Chapter 238 - - 236 Who are you living for_1

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Li Anjiang, Yao Liang, and others are in seclusion.

No.

Actually.

Aside from the disciples who must care for the herbs and look after the patients, most people in the Medical Immortal Valley are secluding themselves, showing an unprecedented level of diligence.

Duge proved the reality of the flourishing path of medicine with his efficiency. With Divinity Transformation achieved before him, and Void Refinement to follow, all one needed to do was break through the realm to instantly reach the peak of their current stage.

Is there any cultivation method more relaxed and pleasurable than this?

If one does not strive now, when would one?

Li Anjiang also explained to the other elders about the terrifying nature of those in the chaotic times, using the incredibly hard brick as proof, which in turn spurred a strong sense of crisis among the elders.

Strength.

Only greater strength can help our junior brother Duge.

Doctor’s Benevolence: People who have been helped by Duge hold goodwill towards him.

To have complete command with a single call: After being conquered by your personal charm, there’s a high chance they will answer your call;

The two skills echoed each other, and the Medical Immortal Valley was united as one, forming a solid defense.

Every person was struggling for a higher quality of life, a brighter future, including the patients who owed Duge a favor.

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In a secluded cave dwelling, Duge was studying medical texts while interrogating Dan Cong alone.

After learning from Chen Da the precise manipulation of Spiritual Power, he transformed the uncontrollable technique of Plucking Feathers in Passing into a controlled skill.

For someone in the Void Refinement Realm, using Spiritual Energy was indeed as simple as eating and drinking. With Spiritual Power as a barrier, performing surgeries was much more convenient, preventing the inadvertent removal of someone else’s organs.

Heaven knows.

When he operated on Chen Da and removed his organs, it was truly unintentional, but fortunately, the outcome was good, managing to melt down a stubborn person.

However, Chen Da’s case opened new avenues for Duge.

He decided that in the future, when he encountered anyone who did not understand the teachings of the Spirit Power Mutual Aid Alliance, he would use this method to enlighten them.

First, it would improve the Doctor’s Benevolence, enhancing the patient’s goodwill towards him; second, it would quickly help the other party integrate into the community.

After observing several surgeries and personally operating on a few, Duge found that performing surgery in this world was indeed not difficult. Spiritual Power could be used to stop bleeding, precision in manipulation could aid in recovery and circulation…

The most crucial part was that patients with high realms possessed vigorous life force. Even if something went wrong, reattaching the removed limb was not difficult.

As long as one was proficient in the structure of the body and the principles of medical practice.

Limb reattachment was, for him, a piece of cake.

Of course, that was true for Duge because the organs removed with Plucking Feathers in Passing were almost intact and had a very high compatibility, making them easy to reattach.

But for other types of trauma, like being cut by a sword or forcefully torn off, reattaching them would be much more challenging.

Otherwise.

The disciples of the Medical Immortal Sect would not have been so ecstatic after seeing the limbs torn off by Duge.

All in all.

Duge is now devoting a large portion of his energy to studying medicine. He wanted to break free from the constraints of the Medical Immortal Sect and establish his practice anywhere; always returning to the Medical Immortal Sect was too time-consuming.

“What’s your keyword?” Duge asked, comparing a medical text as he examined Dan Cong’s body.

Another of Dan Cong’s legs had been removed by Duge and was placed in a box full of ice cubes on the side.

Occasionally a disciple from the Medical Immortal Sect would supplement the limb with Spiritual Energy to keep it alive and prevent necrosis.

What was left of Dan Cong, like a piece of art, laid on the sickbed, so isolated that he couldn’t even achieve suicide. Thankfully, Alien Warrior wounds healed very fast, and he hardly felt any pain.

“Reattach my limbs, and I will tell you.” Men are the knives and I the meat, Dan Cong was calm throughout, “Wang Chong, you kept me alive merely to use me. But by removing my limbs, you show no sincerity. You may as well kill me and take some attributes…”

“Do you want to die?” Duge asked, looking up.

“Of course not,” Dan Cong said, “but if I am imprisoned by you for decades and then killed, I would rather just die now, it would be easier.”

“Where’s your home planet?” Duge asked, “You can at least tell me that!”

“…” Dan Cong gave Duge a scornful look, “Just kill me. You won’t get any information out of me, trick my companions; it’s not going to happen. Behind me are billions of beings waiting for resources to save them, I won’t betray anyone.”

“Dan Cong, have you ever thought about distributing resources equally?” Duge asked with a smile, changing the subject, “After all, the top ten can get resources, and even if you managed to hold onto the seventh place until the end, the resources you gather would be enough to allow the people of your planet to survive for a year!”

“With this ghostly state I’m in now, do you think I can hold onto the seventh place until the end?” Dan Cong sneered.

“You can with my help,” Duge said.

He had studied the poetry published by Dan Cong, and none of it overlapped with the poetry from Qiyuan Star, leading him to conclude that Dan Cong was not from Qiyuan Star.

As for learning poetry from replayed videos, which can span decades, Duge believed no one would patiently learn from them sincerely.

Because they have to be prepared for all kinds of situations, candidates in the simulation exams have to learn too much, merely touching the surface of most knowledge with few becoming experts. They tend to focus their effort on understanding keywords and acting.

“Help? You’re so ostentatious, you may not even survive till the end, yet you talk about helping, what a hellish joke…” Dan Cong rolled his eyes and continued to sneer, “If you were truly confident you’d survive to the end, you’d have killed me already to take my attributes, why bother talking nonsense with me?”

“Everyone has to fight for every chance they can get!” Duge smiled, gestured with his hand, and a leg flew out of a box. He stood up and came over to Dan Cong, “Let me start by reconnecting your leg!”

Dan Cong was stunned.

In that moment of hesitation,

Duge quickly opened the already healed skin, swiftly attaching the leg.

Like poetry and business, once it’s published, it keeps spreading.

Dan Cong’s attributes were actually growing continuously, which accelerated the healing speed of his wounds.

The moment the leg was attached, the wound healed rapidly, and that leg, which had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, also quickly regained its color.

“Indeed, performing surgery on alien warriors is smoother!” Duge looked at his handiwork, shook his head, and appeared quite pleased with himself.

The instant he finished connecting Dan Cong’s leg, the Doctor’s Benevolence kicked in, causing a subtle change in the latter’s expression when he looked at Duge.

Still, he retorted, “Unless you attach all my limbs, I won’t cooperate with you.”

Duge chuckled, reached out, and summoned over another one of his legs, quickly attaching it as well: “Move around a bit, try out my handiwork, how is it?”

Dan Cong tried lifting his leg; it moved freely. He pursed his lips, “What about my arms?”

“What’s your keyword?” Duge paused, smiling as he looked at him.

“Attach my arms first. You have a higher combat power than me, I can’t run away, but a complete me can cooperate with you…” Rediscovering what he had lost, Dan Cong was particularly excited and saw hope.

But he wasn’t satisfied with having just two legs. With a complete self, he would have a chance to escape from the Medical Immortal Sect.

His!

Another wave of pain.

Dan Cong stared in disbelief as his eyes widened, seeing his leg being removed again: “What are you doing?”

“Practicing the technique by doing it a few more times,” Duge said. “I’ll inevitably have to perform surgeries on others in the future. It’s better to practice with you, whose wounds heal fast, than with those natives. Of course, I might capture more alien warriors and need to attach their limbs too. You know, everyone heals too quickly. For example, if I remove your liver, I must put it back before your abdomen heals, not to mention reopening the blood vessels and connecting the nerves. The technique is quite intricate…”

“You never intended to cooperate with me,” Dan Cong said angrily. Removing a thigh is just a momentary pain; such pain is nothing to an alien warrior.

Before entering the alien battlefield, who hasn’t died a few times? The point is Duge’s behavior was utterly humiliating.

“Old Dan, I am truly intending to cooperate with you.” Duge manipulated the scalpel, reattaching the thigh,

Then, he indeed opened his abdomen and started practicing visceral reconnection techniques.

At this moment, Dan Cong became his living anatomy teacher.

As Duge focused on practicing surgery on Dan Cong, he held a conversation, “I’m different from the others, I want to change some things.”

“Change what?” Dan Cong watched as Duge took out his liver and then his stomach; the corners of his eyes kept twitching.

He knew his organs would be put back and wounds would heal.

But he couldn’t help feeling the creeps. His face kept twitching; the scene was too bizarre, so he had to close his eyes, forcing himself not to watch that horrifying sight.

“Change the destiny of being manipulated by Pan-Universe Entertainment, strive to let more people survive,” Duge said. “In total, ten planets participate in the alien battlefield. If each planet can secure a top ten spot, then everyone can survive. Some will just live a worse life, and others will live a better one. That’s far better than having the resources concentrated on one planet, starving masses on the others…”

“Naïve.” Dan Cong snorted with a sneer, “No one will believe you.”

“Naïve or not, stupid or not, someone always has to do it,” Duge sighed. He quickly relocated all his viscera, and observing his healing body, he said, “How can we know without trying! Dan Cong, you’re no more than twenty, aren’t you? You’ve only lived on the alien battlefield for two months, do you really want to die?”

Dan Cong fell silent.

“Try cooperating with me! I’ll teach you some cultivation methods. If you feel I betray you at any point, you can use spiritual power to commit suicide and end our deal anytime.”

Duge looked at Dan Cong and smiled, “Your meridians will be filled with a huge amount of spiritual power by me. Considering the talent of alien warriors, you’ll progress fast in your cultivation. The stronger you are, the more likely you’ll control your fate, won’t you? If you die, then you truly have nothing.”

You ending our deal means killing me, and me ending it means suicide?

So, you get to have all the advantages, huh!

Dan Cong grumbled inwardly, aware that he did not control his own destiny, and huffed, “You are willing to teach me cultivation?”

“Of course, I can even help make a name for you,” Duge said. “You rely on spreading poetry to grow stronger, right? You write the poetry, and I’ll find people to publish it. How’s that for sincerity?”

Dan Cong looked at Duge, weighing the pros and cons.

“What do you want, gourmet food, beautiful women? I can arrange it all,” Duge said with a smile. “Dan Cong, you can’t always be fighting for others; sometimes, you have to live for yourself too… "

Live for myself?

Turned into this ghostly state now, do I even have a chance to live for myself!

Dan Cong muttered under his breath, with a trace of a bitter smile crossing his lips, this damned alien battlefield…

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