeding with a gauze.
But Fang Yu bled significantly, with most of the blood in the basin being his.
Fang Yu looked at Ding Hui questioningly and whispered in a voice only for them: "Is this really reliable?"
Ding Hui gave him a glance, and her voice directly arose in his mind.
"What do you an reliable or not? Ever heard of a fragnted manual? Guesswork and approximation make a fragnt. What’s incomplete is supplented by imagination."
"If it wasn’t for the fact that you succeeded with the Two-Heart Lock, giving inspiration, I wouldn’t even dare to say how certain I’d be."
"But since you’ve succeeded, and you’re the one who majorly cultivated it, then I have at least a sixty to seventy percent certainty on my side."
Just sixty to seventy percent? You didn’t say that before!
Fang Yu’s expression changed slightly, but Ding Hui covertly glared him down.
"With in surgery, there’s at least another twenty percent chance of success. Even if there are issues, it won’t affect your second sister, at worst it’ll backlash on you. With your constitution, what’s there to be afraid of a backlash?"
Well... that does make sense?
With double regeneration, worst case I’ll just be a corpse for a day, and recover afterward.
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