Chapter 212: Chapter 74: dical Soul Divine Needle
Seeing Yun Bahe being infuriated by a little girl yet not daring to express it, Yun Canglang couldn’t help but laugh: "Dad, you’re already of considerable age, there’s no need to lose your temper with a child. Little girl, take a look if you like, the wounds on my body are quite ghastly, just don’t get frightened."
Yun Canglang’s tone was very kind, which made Yun Cangxue clench her teeth in anger, for even with her own nephew, Tang Yu, Yun Canglang had never been this pleasant.
"My second brother and Zhan Li really look down on us, a mother and daughter left alone," Yun Cangxue thought resentfully, and her resentnt towards Yun Sheng grew even more.
Although it was their first eting, Yun Canglang took a liking to Yun Sheng. He could not explain why, but he just felt this little girl, though a bit hot-tempered, had a straightforward and endearing personality.
He thought of his elder brother who had left the family ho in a rush so many years ago, his sister-in-law already carrying the Yun family’s bloodline. If that child was still alive, they would probably be as clever and adorable as this little girl before him.
Yun Sheng first examined his right hand, initially thinking that Yun Canglang’s right hand was severed by a sharp weapon. However, upon further examination, she discovered that was not the case.
"Uncle, was your right hand torn apart by so ferocious beast?" An expert is known by a single move, and Yun Sheng was able to make such an accurate judgnt just by looking at the wound, which was nearly ten years old. This surprised Yun Bahe a great deal.
Could it be that this little girl had really started learning dical skills from the womb?
Zhan Li hurried forward to remove Yun Canglang’s clothing, revealing his "hand."
Yun Sheng took out the Four Seasons Glaze Needle, and as soon as the needle appeared, Yun Bahe, who was complaining at the side, imdiately fell silent. With his keen eyesight, he recognized that the dical needle in Yun Sheng’s hand was a magic artifact.
Yun Sheng then examined Yun Canglang’s left hand, which, as she suspected, had severely atrophied.
The skin lacked any elasticity, and the veins inside were on the verge of withering. Yun Sheng pricked several major acupoints on the hand and inquired about Yun Canglang’s sensations.
Similar acupuncture sessions had been done countless tis by many doctors, and Yun Canglang had grown accustod to not feeling anything.
"Little girl, you don’t need to try anymore. I wouldn’t feel anything even if this hand was roasted on fire or frozen in ice. It’s already useless," Yun Canglang had accepted his fate. With such a left hand, he’d rather, like his right hand, have it completely severed.
Yun Sheng took a glance at Yun Canglang. While examining him, she found a large number of wounds on his left hand; these were caused by burns and frostbite.
Upon seeing those wounds, Zhan Li and Yun Bahe fell silent.
When Yun Canglang’s hands were first crippled, he went through a period of self-harm and self-tornt. Those wounds were left from that period.
To prevent Yun Canglang from harboring suicidal thoughts, there was a ti when Yun Bahe had no choice but to order his personal guards to strictly watch over him.
It was only after a long heart-to-heart with Zhan Li one night that Yun Canglang finally pulled through the darkest days.
"Uncle, I need to prick a few more needles, and if you feel anything, shout out imdiately," Yun Sheng mused inwardly, feeling for the hardships faced by the two Yun brothers.
If it were not for their father, Yun Canghai, leaving ho, Yun Canglang might not have been alone and trapped in enemy camp. Even for her father’s sake, she must find a way to heal Yun Canglang.
Yun Canglang intended to refuse, but seeing the sincerity on Yun Sheng’s little face, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He neither refused nor agreed, and Yun Sheng began to administer the needles again.
This ti, Yun Sheng used the dical Soul Divine Needle, an inheritance of the Yan Family, which was divided into Dark Needle and Bright Needle. To test whether Yun Canglang’s left hand was beyond saving, she used the Dark Needle.
Yun Sheng’s Marrow Jade Technique had reached the Third Level, which ant she could wield the Third Level of the dical Soul Divine Needle’s power. As she inserted the needle, the force of her Marrow Jade Technique followed imdiately.
The Dark Needle silently pierced through Yun Canglang’s skin and slithered along his blood vessels into his arm.
After the first Dark Needle entered his body, it was like a stone sinking into the sea; Yun Canglang had no reaction whatsoever.
It had failed.
Yun Sheng was not discouraged; on the second attempt, she launched two consecutive Dark Needles, yet Yun Canglang still showed no response.
Using the Dark Needle was extrely depleting to her Inner Strength. After two attempts, a flush had risen to Yun Sheng’s face.
"Don’t continue..."
Yun Canglang advised once more.
Suddenly, Yun Sheng moved all four needles at once, as the Four Seasons Glaze Needle combined with the power of the Dark Needle descended like a sudden downpour, or a ferocious flood, all pouring out together.
A sensation both cold and hot, numbingly tingling, traveled from Yun Canglang’s fingertips; he cried out ’ouch’ as his left hand twitched as if electrocuted.
It was only a mont, but it changed the expressions of all four people present.
Among them, Yun Bahe was the most excited; disregarding his earlier reprimands towards Yun Sheng, he exclaid, "Canglang, your hand!"
"My hand, it just felt sothing?" Although it was fleeting, in that instant, Yun Canglang clearly felt sensation in his arm. Though brief, his hand indeed had felt sothing.
"Girl, can Canglang’s hand still be saved? Speak up, will you," Yun Bahe, who had commanded the battlefield all his life, never once yielding to anyone, was now just a pitiable father, imploring Yun Sheng with half a plea in his eyes.
He hoped Yun Sheng could answer him, that Yun Canglang’s hand could still be saved.
Even only a left hand could be enough to restore a glimr of hope to the long-diminished Canglang.
"I..." Yun Sheng felt a bitter ache in her heart; how should she respond?
Yun Canglang’s hand was not completely necrotized. The few Dark Needles Yun Sheng had administered proved one thing: Yun Canglang’s hand was rely restricted by a special technique that stopped the flow of blood and energy.
Her previous two attempts with the Dark Needle had failed to illicit a response because the power of the Dark Needle was not enough to break through that technique, but if she could cultivate to the fifth layer of the Marrow Jade Technique and release the power of five Dark Needles at once, then there might be a chance of breaking through that constraint.
Yet at present, she was without a thod.
"Father, don’t frighten the girl. She probably is powerless to help," Yun Canglang recognized Yun Sheng’s dilemma.
He didn’t bla Yun Sheng, as she was the only doctor in so many years who had made him feel the sensation in his hand, sothing not even the Great National Doctors of the dicine Emperor Pavilion could achieve.
"Yanyun, if you have difficulties, just speak up. As long as my fighting spirit can achieve it, I will not hesitate. If you can cure my younger brother’s disease, I can grant you another Sect Token," Zhan Li was also moved, as he saw from Yun Sheng the possibility of Yun Canglang’s recovery.
"Ladies and gentlen, it’s not that I am unwilling to treat but rather that I currently do not have the ans to do so. I do not an to conceal anything from you; Young General Yun’s hand is not truly immobile. It has just been sealed with an extrely special technique that hinders the flow of fighting spirit," Yun Sheng, for better understanding amongst everyone present, directly drew a simple human anatomical structure on the ground.
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