Chapter 914: Saving Niuniu (1)
As time ticked by, three days had passed within the Ancient Space, and the mountainous pile of herbs beside An Yiqing had noticeably diminished at a visible rate. Beside her was a porcelain bowl the size of a beggar’s bowl, filled with many successfully refined Lifeblood Pills.
The progress of refining the pills was going exceptionally smoothly, and in just one day, An Yiqing managed to refine a hundred and twenty pills!
Her face was now somewhat pale after a full day of nonstop movements repeated in the process of alchemy, with the Internal Breath Flame in the palm of her hands unceasing. If it wasn’t for her strong spiritual power and Inner Breath cultivated since childhood, her body would have likely dried up by now.
As a new batch of Lifeblood Pills was completed, An Yiqing extinguished the Internal Breath Flame in her hands and conjured a small porcelain bottle out of thin air. She then stuffed all the pills from the bottle into her mouth and swallowed them down.
This was a medicine that could briefly restore Inner Breath, but it had a downside; it would leave the user’s body extremely weak for the following days.
But given the urgency of the situation, An Yiqing could no longer afford to care about the consequences—lying in bed resting for a few days afterward would be a small sacrifice.
Within the Ancient Space, An Yiqing feverishly continued refining Lifeblood Pills; meanwhile, the situation in the operating room was extremely critical.
Two hours neither long nor short. But for An Zhiyan, whose life was hanging by a thread, those two hours felt like an eternity.
Shortly after An Yiqing left, An Zhiyan’s condition took its first turn for the worse—the bleeding that had almost stopped burst forth again, this time more severe than before. Ye Chenghong and the Great Elder, along with several others, had exhausted all of the Medicine Sect’s treasures and spent much of their Inner Breath Vitality to pull An Zhiyan back from the brink of death at the Hall of Yama King.
"Junior brother, the boy’s condition is looking quite dire—I can’t even get it under control anymore," the Great Elder said, soaked in sweat, his surgical scalpel flying skillfully as he busied himself with An Zhiyan and spoke to Ye Chenghong.
Ye Chenghong’s brow was deeply furrowed as he pressed his hands to An Zhiyan’s abdomen, channeling his Inner Breath into An Zhiyan as if it cost him nothing.