Chapter 68: Poisoning

  As for another magic "Tianyan Shu", Han Li had very high expectations for it after seeing the extraordinaryness of "Huodan Shu".

  It wasn't until Han Li actually used the technique that he realized it was just a minor trick of applying spiritual energy to his eyes, and there was no difficulty to speak of; it was very easy to master.

  But its effect is also commensurate with its difficulty, and it is only a kind of auxiliary magic used to observe whether there is mana in the human body and how deep the mana is.

  Han Li was initially excited about it, and he repeatedly used the "Tianyan Shu" on his eyes. Then, with the spell-cast eyes, he observed the condition of his body. As a result, he saw a faint layer of white light enveloping him, and the closer to the Dan Tian, the thicker the white light became.

  It seems that this is what they call spiritual power. Han Li saw it and couldn't help but reach out to touch the white light, but he didn't feel anything. It seems that spiritual power is like true energy, both are intangible and invisible, and can only be observed under the "Tianyan Technique".

  However, after using it several times in a row, Han Li completely lost interest in it.

  In the entire Seventh Xuan Gate, he is the only one who can be considered half a cultivator. Who would he use "Tianyan Shu" to look at? Can't just stare at himself all day!

  So, Han Li continued to intensify his practice of "Fireball Technique", hoping to be able to skillfully apply it in actual combat. At the same time, he shifted his interest to several other magical techniques that he had not yet mastered, starting to repeatedly practice and experiment with them bit by bit, hoping to make another breakthrough for himself.

  Thinking of the difficulties of other cultivation methods, Han Li, who had slightly recovered his physical strength, couldn't help but let out another sigh. He found that since he started practicing magic, he sighed more often than before.

  "Dong——Dong——"

  A deep and muffled bell sound came from outside the valley.

  Han Li furrowed his brow, recently for some reason, it seemed that the number of people coming to seek medical treatment had suddenly increased, and most of them were cases of severed limbs and sword wounds.

  He didn't dare to be slow, knowing that saving people is like fighting a fire, he grabbed the medical package he had prepared in advance and rushed out of the house, heading straight for the valley entrance.

  At the exit of the forest outside Zao Guai, Han Li saw a high-ranking disciple wearing brocade clothes pacing back and forth under the big bell, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

  As soon as he saw Han Li, he was overjoyed and hastily rushed up to him.

  "Doctor Han, you've finally arrived. My master has been poisoned and is on the verge of death. Please hurry over to take a look and see if you can find an antidote for this poison."

  As the person approached, Han Li only discovered that this person was somewhat familiar. He had seen him a few times and was the proud disciple of Li Changlao, who ranked fifth in the sect's hierarchy, Ma Rong. He had followed his master Li Changlao to Shengshou Valley to meet Han Li several times, so he could be considered as half an acquaintance.

  "Poisoned?" Han Li followed the other person hastily onto the road, secretly calling him "unlucky", and asked for details. He himself still had poison on his body that hadn't been cured yet.

  "Yes, my master was on a trip down the mountain when he got into a fight with a skilled member of the Wild Wolf Gang. He accidentally took a hit from an 'An Qing Zi' (a type of poisonous dart), and at first didn't think much of it, even managing to kill his opponent. But as soon as he returned to the mountain, the poison took effect and he fell into a coma."

  "Have you gone to see other doctors?"

  "Of course, I've looked for it. If it were an ordinary poisoning case, I wouldn't have come to bother Dr. Han either. Those incompetent doctors only knew that my master was poisoned by a rare toxin, but they didn't know anything else and didn't even dare to give me a prescription." Ma Rong said this with a look of disdain on his face, apparently very dissatisfied with the other doctors.

  Han Li listened and his expression didn't change, he just hummed in agreement and continued on the road with the other person, but in his heart, he started to have some misgivings.

  To be honest, he is not good at detoxification. If it's about treating internal and external injuries, he relies on a few good medicines and has some confidence. But if you let him detoxify some rare and potent poison, he will be at a loss.

  Although he also has a sacred medicine "Qingling San" that can cure all poisons, there are countless poisonous things in the world, who knows whether "Qingling San" is effective for this symptom? Can it eliminate this poison? Moreover, other doctors on the mountain are not useless people who eat dry rice. They have some unique skills to treat injuries and detoxify common symptoms in the Jianghu. Otherwise, they would have been driven out of the mountain by several big figures in the door. They cherish their lives very much and will not keep a group of useless people.

  Now they don't even dare to prescribe a prescription, which shows that this poison is really tricky and not an ordinary thing. I can only see the move and respond accordingly. Even if I couldn't save him, it wouldn't ruin my reputation, after all, there's no divine doctor who can cure all diseases and treat every illness, so it won't have a big impact on my status in the medical field.

  Just as Han Li was carefully thinking of a countermeasure, Ma Rong almost dragged him along, half-running and tightly pulling his sleeve, rushing towards Li Changsheng's residence.

  Looking at his energetic appearance, Han Li knew that their master-disciple relationship was indeed very deep.

  Han Li felt a bit downhearted, thinking about the relationship between him and Mo Daifu, which was nominally that of master and disciple but actually that of rivals. If they could get along as harmoniously as Ma Ren and his disciples, it would be great.

  In his heart of hearts, he had always held some respect for Mo Dafu, after all, his not weak medical skills and Changchun Gong were both passed down from the other.

  Unfortunately, fate played a trick on them, and heaven destined that the two could not coexist in this world. Instead, they had a fierce battle, and Mo Daifu unexpectedly died at his own hands.

  Han Li was still sighing emotionally when Ma Rong had already led him to the residence of Old Man Li.