Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 111 Treatment of Tian Jinzhong

"Jinzhong, this..." Zhang Zhiwei's face showed a trace of worry and helplessness.

Tian Jinzhong shook his head gently and interrupted Zhang Zhiwei, "Okay, senior brother, no need to say more. No one knows my situation better than me. Little friend Lin, come on."

Tian Jinzhong looked at Lin Yi with a determined look on his face.

For Tian Jinzhong, seeing Huaiyi's grandson standing in front of him safe and sound already made him feel very relieved and he had nothing else to ask for.

He was well aware of his physical condition and was also aware that he didn't have much time left.

Therefore, he was not afraid of the impending end, but faced it with a calm attitude.

Everyone in the room noticed that Tian Jinzhong's vitality was slowly fading away.

His once vigorous spirit seemed to be dissipating bit by bit as the tense strings deep in his heart gradually relaxed.

This situation is somewhat like an old man who only hopes to see his children for the last time before he dies. Once his wish is fulfilled, the breath in his heart dissipates and the fire of life is extinguished.

Although Tian Jinzhong has not reached that stage yet, the passage of time is undoubtedly exacerbating the deterioration of his physical condition.

Even if the old Taoist priest used Qi to regulate his body, it would be difficult to reverse the declining trend of his body from the root.

The root of the problem is that Tian Jinzhong is a physically disabled person who has been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, causing various problems in many parts of his body.

Although the old Taoist priest’s treatment methods are superb, they can only relieve surface symptoms and cannot solve deep-seated problems.

At this time, Tian Jinzhong's body was like a ship that had been through wind and rain and was full of holes. It could no longer withstand any attack from the wind and waves.

After trying to persuade Tian Jinzhong to no avail, Zhang Zhiwei could only step aside helplessly.

He knew very well how stubborn his junior fellow apprentice was. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

In order to protect Zhang Huaiyi's safety, Tian Jinzhong stayed awake for decades, for fear that he would accidentally reveal Huaiyi's whereabouts in his dreams.

This kind of willpower, at least Zhang Zhiwei himself thinks he cannot have it.

"Sorry." Lin Yi apologized softly, then he carefully took out the alcohol and began to disinfect the sword in his hand.

This sword had just been stained with Hu Jie's blood, and Lin Yi didn't want the blood of that villain to taint a noble person like Tian Jinzhong.

With a flash of cold light, Lin Yi swung the sword in his hand towards the healed parts of Tian Jinzhong's broken hands and feet.

With a muffled groan, blood gushed out from the newly severed wound, but Tian Jinzhong's decades of meditation were obviously not in vain.

As he practiced the meditation technique, the amount of bleeding from the wound decreased significantly, demonstrating his profound inner strength.

Immediately afterwards, the light of healing magic flashed at the wound, and Tian Jinzhong felt a strange feeling of both pain and itchiness spreading across the wound.

He endured the discomfort and waited silently for the treatment to be completed.

About half a minute later, the indescribable feeling gradually subsided, and Tian Jinzhong let out a long sigh, feeling relieved.

When he lowered his head to check, he couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

A pair of white and tender hands had grown on his previously withered wrists. The new hands formed a sharp contrast in color and texture with his original skin, just like a young branch in early spring next to a dead tree in the cold winter.

[Successfully treated Tian Jinzhong, talent 'Redeemer activated', permanently increased 10 health points, 5 Abyssal Power. Current health points 568 points, Abyssal Power 429 points. ]

"This actually really grew out?" The most shocked person on the scene was not Tian Jinzhong, nor Zhang Zhiwei, but Lu Ci, who had been sitting quietly in the chair and remained silent.

No one knew what kind of storm was going on in Lu Ci's heart at this moment. Thinking back to the past, in order to learn the dual-hand technique, he had gone through many inhuman hardships and training before he finally awakened this unique skill with great difficulty.

The reason why the Eight Great Skills are famous throughout the world is that they have reached incredible levels in their respective fields.

Now, the healing magic performed by Lin Yi can actually regenerate severed limbs, which is undoubtedly a challenge to the supreme status of Shuang Quanshou.

As Lu Ci's staunch ally, Wang Ai sensitively captured Lu Ci's subtle changes.

He noticed that Lu Ci was staring at Lin Yi, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Wang Ai reached out and held Lu Ci's left hand, shaking his head slightly as a warning, reminding Lu Ci not to act rashly.

Wang Ai knew that now Lin Yi had successfully healed Tian Jinzhong's hands. To everyone in Tianshi Mansion, Lin Yi had become their savior.

What's more, Lin Yi is not an unknown person.

As the overseas successor of the Trinity School and Lu Jin's disciple, he possesses an identity and background that cannot be underestimated.

If he takes action against Lin Yi, Lu Ci will have to face a joint counterattack from Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei.

At that time, even if the gods came down to earth, they would be unable to save Lu Ci's fate.

Through his eyes and subtle movements, Wang Ai conveyed to Lu Ci the message to stay calm, and warned him not to make a big mistake due to momentary impulse.

Lu Ci is not a stupid person. Having been able to survive in this chaotic world, he naturally has a clear understanding of the current situation.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the murderous intent towards Lin Yi in his heart.

Although he cannot act directly, he can still achieve his goals through the help of others.

Anyway, Lin Yi had openly provoked Quan Xing during the day, so if Quan Xing retaliated against him, it would be a natural thing to do in people's eyes.

After some careful consideration, Lu Ci's expression gradually returned to calm, and there was no more ripples in his eyes.

He walked to Tian Jinzhong first, and helped him up in a soft voice. His movements were gentle, not at all like a man who had just experienced strong emotional fluctuations in his heart, and there was no sign from him that he had the impulse to kill Lin Yi on the spot.

Tian Jinzhong tried to get rid of Lu Ci's support and said, "No need, I can walk by myself."

Lü Ci smiled and said, "Brother Tian, ​​you are being too polite. Back then, I was in danger, and it was you who helped me out that helped me achieve what I have today. Now that you are unable to move, isn't it my duty to help you? What? Don't you recognize me as your brother anymore?"

Lu Ci's face was filled with smiles, an expression that might seem a little strange to the younger generation like Zhuge Qing, because they were more familiar with Lu Ci's serious and even gloomy side.

But in the eyes of the older generation like Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Ci's smile at this moment evoked their memories of the past.

They couldn't help but think of Lu Ci when he was young. Back then, he was cheerful and unruly, which was very different from his current gloomy image.

(End of this chapter)