Chapter 222: Paralysis
"Follow this prescription to get the herbs. Take it three times a day. Boil three bowls of water down to one."
Murong Qian nodded and took the prescription from Lin Feng's hand.
"Next, I need to use three more needles."
"It won't be possible to remove half of it today. The cold energy has penetrated too deeply. If I were to force it out, you would most likely die or become paralyzed."
Lin Feng explained. Murong Qian nodded, showing no signs of doubt.
She knew just how severe her condition was.
Next, Lin Feng took out three more silver needles and inserted them one by one into three major acupoints on Murong Qian's body.
Each silver needle shimmered with a dazzling silver light, looking exceptionally beautiful.
Meanwhile, Murong Qian bit her lip tightly, enduring the pain. Her lovely face was a mask of sheer determination.
This was her only way to survive.
Seeing this, Lin Feng sighed and began to help Murong Qian guide the cold energy out of her body.
The method he used this time was slightly different from the previous treatment. He was going to use his own Inner Strength to force the cold energy out of Murong Qian's body.
Doing so would be quite draining for Lin Feng.
But a healer must be compassionate, and this cold energy was also crucial for Lin Feng's own reasons, so he braced himself and began.
HUMMM!
A boundless Inner Strength surged into Murong Qian's body in an extremely gentle manner. The originally chaotic cold energy within her quieted down upon encountering the Inner Strength and began to slowly recede toward the outside of her body.
"Ngh~!"
Murong Qian's delicate brows furrowed and her cheeks flushed scarlet, clearly enduring immense pain.
Seeing this, Lin Feng silently recited a mental incantation to control the flow of his Inner Strength and lessen Murong Qian's discomfort.
After a long while, the cold energy within Murong Qian's body was finally purged completely.
Murong Qian let out a long sigh of relief, a trace of joy for having survived the ordeal appearing on her pale face.
"Thank you!"
Murong Qian thanked Lin Feng from the bottom of her heart.
"You're welcome."
Lin Feng shook his head and pulled the silver needles from Murong Qian's body. His own clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Phew!"
Letting out a long breath, Lin Feng wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.
He then began to give Murong Qian a therapeutic massage.
This massage was completely different from before. Lin Feng gathered Inner Strength in his left palm, placed it gently on Murong Qian's back, and slowly channeled his Inner Strength into her body.
RUMBLE!
A muffled sound suddenly came from within Murong Qian's body, as if some kind of barrier had been broken. Her entire body trembled slightly, and an indescribable feeling of comfort made her unable to stop herself from moaning.
She closed her eyes, a look of utter bliss on her face.
Lin Feng hadn't expected the cold energy in Murong Qian's body to be so aggressive that it could even devour his Inner Strength.
But he didn't stop, continuing to channel his Inner Strength to help clear the blockages.
"Mmm~"
Soon, Murong Qian opened her eyes, letting out a soft, alluring gasp.
The next moment, however, she snapped back to reality and quickly covered her mouth.
Her face was crimson as she bit her lip, clearly at her breaking point.
"Don't move. Next, I'm going to force the cold energy in your body into your right hand."
"Until I can completely expel the cold energy, your right hand will lose all sensation. You need to be careful with it in your daily life."
"Whatever you do, don't touch anyone with your right hand. Otherwise, the cold energy within it might unintentionally harm them."
His calm voice came from behind her. Murong Qian nodded obediently.
After speaking, Lin Feng began to focus wholeheartedly on helping Murong Qian expel the cold energy from her body.
An hour later, Murong Qian was drenched in sweat, a look of exhaustion on her face.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng forced out the final, loosened wisp of cold energy. A layer of frost now coated his hands, a clear sign that he had been injured by the cold energy from Murong Qian's body.
A bitter smile touched his lips.
Although he had long suspected that Murong Qian's illness wasn't simple, he hadn't expected it to be this complicated.
He had been considered a miracle doctor for many years, yet he had still taken a hit while treating this cold affliction.
Murong Qian noticed Lin Feng's state of exhaustion and hurriedly asked with concern, "Your hands...?"
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Lin Feng waved his hand to show he was all right, then slowly walked to the table and downed the now-cold coffee.
"That's all for today's treatment."
"Remember what I said. Don't let anyone touch your right hand. It's now infused with the cold energy, and we can only deal with it completely later on."
"And that prescription I gave you—you need to take it every day."
"The next treatment is the day after tomorrow. Get some good rest."
After saying this, Lin Feng turned and left without any hesitation.
"Thank you!"
Murong Qian's grateful voice came from behind him, but Lin Feng didn't look back.
'He knew Murong Qian was just grateful to him, nothing more. As for any deeper feelings, they probably didn't know each other well enough for that yet.'
After Lin Feng left, Murong Qian stared into the empty room, a little dazed.
'Just a moment ago, she'd thought Lin Feng had some kind of ulterior motive.'
'But now it seemed she had misunderstood him.'
Murong Qian's thoughts swirled. She looked down at her right hand, which had completely lost all sensation.
She could still clearly recall the feeling from Lin Feng's treatment—a warm current that seemed to melt the ice around her wrist, leaving her feeling refreshed and filled with boundless energy.
She also vaguely guessed what method Lin Feng had used to expel the cold energy from her body.
Thinking about Lin Feng's performance earlier, Murong Qian was secretly amazed. 'That man… he's incredible. He can even expel something like cold energy.'
"Such miraculous medical skills… The powers of these Ancient Martial Artists are truly extraordinary."
Muttering this to herself, Murong Qian tidied up her things and prepared for bed.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng had returned to his own room.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and gently stroked the head of the sleeping Su Yanxue before starting to regulate the chaotic Inner Strength within him. The treatment had taken a significant toll.
After some time, Lin Feng had recovered seventy to eighty percent of his energy. He then began to meditate and cultivate.
Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Murong Qian awoke.
She stretched her slender waist and noticed her body didn't feel as sore and weak as it usually did. In fact, she felt remarkably energetic, which was strange considering she had barely slept a wink all night.