C109 (1/2)

Chen Mo, who had just finished taking care of his wounds, had a profound experience of what a 'needle as quick as a needle' was.

It was just a sitting motion, yet the wounds all over his body were all affected, as if someone was holding hundreds of thick needles and stabbing them together into his body.

After sitting up with great difficulty, Chen Mo's entire body was covered in sweat. The sweat seeped into his wounds, causing him to experience unbearable pain.

He had been shot eight times in the bank battle.

Although under the protection of the Profound Yang True Power, it was unlikely for it to truly hurt him, it was still inevitable for him to suffer for a few days.

Chen Mo's legs were injured, he had just sewn the wound and bandaged it completely, it was impossible for him to meditate.

He grabbed a pillow and placed it behind him, and just like that, he sat down on the side, silently chanting the Profound Yang Spell's cultivation method in his mind, and the remaining threads of True Power began to circulate.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and calmly entered into a state of cultivation.

In this world, besides the air dust, there were also various kinds of energies floating around.

Spiritual Qi was one of them.

Ordinary people might not be able to sense this energy, but those who cultivated it could distinguish and see it clearly. They could even integrate it into their body and use it for their own purposes.

The Profound Yang Spell was a method to cultivate True Power s. Cultivators could absorb the free spirit energy in the world to improve themselves, achieve the extraordinary effect of harvesting hair and cleansing marrow and condensing True Power s.

Chen Mo's attainment of the second level of Profound Yang Spell could be considered as a small achievement.

As he sat and cultivated, the surrounding spiritual energy was sucked into his meridians and slowly refined like wisps of invisible smoke.

The spirit energy passed through all the meridians in his body and circulated for a cycle, removing the impurities within them and refining them into Profound Yang True Power, storing them in his dantian.

Of course, the most urgent thing right now was not to replenish the Profound Yang True Power, but to use this True Power to heal her injuries.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and started cultivating. Suddenly, he felt a bit of blood clogging up his meridians, and subconsciously, he wanted to take out the needle box on his body, but he quickly found nothing.

Only then did he remember that Lin Hsingna had taken her needle box away.

Helpless, he could only take a step back. Using the acupoints on his finger, he increased the speed of his Qi and let the True Power release it to its heart's content, healing the various injuries.

Time passed slowly.

When Chen Mo controlled the Profound Yang True Power to circulate within his body for five cycles, and when he opened his eyes to take a rest, the door was pushed open.

A sickbed was pushed in by two nurses. Chen Mo looked at the sickbed and saw that the sickbed seemed to be very serious.

The patient's entire body, along with his head, was wrapped in white bandages. In the gaps between the bandages, the pale green ointment could even be seen.

A dense medicinal aura emanated from it.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and quickly determined that the patient's body was smeared with an ointment made from Chinese medicine.

Following the smell of the medicine, Chen Mo quickly guessed the materials used to make the medicine and had a certain understanding of its effects.

This ointment should be the main treatment of falling injury, blood stasis, strong tendons and bone strengthening effect.

However, although the fragrance of the ointment assaulted his nostrils, the effect was rather ordinary in his opinion.

There was some effect, but it wasn't strong enough.

If he had used the same ingredients to concoct the ingredients, Chen Mo was confident that he would be able to increase the potency of the medicine by at least three times.

The topic changed.

The mummified patient was not only covered with bruises, but his left hand and two legs were clamped together with plates that hung from the bracket beside the bed.

This situation was at least a fracture, or perhaps it was a more serious one.

Chen Mo was shocked.

He was bruised all over, and even his four limbs were broken. Was he still rolling down the stairs at least two levels in a row?

It was too tragic!

Compared to this sickness, Chen Mo felt that he was much happier.