Chapter 1264 - 560: Humiliated (Part 2)
Faced with an injury so severe that he was at a loss, Ding Hui managed to find a solution, effortlessly and with extreme confidence. This was something Miracle Doctor Mo felt he could never master.
As for the subsequent blood replacement, feeding of venomous insects, and poison, though still within Miracle Doctor Mo’s realm of understanding, it was nonetheless quite unconventional.
Had Ding Hui been without her reputation, these methods applied on anyone else would have had people considering her a harmful quack, never giving her a chance to heal.
Ignoring Miracle Doctor Mo’s questions, Ding Hui remained focused on locating the right spot on Song Xi. With a precise slice of the small sword, the poisoned blood flowed out with precision, causing Miracle Doctor Mo to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Nervousness, anxiety, and that sense of frustration that had long disappeared all surrounded him.
Everyone around, including Song Zhenrong, experienced a shift in emotion—from initial distrust, to shock, to cluelessness, and ultimately admiration...
Strange.
The treatment methods were extremely strange, unorthodox, utterly deviating from the path taken by mainstream surgery-focused doctors.
But...
Effective, powerful, simply like a Divine Doctor!
A heavy injury that even Miracle Doctor Mo found impossible to handle seemed to stabilize under Lord Ding Hui’s orderly steps, with visible improvement on Song Xi’s condition.
"What is her background... Descendant of Baihua Valley that vanished almost a century ago? Or a descendant of a hidden family of medicine kings?"
Song Zhenrong was stunned.
He invited Divine Doctor Ding entirely out of absolute trust in Miracle Doctor Mo, left with no choice, and an impulse to grasp at any chance.
Yet he hadn’t imagined Divine Doctor Ding would prove so capable.
Even Miracle Doctor Mo found himself assisting Divine Doctor Ding, while the other reputed doctors could only stand aside, agape, unable to intervene.
A few renowned doctors gradually recognized Divine Doctor Ding.
"How did she come back... When did she return?"
"In the years gone by, she’s grown even more terrifying... She was quite fearsome in the past rumors, but now, she’s on a whole new level!"
"What is that heart-like thing in her hand? It pulsates like a living creature... Wait! Did she just put that thing into the patient’s mouth?! Hiss—it grew tentacles that actively burrowed into the patient’s mouth!!"
Had they not witnessed Ding Hui’s series of outrageous operations beforehand, this single maneuver could’ve scared them into thinking Ding Hui was murderous.
But at this moment, they only felt Ding Hui was once again engaging in divine operations.
Someone now recognized what had entered the patient’s mouth, showing a glint of thoughtfulness.
"Is this possible? But how is she going to solve the problem of that thing polluting the patient’s bloodstream? Wait! A Medicine Pill! Finally, something resembling a normal doctor’s method appears! It seems to be a Blood Stilling Pill, which slows down the body’s blood flow... Is she prepared to use this method to deceive that thing’s perception?? That’s impossible, or could it be... she modified that thing to a certain extent?"
Every one of Ding Hui’s operations was like a feast, provoking whispers of amazement from the top doctors present, tugging at their every nerve.
Especially when Ding Hui fed Song Xi a Blood Stilling Pill, it was finally something these doctors could comprehend. Discussions immediately soared as whispers of murmurs amplified.
Only Miracle Doctor Mo remained focused, silently assisting.
The other doctors present could only comprehend a small part of Ding Hui’s operations, and he wasn’t much better than them. Observing operations was one thing, understanding the underlying thought process was another.
The former could be grasped through observation, but the latter required remarkable experience and genius insight to recreate.
"Almost done."
At this moment, Ding Hui suddenly exhaled, patting Song Xi’s swollen belly.
Like a drowning person receiving chest compressions, black ink-like liquid overflowed from Song Xi’s mouth.
The black liquid fell onto the bed, sizzling as if corroded by venom, making everyone’s scalp tingle.
Further examination of Song Xi’s belly, now resembling that of a pregnant figure, left those present puzzled.
Is this... is this the end??
"The Bloodsucker Demon’s egg will parasitize in your sister’s body for about seven days. After seven days, it’ll emerge from your sister’s amputated arm, replacing her original limb."
Ding Hui wiped her hands and began tidying up.
This outing was costly, but the Foolish Underworld would surely cover expenses, compensating for all materials used, and even subsidizing with better ones—that was the arrangement reached with Song Zhenrong on the way here.
Even if the Foolish Underworld couldn’t provide as much, Song Zhenrong would personally fill the remaining gap.
"Ah?"
Song Xi was bewildered, glancing at the contemplative Miracle Doctor Mo, and the surrounding doctors buzzing like a hotbed of discussion, seemingly none comprehending Ding Hui’s abrupt conclusion.
From a physical standpoint, Song Xi’s vital signs were improving, but her amputated arm seemed covered in a dense layer akin to frog eggs, her skin grey and muddy, body swollen, her belly appearing full-term pregnancy, her face swollen beyond recognition. If Song Zhenrong didn’t know this was his sister, he might have mistaken her for a bloated corpse.
"Lord Ding, Ding Hui... is this concluded? Can my sister’s life be saved? Will she always look like this?"
Ding Hui heard this and laughed.
Revealing a set of tidy and white teeth.
"You only asked me to save her life, but never mentioned preserving her appearance. Moreover, without a certain degree of assimilation, it’s absolutely impossible to prevent rejection and preserve her life."
Song Zhenrong showed signs of difficulty.
The thought of his sister waking up, discovering she had become a bloated monster, nearly full-term pregnant, unable to face people, left Song Zhenrong with a headache. Maybe his sister might even resort to suicide upon realizing this.
However, compared to losing her life, never seeing his loved one again, this level of ugliness, unsightliness, and deformation was entirely acceptable to Song Zhenrong.
At worst, he’d care for his sister for a lifetime.
With this in mind, Song Zhenrong bent over respectfully in front of Ding Hui.
"Thank you, Divine Doctor, for saving my life! In the future, if you need anything from Song, Song will brave death without hesitation!"
Song Zhenrong was not eloquent, but genuine and heartfelt.
For such a great favor, he would give everything to repay it!
Because the life of his family was more important than even his own.
Ding Hui was somewhat surprised by Song Zhenrong’s reaction, but during her travel here, she had somewhat gauged his character and thus held five to six-tenths trust in his words.
The subsequent discussions from the doctor team grew louder, with someone even raising their voice.
"Heretic!! Saving someone with crooked methods, only to lead astray! Look at the patient’s condition now, her being alive is no different from being dead!"
That person’s face flushed, voice intense!
But anyone could see this was someone unable to handle the psychological gap, resorting to slandering to protect his fragile self-esteem.
"Young, too young!"
"Does this guy not know Lord Ding Hui? He hasn’t lived through the era when Lord Ding Hui’s fame shook the medical community of Thunder City, has he?"
"Overestimate yourself!"
No one agreed with him.
Truly skilled doctors admired and studied Ding Hui’s methods.
Even lower-level ordinary doctors were amazed by Ding Hui’s miraculous, almost immortal craft.
As for such a clown, people just found him laughable.
It must be said, the medical community here remained relatively clean, at least among top-tier doctors, their pursuit of academic knowledge far surpassing the chase for fame.
And his words merely attracted Song Zhenrong’s icy gaze.
His sister’s lifesaver stood before him, now insulted by someone!
