Chapter 17

"Hey, hey, hey... not now."

Feng Yin hurriedly patted the little thing's head and tried to pull it away.

But the little guy held on tightly, refusing to let go, stretching out as he was pulled...

It was only with a 'squeak' that he was finally pulled away.

The little guy made a whimpering sound, looking at him with a hurt expression, his little tongue sticking out, licking his upper and lower lips, looking incredibly eager.

You're lying, there was something, how can it be gone?

"Ancestor..."

Feng Yin quickly mixed some porridge again, this time without the Bone Washing Pill.

We have to try if plain food can sustain it, we're not a wealthy family.

Then he saw the little thing take a bite, spit it out directly, its beautiful big eyes widening even more, staring at Feng Yin with a hurt look.

This time, something is missing... how come?

"..."

Feng Yin was speechless. You can tell such a subtle difference, and that's the Bone Washing Pill. If you need it for every meal, where am I supposed to get so many Bone Washing Pills for you? Do you want me to go bankrupt?

You know, you need to eat seven or eight times a day...

But facing those beautiful eyes, Feng Yin quickly gave in, his face turning grim as he crushed a Spirit Force Pill and mixed it in.

Sure enough, this time the little guy ate with great relish, slurping and devouring it all.

"So, it's not that you only eat porridge with Bone Washing Pills, but you eat anything... as long as it's good, at least with a Spirit Force Pill..."

Feng Yin lay limply in the chair, his eyes lifeless: "Where is your mother? Hurry up and let her take you away... I can't afford it, I really can't. What kind of family conditions, seven or eight pills a day... this is forcing me to kill people, isn't it?"

"Ih-uh~"

The little thing rubbed its furry head against Feng Yin's hand, showing affection.

It licked its front paws for a while, then licked Feng Yin's hand, making it tickle.

Its tiny tail, the most flexible part, swept back and forth on Feng Yin's hand.

Feng Yin couldn't help but soften, holding the little thing in his hands, only exposing its little head and big eyes, and said helplessly: "Who made me such a compassionate killer... well, I guess I'll have to keep you."

The little thing looked at him with innocent eyes, calling softly: "Ih-uh, ih-uh..."

The sound was faint, almost inaudible, full of childishness, but it made Feng Yin feel a deep emotional resonance.

It raised a soft little paw, grabbed and shook it, placing it on Feng Yin's hand, pressing it tentatively, then looked up, saying in a baby voice: "Ih-uh..."

"Hehe... don't worry, I won't throw you away."

The little thing called even more excitedly: "Ih-uh, ih-uh..."

"Alright, I mean it."

"Ih-uh, ih-uh..." The little thing kept calling.

"Happy? Haha... Oh my god!"

Pfft.

Feng Yin's hand was suddenly full of poop, his face twisting in an instant.

"It stinks..."

The little thing looked at him with hurt eyes, I reminded you so many times... you ignored it, and now you can't blame anyone else.

After cleaning for a long time, Feng Yin was exhausted.

"So, when the little guy calls urgently, it means he wants to poop... well, I'm inexperienced, a poop scooper needs practice."

Feng Yin was extremely regretful, this could have been avoided.

...

As the sky brightened, the small town suddenly became noisy; the morning breeze blew, and the sound of rustling leaves followed.

The loud horn sounds echoed from all directions.

That was the Qin army that had been stationed here since yesterday.

It seemed they had gathered today and were about to take action.

Soon, the heavy footsteps from all directions sounded, with a terrifying presence.

Numerous martial heroes stepped out of their doors, watching the stern army pass by, their faces expressionless.

A figure in blue appeared.

Wu Tiejun appeared at the street corner, walking quickly towards Feng Yin's shop, his face showing urgency.

Behind him was a man in blue, with a gaunt face. However, the cuffs and collar of his sleeves were adorned with golden threads, and in the middle was a golden sword.

He walked with a composed gait.

Feng Yin put the little thing on the bed and went to open the door.

The little thing clearly didn't want to sleep anymore, having had enough rest, it started to struggle, its four short legs moving vigorously.

Tumble, fall, get up, tumble...

Though just born, the little thing kept trying to get up, fall, and get up again...

After several attempts, it managed to move forward a little bit.

Though it was just a small distance, it was enough to make the little thing feel genuinely amazed, "Ah... I moved a little bit?"

It felt like opening a new world, and it became even more determined.

The first goal was the big pillow.

"Ih-uh, ih-uh..."

The little thing kept struggling, probably until it was too tired to continue...

Soon, the bedsheet looked like it had been through a fierce battle.

...

The moment Feng Yin pushed the door open, Wu Tiejun and the other man in blue were just arriving at the door of the Conscience Medical Hall, about to knock.

"Mr. Feng, you're so punctual?" Wu Tiejun was surprised, this was too coincidental, right?

"Just a coincidence, isn't it time to open the door?" Feng Yin smiled warmly.

Of course, he wouldn't say he saw them through the door crack.

Wu Tiejun looked at Feng Yin with some suspicion, feeling that the young doctor's aura had changed a lot in just one day.

Yesterday, the kid was still a bit nervous when he came over.

But today, he seemed much more confident, and gave a sense of trust as a 'miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life.'

What's going on?

The man in blue beside Wu Tiejun, with deep-set eyes, looked at Feng Yin with a meaningful gaze, sharp and scrutinizing.

Feng Yin felt a chill, as if he was being seen through from head to toe.

A unique aura of a superior person enveloped him.

He was immediately on alert, this old man must have a significant status.

A big shot.

He took a deep breath and said, "Captain Wu, you came so early, are you about to set off?"

Wu Tiejun nodded and smiled, standing straight as a pine, his clothes not showing a single wrinkle.

Even the belt around his waist was neatly folded.

He said in a deep voice, "One reason is that we are about to set off. This incident came suddenly, but the location is nearby. I estimate that by tomorrow or the day after, there will be injured people sent here... including both martial heroes and military personnel."

Feng Yin frowned, "If there are too many, I might not be able to handle it."

"It won't be too many."

Wu Tiejun said, "But those who are sent here will be in critical condition, even worse... please do your best to help... even if you don't have time to treat their injuries, please do your best to keep them alive."

Feng Yin nodded, "I will do my best. But I must say, human effort has its limits. Medicine can't cure the incurable. For those who are bound to die, I can't do anything. Even if I don't want to belittle myself, bringing the dead back to life is beyond my capabilities."

Wu Tiejun's spirit lifted, "Life and death are predestined, we understand that."

The man in blue beside him said calmly, "You're quite confident, aren't you? Does this mean that as long as it's not a fatal injury, you can turn things around?"

Feng Yin smiled, "Old sir, you're joking. I didn't mean that. I can only promise to do my best. The rest depends on fate."

"Oh? Fate?"

"Both of you are military men, accustomed to life and death. You should understand that injuries can vary from person to person. The same injury can have different reactions in different people. For example, an injury that is not fatal for one person might be fatal for another due to differences in constitution. This is the variability of injuries."

"Then there's the variability of the mind. For example, if someone's abdomen is torn open and their intestines are exposed, this injury isn't necessarily fatal, but if the person has a weak will and believes they can't survive, they will give up on the will to live, and it will be impossible to save them."

"So, I can only say I will do my best."

"That makes sense."

The old man pondered for a moment, "But what is this 'subconscious'? Does it mean believing one can't survive?"

"You could say that."

Feng Yin said, "Some people with terminal illnesses remain optimistic, while others become overly suspicious of minor illnesses. This is a manifestation of the subconscious. The former often have a strong will to live and can fight for their lives to the fullest, while the latter's will to live withers away, shortening their lifespan."

"I see. Mr. Feng is indeed a wise man, your words are profound and enlightening."

The man in blue seemed to be deep in thought, his expression becoming more serious, no longer condescending.

Clearly, he was starting to believe that Feng Yin was a truly capable person.

However, complete trust was still impossible, as he hadn't seen Feng Yin's medical skills firsthand. Just hearing the increasingly exaggerated stories from the martial heroes wasn't enough to convince him. He thought those stories sounded like a con artist's tricks.

Wu Tiejun might be easy to fool, but not him.

Wu Tiejun looked at the old man's face, seeing his expression soften, and then turned to Feng Yin, "The second thing is... this is my... an elder, who has suffered from internal injuries for many years. This time, entering the secret realm, the old man is leading the way, but his injuries have not healed for over thirty years... can you take a look? Even if it's just a temporary relief, it would be good."

Feng Yin nodded and said solemnly, "Old sir, please extend your hand so I can take your pulse."

Feng Yin was now completely unafraid.

He could see and feel the old man's suspicion and scrutiny.

The old man was deliberately trying to pressure him, wanting to 'expose this fraud.'

But... hehe, yesterday I might have been afraid, but today, hehe, I am a true miracle doctor now.

Want to expose me? Even a god can't do it!

Watch me shock you!

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[The kitten drinking milk thing, cough, when my son was little, sometimes he was hungry, and my wife was at work, he wouldn't drink from a bottle, so I put a little on myself and held him to suck... I have to say, the feeling, tsk tsk, a bit nostalgic. Hehe... I'll delete this part tomorrow. Just leave a parenthesis. You can leave comments, making future readers endlessly curious about what was in the parenthesis, and then tell them this is the downside of not following the story! This is the benefit you miss out on if you don't follow the story! Hehe.]