Sludge suction system

Inside the clinic, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows, as if the light itself were concerned for Mu Yangzi's fate. Bai Pingping's expression was solemn, her eyes revealing determination and resolve. She slowly opened the syringe and laid out the Ghost Needle.

The needles were slender and long, gleaming with a cold, icy light. Each one seemed to be forged from millennia-old black iron, faintly glowing with a blue light under the candlelight, as if possessing its own soul. Bai Pingping gently picked one up, her fingers lightly tracing the needle, feeling the chilling aura it emanated. She silently prayed that this acupuncture treatment would successfully expel the deadly toxin from Mu Yangzi's body.

She turned to look at Mu Yangzi lying on the bed. At this moment, Mu Yangzi's face was ashen, his lips were bloodless, dry and cracked, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the pillow. His body twitched slightly from time to time, clearly suffering great pain.

Bai Pingping took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and turned to Xia Mu, saying, "Xia Mu, I'm about to begin the acupuncture. This is the Big Dipper Seven Star Acupuncture Technique, and there must be no disturbance during the process, otherwise not only will all the previous efforts be wasted, but it may also endanger Senior Mu's life. You stand guard outside the door to make sure no one breaks in."

Xia Mu nodded solemnly, his eyes full of trust and support. He gripped his long sword tightly, turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. Then, like a guardian deity, he stood firmly at the doorway, his posture upright, his eyes coldly watching every move around him. He exuded an invisible aura of killing intent, as if any danger that approached would be instantly cut down by his sword.

Bai Pingping turned her gaze to Mu Yangzi again, clasped her hands together, and silently circulated her inner energy. After a moment, her eyes suddenly opened, a sharp glint flashing within them. She held a needle in her right hand, and with her left hand, she gently stroked Mu Yangzi's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. Finding the right spot, she flicked her wrist slightly, and the ghost needle pierced the acupoint with lightning precision, its tip trembling slightly and emitting a soft buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, she swiftly inserted needles into acupoints such as Tanzhong, Guanyuan, Qihai, Shenque, Mingmen, and Yongquan, carefully placing seven silver needles into Mu Yangzi's body according to the orientation of the Big Dipper. With each insertion, Bai Pingping would gently twist the needle's end, simultaneously injecting a rich and gentle internal force into it, guiding the disordered true qi within Mu Yangzi's body, attempting to expel the toxins that clung to his body like maggots.

As the acupuncture technique was gradually applied, Mu Yangzi's body began to tremble violently, and his face became increasingly flushed, as if a fierce battle between good and evil was taking place within his body. His jaw clenched, and he occasionally let out painful groans from his throat. Large beads of sweat rolled down his back, soaking a large area of ​​the bed.

Seeing this, Bai Pingping's heart tightened, but her hands didn't stop moving at all. She carefully controlled the output of her internal energy, constantly adjusting the angle and depth of the silver needles, and keeping a close eye on the movement of the toxins in Mu Yangzi's body. At this moment, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were so focused that it seemed as if everything else in the world had disappeared, leaving only this life-or-death rescue before her.

Mu Yangzi lay quietly on the bed. As Bai Pingping slowly inserted the last silver needle into the acupoint, his body suddenly trembled violently, as if he were being pulled by an invisible force.

Immediately, his face flushed crimson, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and cheeks, pooling at his chin and dripping onto the bed, quickly soaking a large patch of bedding. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his cheeks bulged, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he were enduring immense pain or waging a desperate battle against the stubborn toxins within his body.

Suddenly, Mu Yangzi's eyes widened, revealing extreme pain and struggle. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his arms bulged, like winding earthworms.

With a "poof," Mu Yangzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. The black blood was viscous and emitted a nauseating stench. When it splashed onto the ground, it corroded small pits and emitted wisps of black smoke, clearly a sign that the deadly poison in his body had been forcibly expelled.

Then, his body gradually relaxed, his originally rapid and heavy breathing became much more steady, and his complexion slowly regained some color. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, but his eyes remained closed, as if he had fallen into extreme exhaustion and drifted into a deep sleep. Only his slightly rising and falling chest proved that he still had a sliver of life.

After resting at the clinic for several days, Mu Yangzi's complexion had improved slightly. His face, which had been as pale as paper, had regained some color. However, he was still weak, and his eyes still held a shadow of pain and hatred.

That morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the cracks in the window. Bai Pingping tiptoed into Mu Yangzi's room and saw him about to get up. She quickly stepped forward to help him, saying, "Senior Mu, you haven't fully recovered yet and need to rest more." Mu Yangzi shook his head slightly, his voice hoarse but filled with gratitude, "Thank you for your meticulous care these past few days, young lady. I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. However, I cannot stay here any longer, lest I bring you trouble."

Bai Pingping looked worried and said softly, "Senior, your body still needs further recuperation. I have instructed Xia Mu to take you back to White Bird Valley. It is well-hidden there and not easily discovered by Wang Jing. Moreover, my father, Bai Yan, is a highly skilled physician and will surely be able to help you recover better." Upon hearing this, Mu Yangzi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "In that case, I will trouble you."

Shortly after, Xia Mu entered the room. His posture was upright, his eyes resolute. He bowed respectfully to Mu Yangzi, then slung the prepared bag over his shoulder, preparing to escort Mu Yangzi to White Bird Valley. Bai Pingping handed Xia Mu a bundle filled with precious medicinal herbs, carefully instructing him, "Be extremely careful on the journey and take good care of Senior Mu. If you encounter any danger, do not act recklessly; safety is paramount." Xia Mu nodded solemnly, "Pingping, rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect Senior Mu."

Supported by Xia Mu, Mu Yangzi slowly walked out of the clinic. Looking back, his heart was filled with emotion and reluctance, but he knew that only by leaving temporarily and recuperating could he have a chance to avenge the Mu family. The two set off towards White Bird Valley, facing the rising sun, their figures gradually disappearing at the end of the road, leaving only a trail of dust, as if telling the story of this eventful tale.

Bai Yan was studying medicine in the tranquil courtyard of White Bird Valley when a white dove fluttered its wings and landed on his shoulder. He gently removed the bamboo tube tied to the dove's leg, unrolled the thin silk scroll, and quickly scanned the words on it. His expression gradually became serious.

"Such a change has occurred..." Bai Yan murmured to himself. He knew in his heart that the Mu family's misfortune would surely cause a great uproar in the martial arts world, and now that his daughter had sent Mu Yangzi to White Bird Valley for recuperation, she was undoubtedly bringing this danger to their doorstep as well. But Bai Yan did not hesitate at all. A doctor should have a compassionate heart, and besides, he had met the Mu family several times. He could not stand idly by, neither out of courtesy nor reason.

Bai Yan strode towards the pharmacy in the valley, carefully selecting various rare medicinal herbs: ginseng, lingzhi, snow lotus… He meticulously wrapped these precious herbs, preparing them for Mu Yangzi's recuperation. At the same time, he pondered how to hide Mu Yangzi in this secluded White Bird Valley, avoiding Wang Jing's possible pursuit, and how to use his medical skills to quickly remove the remaining poison from Mu Yangzi's body, helping him regain his former strength.

Meanwhile, Wang Jing, who had obtained the secret manual of the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique, had already begun to cultivate it frantically.