After absorbing all the poison into the bottle, the healer tapped it with a finger, sealing the medicine bottle with a layer of spiritual light and placing it on the nearby table.
The poisonous blood, now in the shape of a flood dragon, still brimmed with vitality, ceaselessly ramming into the small bottle in an attempt to escape—it was clear at a glance just how fearsome and troublesome it was.
This kind of poison, capable of transforming into a flood dragon, was something Mu Yanxin had heard of in his previous life; it was called the ink blood poison dragon.
Though named poison dragon, it was neither of the dragon clan nor a demonic beast. Rather, it was a kind of highly intelligent venom that would actively attack cultivators, converting all their essence blood into deadly poison.
Moreover, once tainted, there was no cure. At least in Mu Yanxin’s past life, he had never heard of anyone surviving the ink blood poison dragon; it was listed among the twenty-four deadly poisons.
Yet who would have thought that, in this world, any random healer could treat it with ease?
After extracting the poison, the healer skillfully applied some ointment to the wound, then deftly used the rejuvenation technique to heal it.
The whole process was smooth as flowing water. The woman’s complexion quickly recovered, and the dark blue-black hue on her skin completely disappeared. The troublesome venom was cured with such ease.
“Xin’er, what are you thinking about?” his mother asked, noticing Mu Yanxin had been lost in thought. She was a bit worried her son might be upset over the earlier dispute.
“Nothing much, I’m just using my spiritual sense to watch those healers treat people. Their medical skills are truly impressive, I can’t help but admire them.” Mu Yanxin spoke honestly.
Not only cases of qi deviation and poisoning, but he also saw several complicated illnesses being swiftly cured by the healers. No wonder Yangxin Hall was so confident, daring to let all watch the treatment process openly.
“That’s nothing special. The hospitals run by other sects can mostly do the same. What’s truly remarkable is Yangxin Hall’s highest tier medical insurance—it can save your life even from ten thousand miles away, practically a death exemption token.” his father sighed.
At that moment, Mu Yanxin also noticed a sudden flash of light in one of the medical rooms. He recognized this light—it was the radiance of a teleportation array.
A cultivator, half of his body charred, was suddenly transported onto the sickbed. He exuded a familiar, destructive aura, but it seemed the ward was isolating it, so Mu Yanxin couldn’t sense it clearly for the moment.
A magical device overhead instantly emitted a green light that enveloped the patient’s body. At the same time, a nozzle sprayed a spiritual medicine solution onto the scorched wounds.
The charred skin immediately began to heal, but then streaks of purple thunder and fire erupted from the wounds, tearing the body anew.
“Heavenly tribulation!” Mu Yanxin was so shocked he almost instinctively retreated two steps.
The heavenly tribulation faced by high-level cultivators during advancement was a calamity that filled everyone with dread.
Yet this person had actually been teleported into the hospital right in the middle of facing his tribulation—and judging by the looks of it, he was only a hair’s breadth from failure.
But his tribulation was not yet over. The destructive aura still shrouding him was precisely the aura of someone undergoing heavenly tribulation.
While the tribulation lasted, no other cultivator could interfere, or even approach, lest they be drawn in and cause the power of the tribulation to multiply exponentially.
In such a situation, wasn’t teleporting him into a hospital putting everyone in danger? The place was packed with people, and they were all cultivators. If all were caught up in the heavenly tribulation, the consequences would be unimaginable.
In Mu Yanxin’s previous life, there had been sects that used this very suicide tactic to attack enemy sects—sending high-level cultivators whose lifespans were nearly exhausted, or sect martyrs, to the enemy, unleashing the tribulation aura to trigger a heavenly tribulation.
If the tribulation-triggering cultivator wasn’t immediately killed, or the sect’s grand formation activated to isolate the aura, a tribulation that spread to a dozen people would become unstoppable.
At that point, fleeing was the only option; those caught would be obliterated in body and soul by the strengthened tribulation.
Now, it was already too late to run. There were simply too many cultivators here, at least several thousand; even if only a few dozen were at the threshold for advancement, the resulting heavenly tribulation’s power and scope would be beyond imagination.
But Mu Yanxin was astonished to find that no one around him was panicking. On the contrary, quite a few people were observing the tribulation-wounded cultivator in the ward with great interest, even discussing the incident.
“Tut tut, so unlucky. How are there still cultivators these days who can’t pass their heavenly tribulation?” “Probably too poor to afford a tribulation formation or tribulation treasure.”
“If he was teleported here for emergency care, he must at least have VIP insurance. Would someone like that be poor? More likely he was overconfident and didn’t prepare, and the tribulation descended suddenly.”
Who would have thought these cultivators would be critiquing the man instead—weren’t they afraid of death?
Yet, the tribulation Mu Yanxin had expected never broke out, and none of the surrounding cultivators showed the aura that would trigger a chain reaction.
The tribulation aura was completely sealed within the ward, not leaking out at all. The cultivator’s heavenly tribulation had not spread, let alone triggered a chain reaction involving others.
Several healers donned full-body white isolation suits and rushed into the ward. The tribulation aura didn’t affect them at all, and they immediately began the treatment.
They first took out a set of silver needles, inserting them into the cultivator’s various acupoints. The lingering purple thunder and fire of the tribulation was guided out along the needles.
Normally, if one was haunted by heavenly tribulation without some celestial-grade medicine, it would take a hundred years of painstaking cultivation to slowly wear down the heavenly thunder and fire.
Such injuries were nearly impossible to treat. Who would have thought these healers could so easily resolve it?
Next, they produced several strange metal syringes filled with green and purple medicinal liquids, injected them directly into the tribulation survivor, and quickly administered the contents.
Mu Yanxin watched this with his heart in his throat—was this really treatment? So spiritual medicine could be injected directly into the body? What were those peculiar syringes?
But under the healers’ emergency rescue, the destructive aura enveloping the tribulation survivor dissipated, his charred flesh and skin rapidly regenerated, and the healers even cut away completely necrotic tissue. Even his vital energy was rapidly restored.
When the healers finally lifted the devices and removed the needles and syringes, the cultivator who had been at death’s door moments ago was already awake and had climbed up, looking full of vigor, as if he could undergo the tribulation all over again.
“With VIP insurance, his life was saved. But a single round of treatment like that must’ve cost a fortune, right?”
“Still better than dying in the tribulation, don’t you think? Only VIP medical insurance can snatch someone back from a tribulation site. As long as you’re not dead on the spot, they can rescue you.”
“Envy! Too bad VIP insurance is so expensive. I’ve heard there’s an even higher supreme tier. If I had that, I wouldn’t be afraid to brave any secret realm.”
This scene left Mu Yanxin dumbfounded. In his previous life, the Heavenly Tribulation, which cultivators dreaded as an unavoidable calamity, could actually be interrupted.
Someone in the midst of tribulation could be forcefully teleported to a hospital, the ward could isolate the tribulation aura, and the deadly heavenly thunder and fire could be guided out with ease.
The methods of Yangxin Hospital were truly inconceivable!