Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1264 - 560: Humiliated (Part 2)

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Previously on Online: I Can See Health Bars...
Fang Yu discovered a melancholic note from Ding Hui, revealing her location with the Foolish Underworld's captain, Song Zhenrong. Despite sensing no danger, his unease from past conflicts prompted a respectful escort to the shabby clinic. Miracle Doctor Mo marveled at Ding Hui's return and her daring treatment of Song Xi's corroded injuries, injecting living Insect Demons that surprisingly aided healing.

Confronting a wound so grave it left him completely helpless, Ding Hui discovered a remedy with effortless poise and unwavering assurance. Miracle Doctor Mo knew such a feat was forever beyond his grasp.

The follow-up steps of blood substitution, venomous insect feeding, and poison administration, though somewhat comprehensible to Miracle Doctor Mo, remained utterly bizarre.

Without Ding Hui's esteemed reputation, applying these techniques to any other patient would brand her a dangerous charlatan, denying her any opportunity to treat.

Brushing aside Miracle Doctor Mo’s inquiries, Ding Hui concentrated on pinpointing the exact location on Song Xi. A sharp cut from the tiny sword let the tainted blood pour out accurately, prompting Miracle Doctor Mo to swab the perspiration from his brow.

Feelings of tension, worry, and long-forgotten irritation enveloped him once more.

All onlookers, Song Zhenrong included, underwent an emotional transformation—from early skepticism, to astonishment, to bewilderment, and finally to awe...

Bizarre.

These healing techniques were profoundly odd, eccentric, completely straying from the conventional route of surgery-oriented physicians.

Yet...

Potent, formidable, akin to a true Divine Doctor!

The critical wound that stumped even Miracle Doctor Mo began to steady under Divine Doctor Ding’s methodical actions, as Song Xi’s state showed clear signs of recovery.

"What is her background... Descendant of Baihua Valley that vanished almost a century ago? Or a descendant of a hidden family of medicine kings?"

Song Zhenrong stood dumbfounded.

He had summoned Divine Doctor Ding purely from unwavering faith in Miracle Doctor Mo, desperation with no alternatives, and a desperate bid for any hope.

Never did he expect Divine Doctor Ding to demonstrate such extraordinary skill.

Miracle Doctor Mo himself was now aiding Divine Doctor Ding, as the other esteemed physicians watched helplessly from the sidelines, mouths agape, powerless to act.

Several prominent doctors slowly identified Divine Doctor Ding.

"How did she come back... When did she return?"

"In the years gone by, she’s grown even more terrifying... She was quite fearsome in the past rumors, but now, she’s on a whole new level!"

"What is that heart-like thing in her hand? It pulsates like a living creature... Wait! Did she just put that thing into the patient’s mouth?! Hiss—it grew tentacles that actively burrowed into the patient’s mouth!!"

Without prior sight of Ding Hui’s bold procedures, this one move alone might have terrified them into believing she intended harm.

Yet now, they perceived Ding Hui performing yet another miraculous feat.

One observer now identified the item inserted into the patient’s mouth, a spark of realization in their eyes.

"Is this possible? But how is she going to solve the problem of that thing polluting the patient’s bloodstream? Wait! A Medicine Pill! Finally, something resembling a normal doctor’s method appears! It seems to be a Blood Stilling Pill, which slows down the body’s blood flow... Is she prepared to use this method to deceive that thing’s perception?? That’s impossible, or could it be... she modified that thing to a certain extent?"

Each of Ding Hui’s maneuvers resembled a spectacular display, eliciting gasps of wonder from the elite doctors on site, gripping their senses tightly.

Particularly as Ding Hui administered the Blood Stilling Pill to Song Xi, it marked the first familiar technique for these physicians. Chatter erupted instantly, murmurs swelling into fervent debate.

Miracle Doctor Mo alone stayed intent, providing quiet support.

The remaining doctors grasped only fragments of Ding Hui’s techniques, and he fared little better. Watching the procedures differed vastly from fathoming the reasoning behind them.

The first could be learned by mere viewing, while the second demanded profound expertise and brilliant intuition to replicate.

"Almost done."

Suddenly, Ding Hui let out a breath, tapping Song Xi’s distended abdomen.

Resembling a near-drowned victim undergoing resuscitation presses, inky black fluid surged from Song Xi’s mouth.

Dropping onto the sheets, the dark fluid hissed like it was etched by acid, sending shivers across everyone’s scalps.

Closer inspection of Song Xi’s now pregnancy-like belly baffled the assembly.

Is this... is this the conclusion??

"The Bloodsucker Demon’s egg will parasitize in your sister’s body for about seven days. After seven days, it’ll emerge from your sister’s amputated arm, replacing her original limb."

Ding Hui cleaned her hands and started organizing her tools.

Though this visit demanded hefty costs, the Foolish Underworld would reimburse everything, refunding all consumed supplies and providing superior replacements—that was the deal struck with Song Zhenrong en route.

Should the Foolish Underworld fail to supply enough, Song Zhenrong vowed to cover the shortfall himself.

"Ah?"

Bewilderment filled Song Xi as she looked toward the pensive Miracle Doctor Mo, while the encircling doctors buzzed in heated debate, none apparently grasping Ding Hui's sudden declaration.

On the physical front, Song Xi's vital signs showed improvement, yet her severed arm was blanketed in a thick cluster resembling frog eggs, skin ashen and filthy, form bloated all over, abdomen distended like a full-term pregnancy, face puffed up beyond recognition. Without prior knowledge it was his sister, Song Zhenrong might have taken her for a swollen cadaver.

"Lord Ding, Ding Hui... is it over? Can my sister be saved? Will she stay looking like this forever?"

Ding Hui caught the words and let out a laugh.

Flashing a row of neat, gleaming white teeth.

"You merely requested I save her life, without a mention of keeping her looks intact. What's more, without sufficient assimilation, stopping rejection and saving her life is utterly impossible."

Conflict etched across Song Zhenrong's features.

Picturing his sister rousing to see herself as a grotesque, swollen beast with a near-term pregnant belly, too hideous to face others, sent a throbbing ache through Song Zhenrong's head. She could even choose suicide in her horror.

Still, against the backdrop of her death and permanent loss, this extent of hideousness, repulsiveness, and disfigurement was fully tolerable to Song Zhenrong.

Worst case, he'd devote his life to caring for his sister.

Steel in his resolve, Song Zhenrong bowed deeply before Ding Hui.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor, for saving my sister's life! Should you ever need anything from Song in the future, I will rush into death without a second thought!"

Lacking flair in speech, Song Zhenrong's words brimmed with raw sincerity.

For such immense kindness, he'd pour out everything to return the favor!

After all, his family's lives mattered more than his own.

Song Zhenrong's response mildly startled Ding Hui, yet on her journey here, she'd already sized up his personality, lending credence—about fifty to sixty percent—to his pledge.

Chatter from the doctor group swelled, one voice even booming out.

"Heretic!! Resorting to deviant tricks to save a life, just to corrupt the path! See the patient's state now—alive or dead makes no difference!"

The man's face burned red, his tone fierce and unyielding!

Yet everyone saw through it: a man crumbling under the mental chasm, hurling insults to guard his shattered ego.

"Young, too young!"

"Doesn't this fool know Lord Ding Hui? He missed the days when Lord Ding Hui's renown rocked Thunder City's medical world, right?"

"Overreaching fool!"

Not a soul backed him.

Genuine masters of medicine revered and dissected Ding Hui's approaches.

Even everyday junior doctors gaped in awe at Ding Hui's wondrous, near-godly handiwork.

A buffoon like him? Merely a joke to the onlookers.

Truth be told, this area's medical circle stayed fairly untainted, particularly the elite physicians, whose thirst for true knowledge eclipsed any hunger for prestige.

His barbs drew only Song Zhenrong's frosty glare.

The very person who saved his sister stood there, now assailed by this idiot!