Another Dimensional Immortal Cultivation Tale: The Divine Doctor Against the Heavens

After saving those villagers who were on the verge of death, Yunhai became particularly fascinated with medical skills. She knew in her heart that this world was not so easy to navigate, and having medical skills was not only about saving lives, but also a powerful weapon on her path to immortality.

Not long after, a great plague broke out in the city. Many people fell ill and their lives hung by a thread. When Yunhai heard about this, he immediately decided to step forward and save those poor people.

She took her self-made prescriptions and medicinal herbs and rushed to the area hardest hit by the epidemic. There, people were screaming in pain, and it was heartbreaking to see.

While treating patients, a patient with a severe leg injury was carried in. The flesh on the leg was rotten, and the bone was exposed; it was a heartbreaking sight.

Yunhai frowned, a fire burning in her heart. She thought, "This person is so badly injured; I have to do everything in my power to save him." She immediately began preparing for surgery. She had the patient moved to a clean room, then lit candles to brightly illuminate the surgical area. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense; everyone was deeply worried about the patient's fate.

"Go and fetch my medical tools," Yunhai calmly instructed. Soon after, her assistants brought Yunhai's medical toolkit. Yunhai opened the toolkit; inside were neatly arranged various knives, tweezers, needles, and thread. She gently touched these tools, as if they were her own siblings. At that moment, she thought to herself, "These tools are my weapons; I will use them to bring hope to my patients."

She first washed the patient's wound with clean water, her movements as gentle as if stroking a kitten. Each drop of water washed away dirt and bacteria. The patient was in pain, sweating profusely, but Yunhai gently comforted him, "Don't be afraid, just bear with it, it'll be over soon." Her voice was like a spring breeze, easing the patient's tension slightly. Yunhai was filled with compassion; she thought, "This person must have suffered a lot, I must help him recover quickly." Yunhai frowned, her eyes fixed on the wound, her movements as gentle as if caressing a precious object. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. She carefully used a cotton ball dipped in clean water to gently wipe away the blood around the wound, every movement filled with concern.

Then, Yunhai picked up the scalpel and carefully cut away the necrotic tissue around the wound. Her eyes were as focused as if she were looking at a painting, and the scalpel in her hand seemed to come alive, dancing across the wound. Each cut was precise, as if measured with a ruler, ensuring that healthy tissue was not damaged while thoroughly removing the necrotic parts. Her movements were as fluid as dancing, as if she were performing an art piece. Yunhai was completely focused, with only one thought in her mind: "I must do my best; there can be no mistakes."

The operating room was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of the scalpel cutting through the necrotic tissue. Yunhai's eyes were fixed intently on the wound, her hands moving with unwavering steadiness. As she sculpted the flesh, she cautiously watched the surrounding blood vessels and nerves to avoid accidentally damaging them. Each movement required careful consideration, as if she were preparing a elaborate dish. Tiny beads of sweat slowly formed on her forehead, but she had no time to wipe them away, her entire focus concentrated on the surgery.

Her lips were taut, revealing her focus and anxiety. Her fingers deftly manipulated the scalpel, each movement precise and controlled. Sometimes she squinted at the wound's condition, sometimes she bit her lip, contemplating her next strategy.

After cutting away the rotten flesh, Yunhai began to examine the extent of the bone damage. She gently touched the bones, searching for fractures and their severity. Her fingers acted like detectors, accurately locating every injury. "Thankfully, the bones aren't shattered to pieces," Yunhai breathed a sigh of relief. A relieved smile appeared on her face, but it quickly tightened again. She thought smugly, "Not bad, the situation isn't too bad, there's still hope."

A flicker of happiness crossed Yunhai's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by deep worry. She gently stroked the fractured area, pondering how to fix it. Her brows furrowed again, her mind racing with thoughts.

Finally, she decided to use a splint for immobilization. Yunhai carefully selected suitable splint material, then cut and adjusted it to fit the patient's thigh. Her movements were as delicate as if she were handling a golden egg, afraid of hurting the patient. While immobilizing the splint, Yunhai constantly asked the patient how they felt, ensuring the splint was comfortable and secure.

After the splint was in place, Yunhai began preparing to stitch the wound. She chose the finest thread and disinfected it with alcohol. Yunhai's gaze was as focused as if she were looking at a painting, and the needle and thread in her hands danced across the wound, as if she were mending a piece of cloth. With each stitch, she made sure to ensure it was tight and secure, to facilitate healing.

When suturing the wound, Yunhai's movements were as meticulous as if she were embroidering. She stitched the wound together, each stitch spaced perfectly. Her fingers flew across the needle and thread, like playing an elegant melody. As the suturing progressed, the wound gradually became smoother and looked less frightening. Yunhai was filled with anticipation, hoping the wound would heal quickly and the patient would recover soon.

A gentle light shone in her eyes, each stitch imbued with hope. A slight smile played on her lips, as if she were quite pleased with her work. She paused every now and then to carefully examine the stitches, ensuring nothing went wrong.

The surgery lasted a long time, and beads of sweat appeared on Yunhai's forehead, but she didn't slacken her efforts at all. She was completely focused on the operation, losing track of time. Finally, the surgery was over.

"Take good care of him, and remember to change his dressings on time," Yunhai said, exhausted. Her voice was a little hoarse, but full of strength. The assistants nodded vigorously, promising to do as she said. Yunhai felt much better, but also a little worried, thinking, "I don't know if he can pull through. I have to keep a close eye on his condition."

However, surgery is only the first step; subsequent care cannot be delayed. Yunhai personally checks on the patient's wound every day to monitor the healing progress. She adjusts the treatment plan based on the wound's condition to ensure the patient recovers as soon as possible.

While caring for the patient, Yunhai encountered a series of troubles. The patient's wound had become infected, and the fever wouldn't stop. Yunhai was extremely anxious; she knew that if the infection wasn't dealt with quickly, the patient might not survive. She was in a panic: "What should I do? I need to think of a way to treat the infection!"

She searched through countless medical books, looking for any remedies to treat the infection. Finally, she found a herb in an old, worn-out medical book that was said to be effective in treating wound infections. Yunhai was overjoyed: "Great! There's hope!"

Yunhai immediately sent people to find the herb. After much effort, they finally located it. Yunhai personally brewed the herbal soup and had the patient drink it. The herbal soup tasted extremely bitter, but the patient still forced himself to drink it. Yunhai was filled with respect: "This kid has a strong will; he'll definitely pull through."

Under Yunhai's meticulous care, the patient's wounds slowly healed, and the infection was suppressed. The patient's complexion became rosy, and the body began to recover.

"Thank you, miracle doctor. I might be dead by now if it weren't for you," the patient said gratefully.

Yunhai smiled and shook her head, saying, "It's all part of my job. I'll be satisfied as long as you recover." Yunhai felt a great sense of accomplishment, thinking, "Seeing him get better makes all the sacrifices worthwhile."

In treating patients with leg injuries, Yunhai learned a great deal. She not only improved her medical skills but also earned the trust and respect of her patients. She knew her responsibilities had grown stronger, and she needed to continue striving to bring hope and health to more people.

As time went on, Yunhai's reputation grew. More and more people came to her for treatment. Yunhai was extremely busy, but she never complained. She knew that her efforts could change the lives of many people.

During this process, Yunhai also made a group of like-minded friends. They studied the mysteries of medicine together and made progress together. Among them, a young man named Lin Feng caught Yunhai's attention. Lin Feng was a promising young doctor with superb medical skills and good character.

"Hi, my name is Lin Feng. It's nice to meet you." Lin Feng greeted Yun Hai with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Yunhai. Your medical skills are truly amazing!" Yunhai praised.

The two quickly became good brothers. They discussed medicine together and learned from each other. During this process, Yunhai developed a special feeling for Lin Feng.

However, Yunhai did not forget her original intention. She knew that she had to find the young man who held the jade pendant with the character "Hai" (sea) in order to achieve a happy marriage.

So, Yunhai studied medicine while searching for the mysterious young man. She believed that as long as she persisted, she would definitely find him.

In this world full of challenges and opportunities, Yunhai will continue to write its own legendary story.