Jiang Muxue said, "Yes, the doctors from our sect said the same thing, but they can't figure out the exact cause, and no one can remove the sword from the wound."
Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and said, "Let me take another look."
Ling Zhenfei carefully examined the man's wound again, using his Perspective Eye to thoroughly check the injury.
"The first thing we need to do now is to remove the sword from his chest; we'll deal with the rest later."
Jiang Muxue asked, "Are you confident?"
Ling Zhenfei looked at the man, who seemed to be in his twenties, not yet thirty, and his power was already at the Pursue Heart State.
He was indeed quite handsome. No wonder Jiang Muxue was so attentive to him. Ling Zhenfei thought to himself that he was quite handsome too, but Jiang Muxue treated them differently. Perhaps he had come too late.
Ling Zhenfei said, "This is indeed quite troublesome. Although the sword didn't directly damage any organs, it brushed against the heart, making it very problematic.
If we forcibly remove the sword, it might affect the heart, possibly leading to his death."
Jiang Muxue's face turned pale with fright as she said, "Mr. Ling, you're a Divine Doctor; you must have a way to save him, right? I'm begging you, please save my senior brother."
Seeing Jiang Muxue's concern for the man, Director Xin became somewhat angry and said, "Actually, saving him isn't impossible, but it's very troublesome and requires a lot of elixir and spiritual energy."
Jiang Muxue said, "I knew Mr. Ling would have a way; thank you so much, Mr. Ling."
Ling Zhenfei was taken aback. This girl only listened to the first half of the sentence, seemingly ignoring the part about the high cost.
Ling Zhenfei said, "I can't guarantee that I'll save him."
Jiang Muxue said, "Mr. Ling, I know saving my senior brother is really troublesome. If you save him, I will surely repay your kindness."
Ling Zhenfei asked, "How do you plan to repay me?"
Jiang Muxue was stunned. This sort of thing was usually said casually, but Ling Zhenfei's question left her dumbfounded.
Ling Zhenfei said, "Alright, I'm just teasing you. A doctor's duty is to save lives, so rest assured, I will save him."
Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, Jiang Muxue seemed to finally relax and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Ling. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing you need to do. I need quiet during the treatment, so just make sure no one disturbs me."
Jiang Muxue said, "Don't worry, absolutely no one will disturb you."
Ling Zhenfei said, "That's good, wait for me at the door."
After Jiang Muxue left, only Ling Zhenfei and the man lying on the bed remained in the small room.
Ling Zhenfei took out his belongings and placed them nearby, preparing while saying, "I don't know what makes you so special that Jiang Muxue is so anxious about you.
It's really unexpected, but you're lucky. You were destined to die, but you encountered me, or rather, Jiang Muxue found me and pleaded for help.
I'm actually going to save you, which even surprises me, but there's no choice because I have a tender heart for beautiful women. Today, let me be benevolent and rescue you."
Ling Zhenfei had already figured out the situation; the main issue was that the wood was unusual.
This wood contained a natural toxin. The first step was to remove the wooden sword and then find a way to expel the toxin.
Although it sounds simple, executing it is not. The location of the wooden sword is very delicate; a slight mishap could injure the heart.
Ling Zhenfei first gave the man several pills to prevent any accidents.
Then he used his spiritual energy to enter the man's body and wrapped the wooden sword with spiritual energy, while also using a second layer to cover his wound.
With two layers of spiritual energy, he separated the body and the wooden sword, but the sword was still perilously close to his heart.
For anyone else, this would be a difficult task, but Ling Zhenfei was different; if he were deterred, he wouldn't be a Divine Doctor.
Ling Zhenfei thought of a perfect method: using the power of the soul to envelop the man's internal organs.
Under the wrapping of Ling Zhenfei's power of the soul, the internal organs first started to radiate life force, and the power was so gentle that it slowly separated the heart and the wooden sword.
Once everything was prepared, Ling Zhenfei began the intricate process of removing the sword.
With the spiritual energy wrapping the wooden sword, it slowly moved out of the body.
This process required extreme caution due to the dense nerves and blood vessels.
It took Ling Zhenfei a long time to finally remove the wooden sword.
After pulling out the sword, hardly any blood flowed because it was all wrapped in spiritual energy.
Then, Ling Zhenfei used spiritual energy as thread and Divine Sense as a needle to stitch up the damaged areas inside the man's body.
This was also a meticulous task; each nerve and blood vessel needed individual attention.
While Ling Zhenfei was delicately treating the man, suddenly, a powerful sound of spiritual energy impact came from outside.
Ling Zhenfei's heart stirred, already knowing what had happened; it must be another conflict between human cultivators and foreign races.
Such incidents were all too common, but the timing seemed off today.
Both sides had been at a standstill for a long time, suggesting they had their own plans.
When Ling Zhenfei went to find Murong Liuqing, Murong Liuqing and Xu Yuanming were holding a meeting. Perhaps some cultivators were discussing strategies.
The foreign races likely wouldn't attack easily, yet the strong spiritual energy disturbance was puzzling.
However, Ling Zhenfei was at a crucial stage in treatment and couldn't stop now.
He was working at the heart, where the blood flow was most intense; if he relaxed his spiritual energy, the blood could gush out, making saving the man impossible.
Meanwhile, the disturbance outside grew more violent, and human voices shouting could be heard.
Ling Zhenfei realized a battle had erupted, but he was too engrossed to pay attention to the events outside.
Suddenly, there was a knock at Wu Liang's door, and a person rushed in.
The young man appeared to be quite young, but had reached the late stage of the Dawen Realm.
Entering, he anxiously said, "Mr. Ling, Sister Jiang wants you to retreat immediately, the foreign races have broken through."
Ling Zhenfei paused, this seemed like a joke; how could he leave now?
Ling Zhenfei asked, "Can't we hold them off?"