Chapter 1958 - 1959: Destiny

Chapter 1958: Chapter 1959: Destiny

Life is short, and Ye Xuan had always thought that in this lifetime, he’d probably never have any more intersections with Qin Lan.

After all, the circles he and Qin Lan moved in nowadays were drifting farther and farther apart.

Who would’ve thought Heaven would actually arrange something like this!

Qin Lan had actually reappeared before his eyes, with such an utterly inconceivable identity!

If this isn’t "enemies bound to meet on a narrow road," what is?

The world is so damn small—some enemies are clearly fated to hover in front of your eyes, stubbornly refusing to disperse.

Ye Xuan stood to the side, quietly taking in Qin Lan for a long time, until he finally calmed down bit by bit and fully accepted this utterly bizarre reality. ℴℴ𝘮

"Phew—"

After letting out a heavy breath, Ye Xuan stopped thinking about all that random crap, sat down by Qin Lan’s side, and started taking her pulse.

Her hand was exceedingly moist and smooth, like that of an eighteen‑year‑old girl in her prime.

But in truth, she was already a hundred and eighty‑six years old!!

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, carefully feeling out Qin Lan’s current physical condition. That examination went on for nearly half an hour, without any other movement.

On the bed, one sitting, one lying down, a man and a woman, both still as statues; the silence was so complete you’d suspect even time itself had stopped.

Finally, Ye Xuan pulled his hand back, his sword‑brows knitting lightly.

"No wonder, looking across the entire Hidden Dragon, there’s no one who can save her. This injury is seriously vicious!" Ye Xuan muttered inwardly, the corners of his mouth twitching, his expression turning slightly grave.

Without a doubt, Qin Lan right now was yet another major challenge on his path as a doctor.

Judging by the symptoms, Qin Lan had indeed injured herself by mishandling her cultivation, her Qigong surging through her meridians and backfiring. But her injuries were far, far more severe than Xiahou Zhenshan and the others had imagined!

The human body has a total of 409 acupoints, including 361 points along the 14 meridians and 48 extra‑meridian points. Of these, 108 acupoints will show obvious symptoms if struck or tapped by External Force; among those 108, there are 36 major points that successive generations of the Wu Family have called "death acupoints."

As for Qin Lan right now—among those 36 death acupoints, she’d actually damaged a full 27!

What kind of concept is that, in terms of magnitude?

Put simply, if Qin Lan’s Qigong cultivation weren’t at the absolute peak, vast as the sea, and if she didn’t later have Heart Protecting Pills to assist her, she simply couldn’t have lived till now!

With injuries this severe, never mind fully healing her—even letting her live a few more days would be practically impossible!

"You’re already a hundred and eighty‑six‑year‑old old demon hag—how can you still be this reckless?"

Ye Xuan scrubbed at his hair in frustration and couldn’t help complaining, "Honestly, this kind of low‑level mistake with Qigong surging through the meridians is only made by newbies who’ve just stepped into the realm of Qigong. What the hell had you so distracted while cultivating?"

After fussing around for half an hour, the ever‑cautious Ye Xuan had of course deliberately checked for it, and finally concluded that Qin Lan’s Qigong backlash was not caused by someone secretly poisoning her.

Simply put, the problem lay entirely in herself.

And this problem wasn’t something that popped up overnight. It likely existed ever since the very first day she returned awake from her reincarnation.

Otherwise, with her unfathomable strength, there’s no way she’d end up this badly injured.

"Could it be that back when she was in the East Sea Reincarnation, she suffered some kind of emotional trauma, and it left her with a heart demon?" Ye Xuan couldn’t help speculating.

But after only a brief moment, Ye Xuan snapped back to his senses.

That was not something he should be worrying about.

Right now, the only thing he had to do was figure out a way to cure Qin Lan; otherwise, he’d be leaving his head behind at the Xiahou Family today!

"I must’ve had a brain spasm, actually agreeing to this kind of bet with Xiahou Zhenkong." Ye Xuan slapped his forehead, silently cursing himself for overreaching this time.

Knowing now how severely Qin Lan was injured, he should’ve just played the coward and kept his mouth shut, letting Xiahou Zhenshan deliver his head instead!

But the bet was already made; regret was useless.

Ye Xuan performed a few more examinations on Qin Lan, then started preparing for treatment.

He took out several medicine bottles from a backpack he’d brought with him. If Xiahou Yudie were present, she’d definitely recognize that the Elixir Pills inside those bottles were all refined by Ye Xuan back in the East Sea from medicinal herbs he’d made her buy from far, far away every single day.

These were all Miracle Medicines used for treating internal injuries.

Originally, Ye Xuan had thought this level of preparation was more than enough; but looking at it now, it clearly still wasn’t sufficient to guarantee that Qin Lan would recover safely.

"Count yourself lucky, you old granny."

With a sigh, Ye Xuan gritted his teeth and took out one of the only two Life and Death Pills he had left.

Precious as the Life and Death Pills were, Qin Lan could at least be considered an old acquaintance, and this matter was also tied directly to his own head on the chopping block... Ye Xuan figured he needed to be generous for once.

Once everything was ready, Ye Xuan ran through the checklist again.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he finally began, removing from the seemingly youthful and beautiful old demon hag lying unconscious on the bed all items on her body that might interfere with his acupuncture later.

Not long after.

In that quiet, empty bedroom, there appeared a sight more dazzling than the lights themselves, so blinding that Ye Xuan’s titanium dog eyes sparked fire, his mood flaring up like someone had lit a match.

"If the heart is clear as ice, not even the heavens collapsing will cause fear... Ye Xuan, don’t forget—this woman is old enough to be your grandma’s grandma’s grandma’s grandma!"

Ye Xuan shut his eyes, silently reciting the Ice Heart Technique over and over, until his restless heart slowly cooled down.

He opened his eyes again.

And his heart went haywire all over.

Holy crap...

With looks like this, with skin like this—it’s really hard to accept that she’s already a hundred and eighty‑six‑year‑old old demon hag!

A long, long time passed.

Ye Xuan finally managed to fully steady his emotions—at the very least, his hand no longer trembled when holding the needles.

Dozens upon dozens of silver needles were thoroughly disinfected.

Ye Xuan took a deep breath, reached into one of the medicine bottles, took out an Elixir Pill, and stuffed it into Qin Lan’s delicate, pretty little mouth, then secretly circulated his Qigong and forcibly drove the pill down into her stomach.

Next, Ye Xuan picked up the silver needles, his gaze sharpening.

"Taiyin Divine Needle, First Form—Fire Burning Mountain!"

The thin silver needles rapidly turned fiery red, as if engulfed in blazing flames. When that crimson hue grew intense to the extreme, Ye Xuan struck without hesitation, calmly and steadily piercing one of the death acupoints near Qin Lan’s heart.

As that needle went in, the unconscious Qin Lan seemed to have some internal mechanism triggered; her delicate brows knit slightly, and she let out a low, muffled groan.

Hearing that, Ye Xuan’s mouth twisted.

"I—I am a Saint, I am a gentleman!"

Ye Xuan howled inwardly, then grabbed another Elixir Pill and, using the same method, sent it into Qin Lan’s body.

Immediately after.

Taiyin Divine Needle, Second Form...