Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1268 - 562: Two Sides of the Same Coin (Part 2)

Song Zhenrong placed his faith in Miracle Doctor Mo alone; he consented to these doctors remaining at his little sister’s side solely because Miracle Doctor Mo bridged the gap.

"In the days ahead, I’ll have to trouble you, Miracle Doctor Mo."

Song Zhenrong offered a deep bow.

To rescue his sister, throughout this single night, countless favors had piled up on him without his full awareness.

Yet if his sister pulled through, no price was too high.

Those favors owed, he’d settle them gradually, one after another.

His sister was saved for now, but her ongoing care demanded assistance from others.

With no particular directives from Divine Doctor Ding, Miracle Doctor Mo stepping forward naturally emerged as the ideal option.

As dawn slowly brightened the sky, Song Zhenrong exhaled deeply; this endless night was at last behind him.

Song Zhenrong’s eyes shifted toward the Foolish Underworld’s location, lost in contemplation.

"It’s fortunate I didn’t charge headlong to the Lord of Mansion’s side; given the outcome, my sister could have perished, and I might have forfeited my own life too."

Mr. Bo’s malicious scheme filled him with caution.

Without that divinely bestowed Divine Weapon, this night could have marked the siblings’ joint demise.

Luckily, despite all the upheavals, matters had resolved favorably in the end.

While instructing his men to ready the agreed payment for Divine Doctor Ding, he climbed onto his horse to accompany the doctors dispatched from the Che Residence back home, seizing the moment to express gratitude to Captain Che.

Believing events were heading positively, Song Zhenrong’s spirits lifted bit by bit; yet recalling that Defiled Blood Clone Demon ignited murderous fury in his gaze.

Stability achieved, he’d surely decapitate that demon with his own hands!

...

Thunder City’s medical community wasn’t vast.

The circle stayed fairly exclusive.

The higher the ranks climbed, the tinier it shrank.

Ding Hui’s explosive ascent in Thunder City back then struck like thunder from clear skies, instantly startling the elite physicians of the healing realm.

Soon after initial interactions, however, Ding Hui departed Thunder City.

Thus, the circle’s majority viewed her as a comet that blazed briefly before vanishing dramatically.

Her whereabouts post-Thunder City and subsequent actions held no relevance for Thunder City’s elite medical sphere anymore.

Claiming a domain as ruler also confined one within drawn boundaries.

Residing here, their focus naturally fixed on local shifts alone.

Thus, reports of Ding Hui employing astonishing techniques to heal Song Xi left top physicians thoroughly stunned.

For a moment, pinpointing Ding Hui’s identity eluded them.

Not until treatment specifics surfaced—those audacious, freewheeling approaches, those odd yet brilliant healing maneuvers—did numerous ancient veterans snap back to that sweltering summer years prior.

Then it dawned: the Medical Skill Genius who’d comet-like appeared was back!

As emerging young doctors remained puzzled, those veterans donned solemn faces.

"Why return now? Years ago, Thunder City still held spots for her; plenty of openings existed then, but today..."

"Fascinating! Even before, that young girl brimmed with promise. She’s veered deeper into unorthodox ways, her techniques turning ever stranger."

"Defying the natural order! Utterly defying it! Illness demands medicinal cures! Medicine defines a true Doctor! Such deviant tactics—what legitimate physician resorts to that? Pure poison healers! Poison healers!"

"She returns... In Thunder City’s stagnant waters, her arrival stirs unknown upheavals."

Ding Hui’s comeback elicited varied responses from the veterans, whereas most newcomers stood clueless about her origins.

...

The An Family.

A carrier pigeon slipped past the An Family’s multiple barriers effortlessly, then targeted a near-total darkness room, plummeted, ripped the curtain, entered the chamber, and perched upon a finger blackened and shriveled like withered timber.

The finger’s master lifted his hand to caress the pigeon’s head softly, seemingly chiding its haste, before delicately unrolling the note from its leg.

Within the shadowy chamber, just the candle’s dim glow pierced the gloom.

The curtain, torn open just moments before, had somehow mended itself unnoticed, sealing off every trace of sunlight.

He opened the letter and scanned its words.

Once finished, he touched it to the candle's flame, turning it to ashes and erasing all proof.

"Ding Hui..."

"Now that Tianyuan Town is gone, you came over here instead?"

The finger's owner spoke in a profoundly low tone, yet it held a unique magnetic pull, radiating an eerie charm—a fragile, morbid attractiveness.

At that instant, a voice rang out from beyond the door.

"Lord Duan, the Family Head asks that you come over. He says the condition of the [Cinnabar Blood] has worsened again."

That woman known as Ye Danshan...

Medicine people were never destined for longevity.

The rare few who lasted were nothing but outliers.

"Tell the Family Head I’ll head over in a bit."

"Yes!"

The voice from outside the door faded away.

However, Lord Duan fixed his gaze on the flickering candle flame, sunk in contemplation.

Not until a long moment passed did he gradually stand up.

In the fading flicker of the candle, Lord Duan's skin—almost devoid of blood—was barely discernible.

Yet that pale, sickly countenance looked astonishingly youthful, resembling a teenager's.

With a gentle touch on the pitch-black finger resembling dead wood, Lord Duan slipped into a pitch-black robe and stepped out of the chamber.

That dark robe appeared to devour all light; even beneath the sun, the shape inside stayed concealed.

"Lord Duan!"

"Doctor Duan!"

"Lord Duan!"

The An Family had long grown accustomed to the sight of the roaming black robe.

Under the robe, Lord Duan caressed his lifeless-wood finger, murmuring without sound.

"Perhaps we ought to be on guard against Ding Hui."

"With her ability, she might very well... uncover the true secret of the Ten Pillars."

Lord Duan's words came out half as self-talk, half addressed to another presence.

At the same time.

Nearly the very moment Lord Duan's voice trailed off, inside the Zhang Mansion—one of the Ten Major Families—a white-haired boy snapped open his eyes.

"I’ll handle it."

The boy likewise voiced it soundlessly, then shut his eyes to attune, soon knitting his brows.

"Scared of startling the snake, scared she’ll ruin things, dithering back and forth... Hui Yao, since when did you become so damned fussy."

"I owe her a life."

"Someone like you actually cares about that?"

Silence descended over there, stoking the white-haired boy's mounting irritation.

Bang!

Right then, the stable doors flew open; piercing sunlight flooded in, forcing the white-haired boy to squint against the glare.

"Zhang Baomian! Get up and get to work!"

The white-haired boy shot a glare at the shouter, only for a whip to crack down in retaliation.

"What are you staring at! A servant like you dares glare at your betters? Haven’t had enough of the whip, have you!"

The scorching agony burned fiercely and true.

Whip marks seared across his flesh, pain so intense his teeth ground together.

"Power... Hui Yao, lend me your power! I’ll handle it! I’ll take care of that Ding Hui!"

Yet no answer came; the link from the other side felt abruptly severed, leaving the white-robed boy to fist his hands in helpless impotence.

Smack!

Another crimson whip strike landed, driving him to his knees, his frame shuddering in torment.

"What are you still dazing out for, get out here and work! You deaf or just stupid!"

Power! Power! Power!!!

Give me power, Hui Yao!!!

We share the same body! Seeing me humiliated like this, do you really feel nothing at all!!!

The white-haired boy bellowed inwardly, powerless to alter the moment; he could merely rise in silence, head downcast, meekly following the whip-cracking tyrant striding ahead.

Just when the white-robed boy figured Hui Yao heard absolutely nothing...

"Everything will come to an end very soon. Endure a few more days."

That line again! That line again!

Endure what, wait for what!

Hui Yao!!

Give me back... my power!!!

The white-robed boy glared with blood-red eyes, reduced to laboring in shame under the savage whip, scooping manure, prodded like a beast by the overbearing Miss Zhang.

Hate hate hate!

Rage rage rage!

His fury surged without cease, and meanwhile at Lord Duan's side, the shrunken finger's ebon taint—like a creeping affliction—began inching, strand by strand, toward his remaining fingers.

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