nashuaworldcup Chapter 468
Chapter 468
Amidst the flashing blades and the clash of swords, Jing Chu and his companions appeared increasingly disheveled. Sweat soaked their clothes, mingling with the suffocating stench of blood in the air. Their weapons seemed to grow incredibly heavy, each swing requiring immense effort. Gradually, they became weak and their steps unsteady.
Just when the situation was at its most critical and about to spiral out of control, a melodious flute tune suddenly drifted from the end of the long street. The clear, pleasant sound of the flute, like a gently flowing spring, flowed across the tense and oppressive battlefield. Under the soothing touch of the flute, the previously taut nerves gradually relaxed, and the tension and oppression brought on by the battle were instantly dispelled.
As the flute music faded, a group of people dressed in white appeared silently, like ghosts. Their movements were incredibly light; each step they took seemed to float in the wind, their toes barely touching the ground without stirring up a speck of dust. Yet, their attacks were as fast as lightning, so fast that no one could even see their movements before they were already engaged in fierce combat.
The men in black were thrown into disarray by the sudden attack. Their seemingly impenetrable defense gradually revealed weaknesses under the relentless onslaught of the men in white. These weaknesses, like cracks in a dam, grew larger with time. Seizing this opportunity, the mysterious old man roared, "Everyone, take this chance to break through!" His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the area. Hearing this, the crowd seemed to be infused with new strength, gritting their teeth and fighting with all their might. Their weapons flashed with ferocious power, and with an unstoppable momentum, they finally carved a bloody path through the encirclement.
The group followed the man in white, winding their way through the town until they reached a secluded corner. The place was extremely well-hidden, surrounded by high walls and dense trees; without a guide, it would have been impossible to spot. The leader of the white-clad men was a young woman with a beautiful face and a faint smile. She said softly, "We have been watching you secretly, knowing you are kind people, and have come to help you today."
Upon hearing this, Jing Chu quickly cupped his hands in thanks and said sincerely, "Thank you for your righteous help, young lady. May I ask your background?" The young woman pursed her lips and smiled mysteriously. Her smile was as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring. "We are from a reclusive medical sect. We have appeared here because we cannot stand the evil deeds of those men in black and we have something to discuss with them."
Filled with curiosity, Jing Chu pressed, "Please speak freely." The woman paused slightly before continuing, "Our medical sect has recently encountered a difficult case. The patient's symptoms are strange, and we have tried many methods without success. We have heard of Mr. Jing's excellent medical skills and would like to ask for your help in diagnosing and treating the patient."
Jing Chu pondered for a moment, his mind racing through various ailments and treatments. After a brief pause, he nodded firmly and said, "Saving lives is paramount; I will do my utmost." Seeing Jing Chu's agreement, the young woman's eyes lit up with joy, a glimmer of light in the darkness. She immediately led everyone towards the location of the medical sect.
Along the way, Jing Chu noticed the white-clad men's words and actions. Each of them was elegant in demeanor, and their respect for and dedication to medicine were evident in their conversation. Some were quietly discussing treatments for various ailments, while others were carefully examining the medical books they carried, as if they were constantly learning and improving.
Upon arriving at the clinic, Jing Chu saw the patient. The patient's face was ashen, devoid of any color, and his body twitched intermittently, uttering weak murmurs as if enduring immense pain. Jing Chu immediately stepped forward, his expression focused as he took the patient's pulse. His fingers gently rested on the patient's pulse, feeling its weak and erratic beat. He then carefully observed the patient's complexion; the lifeless face caused him to furrow his brow; examining the tongue's coating, its abnormal color and condition made his heart sink. Indeed, this illness was extremely strange; the pulse was erratic and the symptoms were unlike anything he had ever seen before.
Jing Chu fell into deep thought, while the people in white around him watched him quietly, their eyes filled with expectation. Their gazes were like spotlights, all focused on Jing Chu. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Jing Chu; he remembered an extremely rare disease recorded in an ancient book, the symptoms of which were somewhat similar to those of the patient before him. He quickly asked the young woman about the details of the patient's illness before and after it occurred.
The woman recalled, "The patient had visited a mysterious valley before the onset of the illness, and after returning, he gradually became like this."
Jing Chu had a glimmer of hope, deducing that the patient might have been exposed to some kind of peculiar poison in the valley. He immediately ordered the medical staff to prepare some specific herbs, intending to try fighting poison with poison first. Everyone sprang into action; some searched the medicine cabinet for herbs, while others ran to the kitchen to start a fire and brew the medicine. Soon the herbs were ready, and Jing Chu personally stood by the stove, carefully brewing the herbs before gently feeding them to the patient.
After a while, the patient's convulsions seemed to subside, and his previously paper-pale complexion was no longer so terrible. Jing Chu breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew that this was only a temporary stabilization of the condition. To achieve a complete cure, he needed to further investigate what the poison in the mysterious valley was. Therefore, he decided to go to that valley the next day to find out.
Jing Chu fell into deep thought again, his brow furrowed as he pondered various possible treatments. Suddenly, he remembered a similar ailment recorded in an ancient book, perhaps treatable only by an extremely rare herb. However, this herb grew in extremely cold regions, harsh environments of ice and snow, making it difficult to find. Jing Chu shared his idea with the young woman, whose eyes were resolute as she said, "To save the patient, we will search for that herb no matter how difficult it may be." Moved by her determination, Jing Chu immediately sat down with the other members of the medical sect to carefully discuss their plan to find the herb. Everyone chimed in, raising various potential problems and solutions, the atmosphere both lively and tense.
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Jing Chu and the young woman, along with several skilled healers, embarked on a arduous journey to find medicinal herbs. They carried packs filled with provisions, medicine, and various tools they might need. Along the way, they endured wind and rain, traveling under the scorching sun by day and finding sheltered spots in the wilderness to rest at night. When they encountered rivers, they rolled up their trousers and waded across; when they faced mountains, they painstakingly climbed them using both hands and feet. Having overcome countless obstacles, they finally arrived at a land of extreme cold.
Here, in a world of ice and snow, a howling wind swept in, seemingly intent on devouring everything. Every step forward was incredibly difficult; the biting wind cut like a knife against their faces, causing excruciating pain. Their hands and feet were already numb with cold, yet they gritted their teeth and persevered. Just when they were about to lose hope, the sharp-eyed Jing Chu spotted a herb that resembled the one described in ancient texts. The herb stood out starkly against the white snow, its leaves still glistening with frost.
Before they could even get close, a gigantic ice beast suddenly leaped out of a nearby crevice. This beast emanated a chilling aura, each breath releasing a puff of white frost. Its eyes, as large as copper bells, gleamed with a fierce light, fixed intently on the group. The young woman was the first to draw her sword and charge forward, her movements swift and agile, the sword flashing in her hand. Jing Chu and the others quickly joined the battle, some attacking with their swords, others searching for the ice beast's weaknesses. After a fierce struggle, they finally repelled the ice beast. Wounded, the ice beast roared a few times in resentment before retreating back into the crevice.
Jing Chu carefully picked the herbs and placed them in a specially made medicine box. Without daring to delay, they immediately returned. Upon arriving back at the medical sect, Jing Chu immediately prepared the herbs and decocted them for the patient. He stayed by the patient's bedside, carefully observing their reactions. Soon after, the patient's condition gradually improved; their convulsions subsided, and their complexion regained some color. Ultimately, the patient made a full recovery. The members of the medical sect admired Jing Chu's medical skills even more, their eyes filled with respect and gratitude. Jing Chu also forged a deep bond with the medical sect, exchanging medical knowledge and sharing his experiences and insights with everyone, resulting in a mutually beneficial exchange.