An Xiaofu’s face was pale as snow.
But suddenly she thought of sothing:
"Changchun Temple, that little Daoist..."
And beside her, Ma Baoguo also thought of this and hurriedly instructed the secret technique, "Quickly, go and invite that little Daoist over, take my special car, and make sure to find a way to bring the Divine Invitation Incense!"
The hospital corridor instantly turned tense.
...
Ning An had just returned to Changchun Temple from a troubleso scene when, before the temple gates could open, a hurried voice called out to him.
After a brief exchange of words, Ning An was invited into the special car, heading towards the city.
Even though the city traffic lights didn’t stop changing, every intersection had traffic police clearing the way, maintaining speed as they rushed towards the hospital.
At the first sight of a police car, Ning An realized that there must be an ergency.
And the only connection to him likely involves... Elder An.
Could it be that the system is glitching?
With such doubts, Ning An dared not slack off, hurriedly following the secretary’s steps upstairs.
As they neared Elder An’s ward, they saw a hallway full of doctors and nurses gathered, shoulder to shoulder, their faces all filled with utmost anxiety.
At the forefront was Ma Baoguo, hands clasped behind his back, pacing anxiously.
Ning An pushed through the crowd, and before he could speak, Ma Baoguo pulled him aside and spoke in a deep voice, "Little Daoist, didn’t you say your Divine Invitation Incense is always effective? What’s going on now?"
Maybe it was the commotion from this side that caught her attention — An Xiaofu, sitting next to Elder An, tear-streaked, also turned to look this way.
Her eyes were red, long eyelashes soaked with tears, making her look pure as a lotus. Seeing An Xiaofu like this, Ning An didn’t dare to recognize her.
The last ti Ning An saw An Xiaofu, she was as elegant as a lotus blooming out of water; but today, she seed a weary beauty, evoking pity.
Tiptoeing out of the ward, An Xiaofu looked at Ning An, and even through protective clothing, he could hear a slight sob in her voice: "Little Daoist, my grandfather’s body might have reached its limit, we’ve used all possible thods, and now we can only rely on you."
Indeed, Elder An is critically ill.
An Xiaofu’s implied aning was clear too, all legitimate scientific thods couldn’t save her grandfather, and because formal thods failed, there’s hope pinned on taphysics.
Plus, with the preciously effective wish as a precedent, now... they choose you.
An Xiaofu blinked her big eyes at Ning An, and being looked at like that, Ning An felt his face heating up and slightly turned away.
Seeing Ning An not speaking, not even daring to et her eyes, An Xiaofu assud Ning An was also hesitant to make conclusions, and her heart sank even more.
But looking at it from another angle, if even precious drugs and the most experienced doctors couldn’t save her grandfather, how could she bla this young little Daoist in front of her?
Actually, Ning An was rely stunned by An Xiaofu’s appearance and warmth, he quickly activated his cultivation technique and said, "Can I go in and have a look at Elder An?"
Ning An felt there must be more to it.
After all, the system could suppress Emperor Fengdu, even reviving the dead shouldn’t be that difficult, right?
Hearing this, Ma Baoguo exchanged glances with the surrounding doctors, then they all firmly shook their heads; it was evident that they strongly rejected using taphysics to treat illness.
This is the year 4012, they cannot allow the ignorance of using Guanyin Soil for treatnt to resurface.
But...
All current instrunts and life-saving dications had been tried, yet there was still no solution, they couldn’t even perform the simplest surgery, no matter how firm their expressions, they finally had to relent...
Before entering, following routine disinfection, Ning An donned full isolation attire and was finally allowed into the ward.
Upon entering, Ning An saw a group of middle-aged doctors with thinning hair intensely discussing sothing in a corner, faces flushed with fervor.
The bedridden Elder An’s complexion was sallow, and without the oxygen machine beside him for support, even basic breathing would be difficult.
Ning An thought of looking at Elder An’s life chart, but his cultivation level was insufficient, and he couldn’t see through the protective suit. When he tried to find the opening to his protective mask, a nurse nearby imdiately said nervously:
"Wait... don’t move yet."
Following her instructions, she quickly set up a temporary barrier area, then turned to Ning An and said: "Now you can, but don’t take too long."
Ning An was dumbfounded, what’s the difference in this damn thing?
Because the suit was made of isolating material, he couldn’t see Elder An’s life chart, so he needed to take it off, but now adding another layer of isolation? How could he see anything?
"Little Daoist, take a look, if it doesn’t work, we’ll light another incense?"
Ma Baoguo, who was waiting outside, couldn’t help but urge.
Ning An didn’t reply, because he suddenly spotted a glimr of gold.
It was exactly the sa as the hue that shone on Elder An that day!
Ning An halted his attempt to remove the protective suit and said:
"No need to look, nor to burn incense."
"You kid... don’t ss with ! This is all for Elder An’s sake."
Even through the protective suit, Ning An could almost see Ma Baoguo blowing his beard and glaring.
Soon, Ning An locked onto the source of the golden glow.
A bowl of herbal decoction.
Without hesitation, Ning An directly sought assistance from the system.
"System, is this bowl of herbal decoction the key to fulfilling An Ruolin’s wish?"
[Ding! Indeed, this bowl of herbal decoction can suppress the cancer cells inside him for eight years, and thereafter, it all depends on individual fortune.]
That’s settled!
"No need to look," Ning An gradually approached the table where the herbal decoction was placed, smiling as he said, "It’s because Elder An has his own heavenly fate."
The words startled everyone!
Upon hearing Ning An’s bold statent, even those seemingly brilliant doctors stopped their argunts and approached directly.
Ma Baoguo and An Xiaofu outside the door were also looking at Ning An in disbelief.
As the supervisor of a Daoist temple, regardless of the vicissitudes he’s witnessed, Ning An’s expression remained unaltered, exuding unusual confidence despite being under everyone’s watchful gaze.
But the directly affiliated doctor from Dragon Country exhaled a sigh, looking at Ning An, who didn’t even understand the most basic protective knowledge, instinctively believing he was spouting nonsense.
Before him were Dragon Country’s top experts, yet none had good advice for Elder An’s condition, and here cos this guy, God knows from what remote corner, who doesn’t even know how to diagnose...
Did Ping Ru give him this confidence?
Unable to hold back, the doctor inquired, "Excuse , sir, how is Elder An’s health, and if he has continuous fainting spells, what dication should we prescribe imdiately?"
What?
Ning An felt like scratching his head; how was he supposed to answer that?
He was a Daoist, asking him dical questions is a bit...
Too forward...
After careful thought, a light bulb went off in Ning An’s head, and he retorted:
"Then you tell , what’s Elder An’s current condition? If he keeps fainting, what dication should be prescribed then?"
"Walt?"
This stumped him, wasn’t that his question? How did it get turned back on him?
Regaining his composure, he patiently said, "Little Daoist, I know you an well, but treating illness today is not the sa as the ti of gambling lives with Guanyin Soil."
Understanding the implicit ssage from the directly affiliated doctor, Ma Baoguo outside the door just sighed, and An Xiaofu, with tearful eyes, had tears falling like pearls.
But, seeing an increasingly intense golden glow from within the soup, Ning An spoke even more confidently, "Daoist does understand this, but modern dicine can’t save people now, so that’s why you called , isn’t it?"
Other doctors glared at Ning An, though he was speaking the truth, it was hard to listen to.
Even the directly affiliated doctor was about to reprimand him, as it was reaching a critical point, and they couldn’t allow such nonsense.
"Ahem..."
Though he knew these things were unreliable, there were mystical matters, ones Ma Baoguo couldn’t quite dismiss.
The ancient use of Guanyin Soil for healing was indeed ridiculous, but the thirteen bullets of Laojun Platform in modern tis were even more incredible...
What if...
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