"I can only try my best." Wang Ba said solemnly.
"Good! You can do whatever you want. I'm already a dying person. If I can survive, it'll be a profit!”Wang Chongyang took a deep breath and said.
Within the Myriad Longevity Palace.
Dozens of Quan Zhen Sect's elite disciples at the entrance were holding their swords and guarding the outside. They were afraid that someone would interfere with their grandmaster's healing process.
On the side, the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect were all gathered here, their faces showing anxiety from time to time.
Inside the hall, Wang Ba looked at the half-naked Wang Chongyang. He saw three deep sword wounds on his chest and abdomen that went straight to his back. On his wrinkled skin, three small wounds were particularly eye-catching.
As the other party breathed in and out, Wang Ba could even feel the changes in his lungs through the wound.
"Hiss, what a sharp sword qi, what a terrifying sword wound! It was no wonder that Wang Chongyang died young. If it were an ordinary person, they would have died long ago. Only an Inborn expert could barely protect the latter part of the lung with his deep Genuine Qi to maintain breathing.”Wang Ba was shocked.
Soon, Wang Ba lowered his head and thought about how to deal with it to maximize Wang Chongyang's vitality.
"What's wrong? Brother Wang, are you also helpless?" Wang Chongyang saw that Wang Ba did not move for a long time and asked in puzzlement.
"No, it's not that. There's one way, but the success rate is a little low. I have to think about it.”Wang Ba said slowly.
"Sorry for the trouble!" Wang Chongyang said.
After a long time, Wang Ba finally thought of a suitable way to deal with it.
Then, he took out the Chinese medicine box from his storage space and began to move.
After taking the herbal soup to protect his body, he injected anesthetics and prepared a sterilized scalpel. With the combination of Chinese and Western medicine, Wang Ba performed it with ease.
"By the way, how did you get injured? Logically speaking, with your cultivation, there aren't many people who can hurt you, right?”Wang Ba asked curiously as he treated his wound.
"Sigh! It was a long story. I wonder if Brother Wang has heard of the title Sword Demon?”Wang Chongyang endured the discomfort in his body and explained.
"Are you talking about Dugu Qiubai?" Wang Ba was slightly surprised.
"When I participated in the war against gold in the early years, I met Dugu Qiubai on the battlefield and was accidentally injured by him. That's why I have this hidden illness. Although Dugu Qiubai is obsessed with practicing the sword and has challenged experts everywhere, his heart is not bad. He has always felt guilty for seriously injuring me, and he has even abandoned his beloved Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword.”
"Later, I heard that he defeated countless experts and eventually lived in seclusion in the Snake Valley outside Xiangyang City, accompanying the eagle all day long. Brother Wang, with your strength, if you were to pay him a visit, Dugu Qiubai would definitely be very happy.”Wang Chongyang said.
"Oh? Was Dugu Qiubai still hiding there? Looks like I should find some time to meet this Sword Demon!”Wang Ba said excitedly.
"Hehe, Dugu Qiubai's swordsmanship has reached the peak, and his moves are close to the Dao. Brother Wang would definitely not be disappointed if he competed with him.”Wang Chongyang laughed.
Time passed slowly. As the two of them continued to talk, Wang Ba learned a lot of secrets from Wang Chongyang. At the same time, he was constantly diverting Wang Chongyang's attention and trying to make his surgery more successful.
Four hours later, Wang Ba cut off the ends of the stitches and sprinkled anti-inflammatory medicine on them. Only then did the surgery officially end.
For the next period of time, Wang Chongyang only needed to take the Chinese medicine on time and rest for a month or two to recover.
Although Wang Ba was unable to recover most of the life force that Wang Chongyang had lost, as long as Wang Chongyang recovered successfully, he could live for at least another ten years.
Looking at the crowd carefully helping Wang Chongyang down, he wiped the beads that seeped out from his forehead and instantly relaxed.
"Sigh! He hadn't practiced medicine for half a year, and his hands were a little rusty. Fortunately, he had learned a lot of Western medicine in the real world. Otherwise, Chinese medicine really wouldn't have any good solutions to this kind of lung injury.”
Ever since Wang Ba took action to resolve the hidden illness on Wang Chongyang's body, Wang Chongyang's recovery speed was extremely fast. In just a short month, he had become lively again.
According to the original plot, Wang Chongyang should have died in his sixties. However, with Wang Ba's intervention, Wang Chongyang gained another ten years of life.
People who practiced martial arts had strong physiques.
Even though Wang Ba had removed most of his lungs, Wang Chongyang still survived with his tenacious willpower.
Even though he could no longer make a move, with such a talented founder guarding the Quan Zhen Sect, Ma Yu and the rest of his juniors felt much more at ease.
After that, Ba Wang officially settled down in Quan Zhen Sect.
Every day, he would spend a large amount of time reading the various Daoist scriptures that Quan Zhen Sect had painstakingly collected. When he was free and tired, he would run to the back of the mountain to discuss Dao with Wang Chongyang. They would discuss their own ultimate techniques and create the same cultivation technique.
Wang Chongyang was deeply grateful for Wang Ba's help. He didn't hide anything. With a wave of his hand, he handed over the Nine Yin Scripture, Innate Skill, Golden Goose Skill, and other unique ultimate arts to Wang Ba. He also opened the pavilion for Wang Ba to read.
As a result, Wang Ba's martial arts realm rose rapidly.
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