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Chapter 179 - 161 Fingertip Thunder is Under My Control, A Divine Doctor is Expected! (Subscribe!)

Chapter 179: Chapter 161 Fingertip Thunder is Under My Control, A Divine Doctor is Expected! (Subscribe!)

During this period, Old Guo was in a great mood.

Seeing a teahouse full of listeners, eager to hear his stories, he felt a special sense of achievement.

Bloodthirsty storytellers do not fear death, this fulfillment is what they thrive on.

As long as he has this full sense of achievement, even a broken leg is no worry!

Honestly, it had been a long time since his legs were broken.

Old Guo guessed that those who had been breaking his legs repeatedly were probably the same group of people, or perhaps one individual.

Everyone speculated that it was professional jealousy, after all, not everyone could perform bloodthirsty storytelling, nor could they gain fame around Wangchun City by narrating stories of Old Demon Duan.

The popularity of Old Demon Duan had turned into his bounties.

Old Guo guessed, it must have been Old Demon Duan’s followers.

Now, when mentioning Old Demon Duan, many people would also think of him, the storyteller.

His experiences of having his legs broken numerous times were not his pain, but rather his trademark, his pride.

Why was it only him whose legs were broken several times, and not other colleagues?

It could only mean that he told stories exceptionally well!

Even some of his peers seriously suspected that he was using a ruse, deliberately finding people to break his legs so as to gain fame.

During this period, Yushi Town was bustling with people.

Just like the teahouse owner, storyteller Old Guo was also visionary, or else he wouldn’t have left the already lively Small Spring Town to start anew in Yushi Town, closer to the graveyard.

He couldn’t help it, thinking of being so close to the graveyard where Old Demon Duan became famous, he was very excited and inspired for his writings.

Telling stories here, he was no doubt happy.

This was also one of the reasons for his choice.

And the recent substantial increase in bounties proved his choice to be exceptionally right.

Old Guo’s career was at its peak, and it’s common for people to get a little inflated at their peak - Old Guo was no exception.

For instance, recently he had been reflecting that nobody has been breaking his legs for a while, and he was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Although he didn’t walk very nimbly, he no longer needed a walking stick.

Perhaps that follower of Old Demon Duan had died; it was easy for people to die in the Martial World, especially as followers of Old Demon Duan.

Otherwise, with his stories about Old Demon stirring things up to this extent, why had no one come to break his legs?

During the noon break, Old Guo went to relieve himself, as was his custom.

He planned to enjoy a good cup of tea before heading back out.

Letting the customers wait, making them anxious, was also one of the pleasures of storytelling.

Without these pleasures, who would still tell stories!

Just as Old Guo was in the outhouse, planning to leisurely enjoy his cup of tea, a familiar darkness fell before his eyes.

A sack covered him from head to toe.

His instinct was to be scared, but he quickly calmed down.

After all, he had been through this many times!

Thinking of his imminent broken leg, Old Guo felt a sudden thrill.

They were back!

The followers of Old Demon were back!

My glory would have another tale!

But this time, Old Guo waited for a long time and his leg didn’t break.

He just heard a smack, and while in the sack, his head was knocked, and everything went dark.

"Could it be a kidnapping?"

This was the last thought in Old Guo’s mind before he lost consciousness.

...

In the dim cellar, Old Guo remained unconscious.

Duan Yun, the doctor with a Medical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart, quietly observed him as if looking at a patient suffering from a serious illness, in dire need of treatment.

When bringing people in, he accidentally stepped on Old Guo’s mouth with shoes smeared with donkey dung, it was truly an accident, absolutely not personal animosity.

As a young hero, he never held grudges, and as a doctor, he treated everyone equally.

As the only patient in the cellar at the moment, naturally, he was going all out.

Under the watchful eyes of the Murong brothers, with a swish and without any hesitation, Duan Yun released the Jade Sword Finger Sword Energy from his right hand, piercing through Old Guo’s thigh.

Old Guo, originally unconscious, suddenly shuddered in pain.

But the next moment, his expression relaxed, and he didn’t wake up.

Duan Yun’s fingertip thunder had entered his wound and his brow.

Electrical entry at the brow can alleviate pain, as Duan Yun had verified on the Murong brothers.

Whatever the Murong brothers said about their heads getting numb from the electricity - that numbness was pain relief, with no issues at all.

The electric light wove like silk, suturing the bloody hole, accompanied by the scent of scorched flesh and blood from the electrical burn.

This experience reminded Duan Yun of his previous life’s metalworking internship with electric welding.

Actually, the principle was quite similar; welding fuses metal together, while his "Fingertip Thunder" fuses wounds.

This bloody hole was deeper and more severe than the wounds that the Murong brothers received from knife cuts, but the bleeding stopped rapidly, in the blink of an eye.

Afterward, Duan Yun’s electric light still flickered at his fingertips, without pause.

Without any hesitation, Duan Yun made another incision on Old Guo’s abdomen.

Old Guo was a bit overweight, and just as his belly slit open, the electric light was already zipping through, "welding" his flesh and grease together.

As new wounds continually appeared on Old Guo’s body and were healed by the electric light in turn, Duan Yun’s Fingertip Thunder became even more adept.

At that moment, with a swipe of his left hand through his hair, the strands on his forehead fluttered up silkily and drifted backward, forming a new hairstyle that made him look quite spirited.

Feng Ling’er and the other three onlookers didn’t dare to let out a breath while watching.

They had never seen anyone practice medical skills in such a manner.

In this eerie cellar, this was hardly a scene of a doctor and patient.

Feng Ling’er stammered, "It looks more like an autopsy."

But they had to admit that Duan Yun was truly formidable at this.

Even the famous doctors in the Martial World probably couldn’t stop bleeding and heal wounds as quickly as this.

Old Guo had at least eighteen wounds on his legs, some connecting to form various "正" characters, and yet not two drops of blood had flown from Old Guo.

Suddenly, Duan Yun lifted his finger and stabbed a bloody hole in his own shoulder, which at almost the same time sent out electric light that sizzled to close up the wound.

Feng Ling’er anxiously said, "Why is he doing that to himself?"

Upon seeing this, Shen Ying commented, "You didn’t mind the thirty-eight wounds on Old Guo’s body, yet you’re nervous about him poking himself once?"

Murong brothers couldn’t help but ask, "You’re already so skilled, what are you still practicing for?"

"I’m practicing connecting tendons and blood vessels properly; if a person is injured, it is essential to reconnect the blood vessels and tendons. I understand my body better," Duan Yun stated.

Hearing this statement, everyone just felt terrified.

Feng Ling’er voiced concern, "Are you sure about this? If you’re not certain, maybe let Old Guo try first?"

Currently, Old Guo was drowsy, feeling as if he were in a dream where it alternately leaked and then stopped raining at his house, giving him a horrific sensation.

"I’ve discovered that if the electric light spirals, it can not only connect flesh and blood but can also stimulate their vitality to become stronger. Don’t worry, the tendon and blood vessel I’m working on are not vital."

"Ah, it’s just that I can’t anesthetize myself, so it hurts a bit," Duan Yun couldn’t help saying.

"Is there a way to relieve the pain?" Shen Ying asked, concerned.

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"First, get the book from inside my jacket," Duan Yun said.

Shen Ying hurriedly reached into his jacket and took out a book titled "Old Demon and Goddess Catcher’s Secret Cellar."

"Turn to page twenty-three," Duan Yun instructed.

Shen Ying’s face turned green as she asked in surprise, "Are you sure it’s this one?"

"Yes, it’s this one," Duan Yun asserted.

Shen Ying glanced at the page and saw it detailed the experience of Old Demon Duan treating Goddess Catcher’s wounds in the cellar, with descriptions of bare fragrant shoulders, a purple semi-transparent bellyband, and the more absurd, the better.

Duan Yun did indeed stop feeling the pain and regained his focus.

"Right! Right! Right! Spin, keep spinning!"

Duan Yun looked at the page and spoke earnestly.

Zzzzt zzzt zzzt!

The electric light continued to emanate from the wound on his shoulder, now clearly following a regular arc.

In Shen Ying and the others’ eyes, it was like a series of tiny rainbow bridges.

He really could control such fine trajectories of electric light.

"Right! Right! Right! Push harder!" Duan Yun continued to read from the book.

For a moment, Shen Ying and the others weren’t certain whether he was urging Old Demon Duan in the book to push harder on Goddess Catcher or for the electric light to push harder.

Suddenly, the tiny electric lights intensified and all concentrated towards the inside of the wound.

Two breaths later, Duan Yun let out a sigh of relief and declared, "I did it! I’ve mastered it! The spiraling electric light is truly magical."

"Did you connect the blood vessels and tendons?" the Murong brothers asked.

"I did, perfectly aligned. I even feel stronger," Duan Yun replied while moving his shoulders.

"Does that mean you could easily reconnect a severed hand or foot?" the Murong brothers said, amazed.

"Of course. Although I still can’t regenerate limbs, reattaching them for immediate use is not a problem," Duan Yun said seriously.

"Regenerating limbs, as if you could fly..."

The Murong brothers originally wanted to ridicule Duan Yun’s fantastical thinking, but was reattaching tendons and blood vessels with electric light not preposterous enough?

What if one day Old Demon Duan actually did master limb regeneration with a sudden shout?

Who can say for certain when it comes to the affairs of Old Demon Duan?

At this time, Duan Yun looked at his own wound, gathered the electric light at his fingertips, and swiped over the wound.

The flesh that was previously scorched by the electric light instantly disappeared, becoming smooth and clean.

The Murong brothers were shocked again and said, "You can really erase scars?"

Duan Yun nodded, "If I control it delicately enough, erasing scars, blemishes, even full cosmetic enhancement is not an issue at all."

At this, the Murong brothers’ tone softened as they said, "Brother, you promised to clear them up for me."

Feng Ling’er’s tone also softened as she said, "Duan, can you remove moles?"

"I have a mole on my waist; could you please remove it for me?"

Shen Ying joined in as well, "I have a patch on my arm where the skin tone isn’t very even."

On the ground lay Old Guo, his legs covered in "正" shaped scars, his brows furrowed, barely conscious, and no one caring.

If he were to wake up and see his scar-covered legs while hearing the discussion about scar removal, mole removal, and even skin tone, he would surely believe it was a bizarre dream full of lunatics and madmen.