The Life-and-Death Divine Doctor generously shared his medical skills with the wounded.
As he had boldly claimed, as long as there was a spark of life, no wound he could not heal or life he could not save.
Hundreds of gold and silver needles moved on their own, breathing vitality into the injured’s acupuncture points, while for those with severe internal injuries, he administered pills no bigger than a fingernail.
The pale faces of the wounded quickly grew calm, and their agonized groans lessened.
Because of this, many managed to pass the critical moments, but if that was all, this old man would never have been called a Divine Doctor.
“Find those whose limbs were severed and bring them here,” he commanded.
The Life-and-Death Divine Doctor was a being who had reached the realm of immortals through his medical skills and was revered as one of the Ten Supreme Masters.
Even the peerless masters admired his actions—his senses far surpassing ordinary people’s, his ability to manipulate objects in the void, the sharp sword qi condensed on his surgical blades, and his simultaneous use of the Samadhi Flame to perform surgeries that reattached severed limbs.
“I thought I’d live life with one arm all my days…”
“I won’t ever forget the grace of being saved!”