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The light of the spiritual power in his hand was dim, Yuan Qingqing got up from the patient's bed again, and wiped the sweat off his head through the protective mask. Seeing this, the nurses on both sides who had been waiting for a long time hurried forward to do follow-up work.

This is already the forty-third person she handled tonight, and the rescue has maintained zero mortality.

Now, it seems to have become a production workshop, where dying people are constantly being sent in from the outside, after being "processed" by her, they are brought back to life, and then handed over to other doctors for suturing and disinfection, an assembly line of life.

Everyone seemed to be used to trusting her. It seems that no one should die under Danxiu of Kunlun University.

Even she herself believed so.

Seeing the last seriously injured patient in the hospital being sent to the custody area, Yuan Qingqing took out a Qi Hui Pill and took it for himself, adjusting his breath to quickly recover his spiritual power, his feet felt a little weak.

Although her foundation-building high-level cultivation was enough to overwhelm the whole school, continuous output for three or four hours in a state of concentration was no less than a protracted and fierce battle. At this time, she was close to the limit of both physical and spiritual strength.

She felt a little weak under her feet, and was about to find a place to sit, when there was another sound of rolling wheels at the door.

"The Reiki Department of the Fourth Hospital sent a transfer patient, and other hospitals said they couldn't handle it. Come here and try." The nurse at the door said, "This is the last seriously injured person tonight, can you still hold on?"

"...It's okay, just push it over."

Yuan Qingqing supported the wall and stood up, took a few deep breaths to stabilize the spiritual power in his body, and once again channeled the power in his palms, he stood in front of the last bed that came in.

Compared with the wounded who struggled and screamed before, this one who was brought in just lay quietly. If it wasn't for his pale face and intermittent breathing, one would even think he was just asleep.

But this made Yuan Qingqing feel aroused. And just after she injected spiritual power into the wounded body and checked it thoroughly, the feeling of uneasiness was felt.

"The time has been delayed for too long, the demon poison... has already invaded the heart."

The result was clearly in front of her eyes, her blood all over her body seemed to turn cold in an instant, and her palms were sweaty looking at this wounded man who was struggling to breathe.

How to do?

In this case,

He could only be saved if he directly charged the main meridian with spiritual power and let his own meridians operate to push out the toxin.

But although this person has a little cultivation, but he has just opened the sea of ​​​​qi, and he can't even refine the energy. hit.

If you want to compare it, this person's heart is like a thatched cottage that has been decayed to the limit, and it is already crumbling. But if you want to repair it, even if you apply a little more external force, it will collapse directly.

How to do?

Yuan Qingqing secretly clenched her lips and tried all means to find a possible breakthrough, but the deeper she went, the more she realized that the situation was irreversible.

"Student Yuan..." Even the people next to her could see her nervousness, "...This patient, is it..."

Yuan Qingqing's heart beat violently, and she bit her lips even tighter, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of meat.

That does not work.

Now she is a "miracle", no matter what method she uses, she must save everyone.

But what else?

Her mind turned sharply, and she searched her brains to recall what she had learned in school. But the more I think about it, the more I can only confirm the previous fact.

——This man is hopeless.

She tried her best to push this thought away, as if to cover up something, and poured all the remaining spiritual power into this person. But only a few seconds later, the electrocardiogram at the head began to sound an alarm.

From the corner of her eye, she saw ominous fluctuations in the lines on the monitor, and the heart rate and blood oxygen numbers kept dropping like diving.

The surrounding doctors and nurses swarmed up, some pressed the breathing ball, some performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but it couldn't stop the amplitude on the ECG monitor getting smaller and smaller, and finally became 0 on a straight line.

Yuan Qingqing didn't let go of her hands until all the meridians were closed and her spiritual power could no longer enter. She didn't even feel the powerlessness coming from her whole body, and just stared blankly at the person on the bed.

At the last moment, the wounded man was still looking at her with his eyes open, his pupils had completely dissipated, and her bewildered face was faintly reflected.

Then, those eyes were covered by a white sheet that was covered.

The doctors and nurses began to unplug the tubes connected to him, and then pushed the movable bed out of the ward. The cleaners simply mopped up the blood-stained ground, and new beds would come in soon.

During this process, they seemed to talk a lot, but Yuan Qingqing didn't hear anything.

Her eyes followed the bed and moved out of the emergency room, and several family members waiting outside rushed forward immediately. Then, an indescribable haze spread over their faces.

Several people followed behind the front bed with sullen faces, old and young, all of them hung their heads like a rooster who had lost a fight. There was only one grey-haired old woman standing next to the bed, crying out of breath. Out of breath.

"Can I still live? Help me again, I beg you, please help me again..."

Amidst the heart-piercing cries, the bed was still pushed away, taking the cries away with it. Only a young woman was left standing in front of the door, talking to the attending doctor who came out.

"Can't you come back?" the woman said softly.

She didn't make a fuss, she didn't make a fuss, her questioning tone was very calm, but her eyes were red.

The doctor who went out nodded, and spoke to the woman in a sad but calm tone.

"Yes, it's impossible to come back," said the doctor. "We're sorry."

The woman looked at the critical illness notice in her hand and was silent for a few seconds, then slowly bent down and bowed inside.

"Thanks for your hard work, I know you have tried your best." The woman said, "It's troublesome for you."

She raised her head and turned around to go through the death procedure. But when she turned around, she said a few inaudible words again.

"I wanted to come and take him home..."

Yuan Qingqing stood there, watching the figure go away silently, feeling cold all over.

She was rarely really confused, but what she said just now made her feel like something snapped in her mind.

If she was stronger and learned better, would she be able to save this person?

If she had come a few minutes earlier, transferred this patient earlier...

if…

"Xiao Yuan, you have tried your best."

A hand patted her on the shoulder, waking her out of a trance, and when she turned around, it was the old doctor surnamed Li who had vouched for her.

"This patient's condition is definitely about to die. Whether it's a doctor or a cultivator, no matter how powerful an existence is, there will always be someone who cannot be saved. You have to get used to this fact."

The old doctor patted her on the shoulder, his big hands were very warm, "This is also the last patient tonight, and the rescue work has basically been completed. What you did today, in the medical field, is enough to be called a miracle. "

"So, don't take it too seriously, go down and have a good rest, you've done a good job. You've been, it's a miracle."

Yuan Qingqing lowered her head, her eyes and cheeks were covered by the shadow of bangs.

In an instant, she seemed to have turned back into the high school graduate who sat alone outside the ward holding the test results in her hand.

"…I do not believe."

She raised her hand suddenly, and regardless of being polite, she directly blocked the old doctor's hand.

"...that's not the miracle I'm looking for."

She said stubbornly, as if angry: "A real miracle shouldn't be like this."

She suddenly turned her head and walked out of the corridor. Like an ignorant little girl, she tore off the protective clothing and white coat and threw them aside. She rushed through the corridor and ran out of the gate. In the bright sky of the early morning.

 …

When the sky began to show a fish belly, her figure appeared at the gate of Yushan Campus, her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

No one else came back yet, the school was empty, only her own shadow was stretched silently.

She glanced at the office building standing under the morning light from a distance, and then immediately looked away, like a child who has done something wrong and dare not approach the teacher's office.

——Teacher Wei, he must be very disappointed with himself like this.

She thought this silently in her heart, avoided the office building, tiptoed around the campus and entered the bookstore, and then ran into the Tianxing laboratory. As expected, she found a flower pot in the alchemy room. Hua Nian'an.

"Why did you suddenly come back by yourself? I heard that there are some disasters in the outside world..."

Hua Nian'an looked at her and met those red eyes, probably because she stayed up all night without sleep.

"Teacher Hua..." Yuan Qingqing walked in and knelt on the cushion beside the pill stove, "As far as you know, is there any pill in this world that can bring the dead back to life?"

Hua Nian'an stopped what she was doing, turned her face, and saw water marks on her face.

She pondered for a moment, then put another flower back into the pot.

"You think of the person who came back to life, what is the relationship with you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Hua Nian'an raised his voice, "Then why did you ask for this magic pill for him?"

"He died in front of me." Yuan Qingqing looked at the ground, "I don't want him to die."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

Hua Nian'an was silent for another moment, and just when Yuan Qingqing couldn't bear to continue asking, she suddenly opened her mouth.

"Speaking of the pill of resurrection, it does exist. It is also the highest pursuit of all alchemists, and the results obtained by everyone are different."

Hua Nian'an said calmly: "And the alchemy formula I got is the secret method of combining alchemy and weapon refining. I got it from my husband's way of refining weapons."

Yuan Qingqing raised her head suddenly: "Excuse me, teacher, what is this pill formula?"

"The supreme method of refining is to refine living beings, and the alchemy is the same."

"The core material of this nine-turn rebirth pill is a strange thing refined in the body of the cultivator, using the refined blood of the refiner as the material, the dantian as the furnace, and the spiritual power as the fire. , it can be said that it can cure everything, heal everything, and has the effect of prolonging life, it is the real first panacea."

When she said this, she turned her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to penetrate the student's heart, and looked straight into her eyes.

"The only price is——because the refining consumes blood essence, as long as the pill is refined, the vitality will be severely injured, and the lifespan of the cultivator will inevitably be deducted, which does not change with the level of cultivation."

Yuan Qingqing frowned: "Consuming...shouyuan?"

"That's right, even I have only tried this secret method once, and I have verified it with my own experience, and this formula is indeed correct." When Hua Nian'an said this, he actually smiled slightly, "Hearing this, Are you still going to ask for this alchemy formula?"

Yuan Qingqing didn't answer, but just looked at the colorful flowers blooming in her ears, and after a long while, she nodded heavily as if she had made up her mind.

"I want this prescription." She said this, and then asked, "Then, Mr. Hua, the one you used, did you give it to..."

"Don't tell my husband about this."

Hua Nian'an's tone didn't fluctuate extraordinarily: "Except for you, he doesn't even know about this Dan Fang. He's still wondering why the huge devilish energy has invaded his body for thousands of years and he can recover within a few months." As before?"

Yuan Qingqing looked at her, and when she said this, the smile on that beautiful face showed a bit of cunning. She brushed away a strand of fine hair by her ear, and the petals exposed in it were a little wilted.

——Even in a state of abundant spiritual power, this means that the last little flower of her life still cannot bloom.

"The way of immortality is infinite, but the number of lives is limited. Dao of alchemy is indeed a way to save people, but if I used this alchemy on others, when my husband was in trouble, what would I give in exchange for him?"

Hua Nian'an looked at her and said: "I believe that you also have loved ones. When your strength is limited, you use this method equally and sacrifice yourself-then, when there are more in the future , When more important people need you, how many lives do you have to save? Is complete love without boundaries also a kind of abandoning everyone? "

Yuan Qingqing looked down at the ground and did not answer in silence.

All signs indicated that this world had changed, and was different from the world she was familiar with in the past. People around may be in danger at any time.

What would they do if she stopped here?

Hua Nian'an also stopped talking, just waved her hand lightly, and flung out a page of yellow paper, which was written in small and beautiful handwriting.

"According to what Master Wei said, a teacher should lead students out of their own way. If you have such a mind, I will entrust this way to you. As for how to use it, I have already said what should be said, and the rest , it’s up to you to figure it out.”

Yuan Qingqing stretched out her hand, slowly picked up the Dan Fang, wrote down the content on it carefully, then put it in her arms, and bowed to Hua Nian'an.

"I understand." She said softly, "...Thank you for your guidance."

After she said that, she got up and walked out, her steps were unusually messy.

Behind the back, Hua Nian'an was standing the last medicinal flower in the pot, and with a wave of her hand above, the budding flower burst into full bloom instantly, and the fragrance filled the whole alchemy room.