A few experts sat around the eting table, all smiles.
"Indeed, it is!"
"Cortical blood scab!"
"Knowing what’s wrong makes treatnt much easier, hahaha!"
"Last month, over in Kampos, they just developed a new type of CT machine, and it’s quite impressive..."
"Can the Gamma Knife be used?"
They started discussing directly, occasionally glancing at Bai Mo, as if subconsciously seeking his advice.
Professor Zhang also grinned.
His expertise wasn’t in neurosurgery, but being Sequence Seven’s Fireman, he furrowed his brow, thinking about how he could contribute.
In his mind, the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal sat by the campfire, wearing a large hat, as always extending his pale hand to warm by the fire.
Through Professor Zhang’s eyes, he looked at the real world, at the mahogany conference table, at the laptop, listening to experts speak of "CT," "Gamma Knife," "isotope positioning," and other novel terms, smiling. He liked and was interested in the things of the real world.
But thinking this group of people could solve the cortical blood scab... that amused him even more.
These people had no idea what this immortal technique ant.
"Heh heh, heh heh heh heh."
Next to Professor Zhang, Bai Mo sat in a comfortable, heavy chair, holding a Black Belt, occasionally glancing at the experts without expression.
In fact, his Divine Sense was next door, like the most delicate wind, blowing through Tian Xingguang’s skull, onto his cerebral cortex.
Having practiced for a long ti on mushroom-headed entities, his Divine Sense was delicate enough that he not only detected the thin layer of a blood scab, but also the tendrils extending from the scab, penetrating deep into the cortex, growing and spreading like roots into the soil.
"If it’s a blood scab... is it an immortal martial path technique?"
The Immortal Martial Path is a thod specifically studying the human blood and flesh, and it seems that within the cranial cavity, on the brain, concerning nerves, it’s quite intricate!
Bai Mo’s Divine Sense probed bit by bit, but he could only glimpse the general situation, unable to comprehend the true intention of the immortal technique.
"To remove this layer of blood scab..."
Bai Mo hugged his disciple, rubbed its plump belly, making it curl up and laugh.
"Perhaps the Brain-eating Vine would work just fine?"
Bai Mo sat there, using Divine Sense to observe Tian Xingguang, quickly deducing in his mind until his thoughts beca clear.
After a while, the experts had a general idea of the next steps, and the eting ca to an end.
Before leaving, they each shook hands with Bai Mo.
"It was a pleasure eting you today."
"Intuition and sharpness are unique advantages of geniuses."
"Let’s keep in touch!"
"There’s no rush about this blood scab matter, no need for psychological pressure. Honestly speaking, these patients have been bedridden for two years; they don’t mind waiting another ten days or so."
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahaha."
"We have a plan now, and the progress will be promptly communicated to you. You’re welco to help us review and give feedback at any ti!"
...
Under the dark clouds, the Bronze Hall stood in the gale.
Inside the hall, hundreds of pots of various plants were neatly organized, categorized.
They varied in height and size, with different colors, leaves, and shapes, but regardless of type, each had borne fruit.
Placed on the Bronze Table that Bai Mo was studying, the Harlan Zhongli fruit tree bore a dense array of fruit.
Indeed... Bai Mo had begun research on "fruits."
Coincidentally, the Super Immortal Grass in Bai Mo’s possession, besides the Purple Earth Dragon, included this fruit-focused Harlan Zhongli. As disciples unearthed more literature on "fruits," it made sense to study them first!
"Hmm... is that so..."
Bai Mo observed with Divine Sense for a while, then turned to jot down so notes on a tablet computer.
He picked a fruit from the Harlan Zhongli tree, tossed it into a teacup, and steeped it... of course, it wasn’t just for taste. The fruit’s flavor and its properties post-steeping were also part of the research.
Bai Mo took a sip from the teacup, smacked his lips, and savored carefully.
"The taste... is indeed quite pleasant.
"A very distinctive fruity aroma."
Just about to lower his head to continue reading the literature, the sound of footsteps ca from outside the hall.
It turned out to be those guys—Black Gloves, White Earrings, Star Ear, and Moon Ear—rushing in with a Small dicine Box.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Awo awo awo!"
"Ying ying ying!"
They placed the Small dicine Box on the master’s desk, opened the lid.
Inside was a piece of tree bark... the bark of the Ghost Cry Tree, with a small green bud burgeoning!
"Oh? The Ghost Cry Tree is revived?
"Very good!"
Bai Mo grinned, pulling these little guys over, hugging them, rubbing their chubby heads, and petting their plump necks, listening to them bursting into laughter.
"There’s a new task for you." Bai Mo pointed to a bowl of water on the table, and the half bowl of seeds in the water.
"These seeds are the improved Brain-eating Vine, you need to plant them."
With the revival of the Ghost Cry Tree, much less care was needed, just soone to watch over it. Conveniently, these guys could plant the Brain-eating Vine anwhile.
The foxes nestled against their master, looking up at him.
This seems simple!
They all rembered—it’s just Sequence Nine Immortal Grass, and surely easy to plant?
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