Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Surgery is the study of the occurrence, development, and clinical manifestations of surgical diseases, as well as their diagnosis, prevention, and treatment. It is a specialized field that primarily uses surgical removal and repair as its main treatment methods.

The above is from a certain Baidu encyclopedia.

If one wants to get to know a young lady, one must start by finding topics related to her interests to make it easier to develop a story.

Clearly, Ling Yi, in his past life, was a thoughtful person.

Unfortunately, if not for a nursing student's determination to pursue a Master's Degree in Traditional Chinese Medicine, and coincidentally meeting another student in general surgery, Ling Yi's knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and general surgery could have been even more profound.

Of course, what is lost in one place is gained in another. If not for this, he would not have met the young lady from another city who was an art student and the young lady who was a chef...

But I digress.

In the early years of the new millennium, over two thousand years ago, the venerable Hua Yuanhua could perform open abdominal surgeries.

At that time, there were no operating lights, air purification systems, or other conditions to ensure a sterile environment.

Similarly, in the Jinxiang martial arts novel *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, the 'famous doctor who kills' Ping Yizhi performed a thoracotomy in a shabby little house to treat one of the 'Six Immortals of Peach Valley,' who had been pierced through the chest by a sword. What was even more miraculous was that after applying several external and internal medicines, he could quickly revive a severely injured patient who had just undergone surgery and make them sit up by themselves.

The magical Internal Energy system!

And while Ling Yi did not possess such profound and extensive medical knowledge or any miraculous prescriptions, he had equally magical Martial Souls and Soul Techniques.

As for Internal Energy, according to the original story, it was essentially the same as Spiritual Power.

...

Starting in early May, Ling Yi embarked on a grand medical journey to save lives and heal the wounded.

The Waterwood Principality, stretching north from Coldwind City, through Wood Plant City, to Bilu City in the south.

To the east and west, there were coastal camps near the sea and the far mountain camps near the Tian Dou Empire's territory.

With these five key locations of the principality as a base, the entire principality spanned over 1,100 miles east to west and about 1,000 miles north to south.

In the year 2606 of the Douluo calendar, early November.

At the western border of the Waterwood Principality, thirty miles southwest of the Far Mountain Camp, outside the Howling Wind Canyon.

At noon, a group of seven or eight people rushed out of the canyon, heading straight for a wooden house about 200 meters away.

"Mr. Ling! Mr. Ling—!"

Before they even reached the house, the person at the front was already shouting as he ran.

Before this person could continue, a robust figure darted out of the wooden house, holding a two-meter-long black iron rod, and shouted, "Brother Yi is saving someone, be quiet—!"

Two yellow halos circled his feet, and his gaze was sharp. Under this aura, the ordinary features of this robust figure appeared quite charming.

It was Zhang Mufeng.

After his fourteenth birthday, Zhang Mufeng, now a Two-Ring Great Soul Master with twenty-two levels of Spiritual Power!

Hearing Zhang Mufeng's warning, the middle-aged man at the front instinctively slowed down, but then he looked back at his teammates and the injured person they were carrying. Biting his lip, he pleaded with Zhang Mufeng, who was holding the rod, in a low voice, "Little Brother Zhang, please inform Mr. Ling. My brother is severely injured. If it's too late, I fear he..."

Zhang Mufeng glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned his gaze to the bloodied figure being carried over.

Just one look, and Zhang Mufeng's eyebrows twitched.

It was bad, really bad!

This person was far more severely injured than the one being treated inside the house.

The man's upper body seemed to have been slashed by a sharp weapon, leaving a ghastly wound that ran from his left shoulder to his right lower abdomen. Even with the torn clothing wrapped around his body, blood still flowed steadily.

In addition, his left arm was missing from the elbow down, and his right foot was missing half of the sole. The two missing parts were held by a woman in gray leather armor.

The scene was quite shocking!

If it weren't for the many similar scenes he had witnessed over the past month since reuniting with Brother Yi, Zhang Mufeng, who was just over fourteen, might have fainted on the spot.

Furrowing his brows, Zhang Mufeng said, "Wait a moment," then nodded at Qingqiu Xin, who had just come out, and stepped into the wooden house.

A few moments later, Zhang Mufeng reappeared before the anxious team of seven, and said, "Brother Yi wants you to bring the injured person inside, but not too many of you..."

"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Ling! Thank you, Little Brother Zhang!..." they all said in unison, their voices filled with gratitude.

In the end, the middle-aged man and the woman in gray leather armor, each supporting the injured person's body and the severed limbs, followed Zhang Mufeng into the wooden house.

As soon as they entered, a refreshing scent of herbs greeted them, instantly invigorating the middle-aged man and the woman in gray leather armor, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

Because of the four skylights on the roof, the bright sunlight illuminated the entire wooden house, making everything clear and distinct to the middle-aged man, a Soul Respected, and the woman in gray leather armor, a Great Soul Master.

On the walls of the house, rows of Blue Silver Grass were rooted in protruding wooden slots, echoing the Blue Silver Grass outside, but looking even more vibrant.

The invigorating scent of the herbs came from these larger, more robust Blue Silver Grass plants.

Inside the house, Mr. Ling, whom the middle-aged man had been thinking about, stood solemnly beside a simple bed frame, busy with his work.

Without turning around, Ling Yi pointed to a green bottle on a high-legged shelf and said, "Give him the Essence Restoring Liquid first to keep him alive. I'll be done here soon—"

Then, he continued to concentrate on stitching the abdomen of the unconscious young man.

Guided by Long Yin, the middle-aged man carefully placed the severely injured person on another bed frame. He took the small green bottle from Zhang Mufeng, nodded gratefully, and silently mouthed his thanks.

Then, he uncorked the bottle, opened the injured person's mouth, and poured the greenish-brown liquid inside.

On the other side, Ling Yi, calm and composed, paid no attention to the blood and organs before him. He finally finished stitching the several sections of severed intestines and the split abdomen.

Lifting his bloodied hands, the vine-like Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul appeared. With a thought, a pale yellow-green light and a green light flew out, landing on the young man's abdomen.

Without looking at the rapidly healing wound, Ling Yi said to the young man waiting nearby, "He'll be fine. Next time, if your stomach is stabbed, try not to continue fighting violently before the weapon is removed.

With a Soul Master's physical strength and Spiritual Power, you can pull out the weapon and temporarily seal the wound with Spiritual Power.

If you do that, when you come here, I can just use my first Soul Technique, and he'll be fine, instead of having his intestines cut into nine-turn intestines—"

After speaking, in response to the young man's continuous thanks, Ling Yi waved his hand and walked over to the newly arrived severely injured person.

As he got closer, he saw that the person's breathing was weak, and the chest, which had been sliced diagonally, was almost motionless. Ling Yi's brows furrowed.

At this moment, Long Yin had already brought over a new shelf and new tools.

Using Spiritual Power and strength, Ling Yi shook off the blood on his hands, then washed them in the clear water and strong liquor brought by Zhang Mufeng and Qingqiu Xin. Using Spiritual Power and strength again, he made his hands clean and tidy.

Ling Yi then picked up a sharp, two-inch-long, one-inch-wide knife from the shelf and sliced through the injured person's clothing and bandages.

Silently, the relatively thick and sturdy outer and inner clothes were cut open.

Miraculously, the sharp knife, even as it cut through the inner clothing, did not harm the skin underneath.

As the bandages were removed, the blood that had been slowly seeping out began to flow quickly.

Fortunately, Ling Yi was prepared. Several silver needles in his hand instantly flew out, landing on various parts of the injured person's upper body.

Immediately, the blood from the terrifying wound stopped flowing.

Picking up a new, sharp knife, Ling Yi cut away the dead and deformed flesh and removed all the broken and shattered bones...

After completing this cleaning work, Ling Yi picked up a fine, hair-like needle and began to stitch together the various arteries, veins, muscles, organs, and skin of the severely injured person, each movement precise, efficient, and flawless, leaving all the witnesses in the wooden house marveling at his skill.

This was not all. After completing the massive diagonal wound across the chest and abdomen, Ling Yi picked up the severed arm and foot, using the seventh and eighth knives to clean the wounds and reattach them to their original positions.

One after another, beams of light flashed in Ling Yi's hands, controlled by him and landing on various parts of the injured person's wounds.

In Ling Yi's spiritual perception, a thin, almost gossamer-like layer of tissue appeared at each wound, connecting the separated tissues as if they had never been severed.

...

After instructing the two groups to take their people back and rest well, Ling Yi, feeling the emptiness in his Spiritual Power and the dizziness from his nearly depleted mental energy, returned to the resting room in the wooden house under the concerned gazes of Zhang Mufeng and the others. Surrounded by thousands of Blue Silver Grass plants with a slight purple hue, he instantly fell asleep.

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