I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

As he spoke, Ling Ziyun's finger flashed with a pure white light, pointing towards the wound on Qi Xinxiang's stomach.

The light instantly transformed into a stream of light that surged into Qi Xinxiang's body.

The bleeding stopped just like that.

This move.

Cheng Laiyun was dumbfounded.

Is this what medical cultivation is?

Are you sure this isn't cheating?

"Don't be too happy yet. I only used a minor technique to stop the bleeding. Once the spiritual power wears off, the blood will continue to flow."

"To completely stop the bleeding, you'll need the traditional Chinese medicine implements in my hand."

Ling Ziyun glanced lazily at Cheng Laiyun and said:

"Let's find a quiet place so I can stitch up her wounds."

Suturing?

Has the world's medical technology advanced to this extent?

"Come on! Come on! Sis! Where's my sister?!"

A hoarse, sorrowful voice rang out; it was Qi Dazhuang.

Awakening from Zhou Zhubu's Confucian and Legalist teachings, he immediately chased after his sister after learning that she was seriously injured.

"sister!!!"

Upon seeing the blood-soaked clothes of Qi Xinxiang in Cheng Laiyun's arms, his eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

"With this Holy Son of the Medical Sect's intervention, Sister Xinxiang is still alive!"

Cheng Laiyun calmly looked at Qi Dazhuang: "How far is your home?"

"Oh!" Qi Dazhuang cautiously looked up at Ling Ziyun.

Ling Ziyun nodded indifferently.

"Follow me!" Qi Dazhuang immediately led the group toward a small alley on Tongfu Street.

……

In the small courtyard.

Cheng Laiyun glanced sideways at the direction of the house.

Through the paper window, he could vaguely see a faint light flickering inside the room.

He knew that it was the light emanating from the "Medical Sect Spiritual Artifact" that the healer Ling Ziyun used to suture wounds.

"What exactly happened?"

Xu Jiayin sat on a stone bench in the courtyard with her arms crossed, frowning as she looked at Cheng Laiyun and asked a question.

"Miss, do you remember the other day when we helped Sister Xinxiang get her gold jewelry back from Granny Wang?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten."

"This story begins with that old woman, Wang..."

Cheng Laiyun immediately spread rumors about Wang Po.

The Tian family took the opportunity to annul the engagement.

The midwife changed her mind at the last minute.

Qi Xinxiang confessed everything to prove her innocence.

……

"The Tian family!!" Miss Xu is no fool.

She was so angry her face turned red, and she gritted her teeth:

"All they wanted was to annul the engagement, yet they resorted to such dirty tricks!"

Just by listening, one can tell that something is amiss.

First, there's Wang Po.

She was nothing more than a lowly peasant.

Even if it's just nonsense, how could it spread so quickly?

Only a fool would believe that no one was involved in this!

And then there was the midwife.

Wang Po alone doesn't have the power to make a midwife turn against her on the spot.

Of course, the most important person in this case was the presiding official in charge of the trial, Zhou, the county magistrate's registrar!

Based solely on a few words spoken after the midwife's examination, they directly declared their agreement to the Tian family's annulment of the engagement...

"You don't need to worry about this! I'll go find Sister Gao myself and ask her to adjudicate this case!"

"I refuse to believe that a mere disciple of the Agricultural Department can compare to the Imperial Regent of the Capital!"

Cheng Laiyun nodded to himself.

The young lady's line of thinking is correct.

That was exactly what he thought.

The only family with the power and motivation to have taken things to this point is the Tian family, who wanted to annul the engagement.

……

Just as the group was talking.

The door creaked open.

Cheng Laiyun subconsciously looked towards the house.

Then Ling Ziyun came out of the house with a calm expression.

Looking at the expectant gazes of everyone.

Ling Ziyun said calmly:

"He's out of danger for now."

"However, the injured person has lost a lot of blood. If he doesn't wake up soon, we will have to use the Blood-Stabilizing Technique of my Medical Sect."

Call ~

Hearing his voice, Cheng Laiyun finally felt relieved.

"Puff!!"

Qi Dazhuang knelt down directly in front of Ling Ziyun, without saying a word, just kept kowtowing.

The sound of banging heads hitting the ground rang out.

"You've cried at the wrong grave." Ling Ziyun glanced at Qi Dazhuang, then pointed at Miss Xu and said calmly:

"The reason I intervened was to repay a favor to my junior sister."

"The one you should kowtow to is her."

Qi Dazhuang was taken aback.

He then quickly got up, his simple face showing excitement, and immediately knelt down in front of Xu Jiayin.

"Stop, it's not me. The person you should thank the most is Cheng Laiyun. If it weren't for him desperately protecting your sister, she might not have survived until Senior Brother Ling intervened to save her."

Miss Xu yawned and waved at Qi Dazhuang.

Qi Dazhuang then aligned the direction with Cheng Laiyun's...

Eyes facing each other.

Cheng Laiyun raised an eyebrow: "Kneeling is fine with me, kowtowing is fine too, but you have to call me 'Father' when you kowtow."

Qi Dazhuang opened his mouth and held it in for a long time.

Finally, his face flushed red, and his voice was barely audible:

"father."

"Get lost! I don't have a son as stupid as you!"

Cheng Laiyun chuckled and cursed, then looked at Xu Jiayin with an innocent expression and said:

"Dazhuang gets all the benefits."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Xu Jiayin was amused by the two brothers and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Alright, I'm going to find Sister Gao! The Tian family dared to bully the Xu family, this matter is not over!" After laughing, Xu Jiayin's face turned cold, and she immediately summoned "Flying Torch" and flew towards the yamen.

……

Only Cheng Laiyun, Ling Ziyun, and Qi Dazhuang remained in the courtyard.

Just as Cheng Laiyun was about to speak.

A barely perceptible sound came from inside the house.

It was the sound of rapid breathing.

Upon hearing this voice, Ling Ziyun's expression immediately changed:

"Oh no! The injured person has lost a lot of blood; they need immediate treatment!"

With that, he got up and went into the house.

Cheng Laiyun and Qi Dazhuang followed closely behind!

Then Cheng Laiyun witnessed the entire process of "Guyuan" mentioned by Ling Ziyun.

After entering the room, Ling Ziyun reached out and gently touched Qi Xinxiang's wound, which had been stitched up but was still bleeding.

He then used his medical techniques, and both his eyes turned white, emitting a white light.

He stared at Qi Xinxiang's blood in his hand for a moment.

Ling Ziyun then pulled out a sharp dagger and slashed his own arm.

The flowing blood, supported by a white light, slowly rose into the air.

"With my blood, we forge a common origin!"

In the white light, the blood flowing from Ling Ziyun's body began to boil and transform.

After a while.

The blood in the air, in both color and shape, became exactly the same as Qi Xinxiang's blood!

"Note!"

Ling Ziyun gave a low shout, and the transformed blood rushed towards Qi Xinxiang's wound...

As the blood entered her body, Qi Xinxiang's rapid, heavy breathing returned to normal.

The effect is remarkable.

But at this moment.

Ling Ziyun was already pale and was leaning on the table.

It is obviously extremely energy-consuming.

? ?

? ?

Cheng Laiyun, who witnessed this entire scene, was completely stunned!

Isn't this just a blood transfusion?

However, the medical practitioners here seem unaware that blood types exist.

They actually developed a technique that allows them to convert their own blood into the patient's blood?!

unbelievable.

He looked at the weakened Ling Ziyun and cautiously began to speak:

"Senior Brother Ling, blood transfusions don't have to go through all that trouble."

"As long as we can find someone whose blood type matches Sister Xinxiang's, that's fine."

Hearing his words.

A deep question mark appeared on Ling Ziyun's pale face.

"Blood...blood type??"

He was a genius disciple of the Medical Sect.

The next generation successor of the Medical School designated by the current head of the Medical School.

For the first time, Ling Ziyun was completely baffled by a medical term.

Even her long, flowing hair seemed a little dull at this moment.