Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 141 Abandoning Medicine Will Lead to Success in Everything
Qi Yueyao sat in the chair.

The small body trembled slightly from the lingering shock and fear, still haunted by the shadow that had swept past overhead and the terrifyingly loud noise from the wall.

Like a brief but violent storm, it drained her already weakened strength.

Her delicate but perpetually pale face had lost all its rosy hue, turning as white as a thin sheet of paper, exuding a fragile transparency.

The pigtails she had just tied seemed a little loose, and a few strands of sweaty hair clung to her smooth forehead and neck, adding to her sickly fragility.

Her second uncle knelt beside her, his rough hands patting her back repeatedly, his voice urgent and low: "Yaoyao, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's alright, it's alright... It's all my fault..."

His eyes were red-rimmed, and the sweat on his forehead was pouring out more profusely than that of a young girl.

Just now, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The club's medical staff was a middle-aged male doctor with glasses and a serious expression. He had just completed the most basic and quick auscultation and blood pressure measurement.

He put away his stethoscope, his brow furrowed.

He whispered to his second uncle and the worried female coach beside him, "Her heart rate is a bit fast, and she has premature ventricular contractions, and her blood pressure is quite low. It's mainly due to the stress response caused by excessive fright, combined with underlying heart problems. There are no obvious external injuries yet, but she must remain absolutely calm, and her emotions must not fluctuate at all! It's best to contact her attending physician immediately or send her back to the hospital for observation as soon as possible..."

The female coach nodded repeatedly.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qi Yueyao, but couldn't help glancing at the black kettle still swaying slightly on the wall and the deeply embedded arrow tail.

His eyes held an incredibly complex expression.

Just then, a tall, slender figure silently pushed aside the people surrounding Qi Yueyao.

Those members and staff who were still in shock and fear seemed to sense some kind of invisible aura and subconsciously made way for them.

It was Chen Baiyu.

He completely ignored the massive storm of countless gazes—some awe-inspiring, some inquisitive, and some complex—that suddenly fell silent behind him.

It was as if that noise didn't belong in his world.

From Li Jinsong's fervent pleas to Zhao Lei's complex silence, and even the faint "click" of other people's phones taking pictures and the suppressed discussions in the club, everything was kept out by an invisible barrier.

He walked to the chair.

Without looking at anyone, his gaze was fixed on that pale little face.

He then naturally bent his knees.

He crouched down to bring his line of sight to Qi Yueyao, who was sitting in the chair, breaking his condescending posture.

The lingering shock left Qi Yueyao with a somewhat unfocused and dazed look in her eyes.

Like a fledgling bird that has been frightened and can't find its way home.

Unconsciously, she squeezed the Ultraman doll that her second uncle had shoved into her hand in an attempt to comfort her, until her knuckles turned white.

He squatted down as Chen Baiyu approached.

That close-up, sharply defined face was clearly reflected in her pupils, and those calm, deep eyes locked onto her.

Her focus slowly and laboriously coalesced, the confusion fading away, replaced by a strange light, a mixture of dependence and immense curiosity.

The inhuman scene from that earth-shattering arrow was etched into her young mind.

“…Uncle Chen…”

"You...you were so amazing just now..."

Her voice was very soft, breathy, like a feather being brushed against her skin.

Even though his breathing was unsteady, his heartfelt amazement was still clear.

Chen Baiyu, who was squatting in front of her, smiled slightly. The usual calmness on her face seemed to be melted away by the subtle light, revealing a hint of coldness.

He slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

A faint smile, much gentler than usual, appeared on her face: "Well, I'm glad you weren't scared."

At the same time, his voice was deep and calm, carrying a strange sense of stability as he said, "Once you've recovered and feel better, I'll teach you how to shoot arrows."

This promise was like a small, warm flame, illuminating the depths of Qi Yueyao's gray eyes.

She nodded vigorously, managing a weak smile through her small face.

Although pale, it had a touch of life.

Only when he heard Chen Baiyu speak did his second uncle snap out of his highly tense state.

Seeing Chen Baiyu right in front of him, he immediately clung to her like a lifeline: "Brother Chen! Look at Yao Yao's condition..."

He didn't irrationally scare Qi Yueyao by blaming Chen Baiyu.

He understood that if it weren't for Chen Baiyu, Qi Yueyao wouldn't have been simply frightened if she had been hit by that heavy object.

The opposite of.

He even resorted to desperate measures.

Because of his amazement and admiration for Chen Baiyu, he subconsciously sought help for Qi Yueyao's health problems.

Chen Baiyu raised his hand, signaling his second uncle to calm down.

His gaze remained fixed on Qi Yueyao's face as he calmly said, "Don't worry, she's just overly frightened; it's nothing serious."

He paused, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "I know a little about medicine. If I massage her acupoints a little and regulate her qi and blood, she will recover quickly."

"Massage? Acupressure?"

Uncle was stunned. Looking at Chen Baiyu's young and cold face, which didn't look like that of a national master of traditional Chinese medicine or an old expert, he couldn't react for a moment.

The medical staff nearby also frowned.

His professional instincts made him strongly question the way this sudden heart problem was described as something that "can be fixed with a massage."

Especially considering how young the operator looked.

Chen Baiyu ignored the questioning looks. His gaze returned to Qi Yueyao, and he gently but firmly extended his hand: "Don't be afraid, relax."

Almost instinctively, Qi Yueyao loosened her grip on the doll.

She obediently and timidly offered her small, cold hand to Chen Baiyu's large, firm hand with its distinct knuckles.

Truly subtle operations.

It began silently at that moment.

Chen Baiyu placed his palm on Qi Yueyao's cold inner wrist.

His fingertips were slightly cool, but his movements were unusually steady.

On the surface, he was performing a seemingly professional and methodical massage along the general paths of several obvious meridians often shown on television and mannequins, such as the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and the Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin, moving upwards.

He slowly applied steady and moderate pressure along the Neiguan and Jianshi acupoints with the pad of his thumb, and then gently pressed the Shenmen acupoint on his wrist.

The movements are fluent and smooth, and the finger techniques are fluid and graceful, creating a visually appealing effect.

To outsiders, this was definitely a "professional," with precise movements and a clear rhythm, far from the haphazard practice of an amateur. His calm demeanor added to his credibility.

But in reality, Chen Baiyu was just someone who had "never eaten pork but had seen pigs run," referring to the illustrations in books, explanations in popular science programs, and the occasional glimpses of traditional Chinese medicine massage.

At this moment, all of this has transformed into a massive stream of information that has precisely emerged and been executed by Chen Baiyu in a "copycat" manner.

His demeanor and movements did indeed look quite professional and professional.

Uncle's doubts lessened somewhat.

The female coach watched nervously.

Although the medical staff still had doubts, they were suppressed by the smooth movements and the "professionalism" that the man exuded, and the urge to immediately speak up and stop him was also suppressed.

Because it really looks really awesome.

however.

All of this was just a perfect illusion. Chen Baiyu's entire mind was focused on a single point, and a faint light, perceptible only to himself, was flowing down his fingertips.

The will, like the most delicate scalpel, guides the vast, tsunami-like life essence stored within the dragon scale dust.

Before that, I was sitting in a corner thinking.

Chen Baiyu has already simulated the injection of tiny life force into himself countless times.

After that brief period of "thinking and experimenting" while seated, he had initially grasped a key to mastering this forbidden technique.

It requires not only the guidance of will, but also a subtle perception and control of the energy of the material source, like a specific breeze blowing on boiling magma.

Now is the time to verify.

His mind was highly focused, and his powerful willpower formed an incredibly delicate conduit for his thoughts, proceeding with utmost care and precision, almost at the "molecular level."

From the ring's raging torrent of life, extremely slowly, as if peeling away layers of silk, a trace of the gentlest and purest life essence was extracted.

This aura carries a faint golden halo that is invisible to ordinary people, and contains the purest vitality of life.

It was carefully enveloped by Chen Baiyu's will, flowing along his fingertips that were pressed against Qi Yueyao's wrist, like the gentlest stream under the warm spring sun, silently and slowly flowing into her body.

Extremely faint!

He precisely controlled the flow.

There could be no deviation whatsoever! A little too much, and this frail body might be washed away like a dried-up riverbed by a flood; a little too little, and it would be of no use at all.

This vital, warm current bypassed the surging blood flow and silently merged into Qi Yueyao's microcirculation system, precisely flowing to her overburdened heart and damaged nerve endings. It was as if the most sophisticated life repair program was being activated.

Time seemed to become viscous and slow.

On the surface, Chen Baiyu was still focused on "massaging," moving her fingertips around as if she were really clearing her meridians.

Only in the depths of his profound eyes, a faint, unnoticed light swirled like the starry sky—a sign that his "divine sense" was operating at full power.

His movements remained steady, and his breathing was long and even.

Amidst this seemingly peaceful yet internally thrilling energy transfer, a change quietly takes place.

First, there's Qi Yueyao's breathing.

The original shortness and difficulty disappeared.

Instead, a steady, gradual return to deep breathing rhythm was developed.

Then, miraculously, at a speed visible to the naked eye, her almost transparently pale cheeks regained color!
That healthy pink blush slowly peeked out from the bottom of her skin, like a sleeping bud being awakened by the spring.

Her previously furrowed brows relaxed, and her lips regained their delicate pink luster, even with a hint of moisture.

Even her large eyes, which had been dulled by fear, quickly regained their brightness. They were as clear as gemstones washed by rain, filled with curiosity and vitality once more.

The whole process took only a little over ten seconds!

"Uh... Yao Yao?"

"Your face isn't pale anymore? How are you feeling? Are you still uncomfortable?"

My second uncle was the first to notice the change.

His eyes widened, and his voice was filled with unbelievable surprise.

Qi Yueyao subconsciously raised her hand to touch her warm cheek and felt a strange change.

The indescribable fatigue and chest tightness in my body disappeared, replaced by a long-lost feeling of lightness and comfort.

Qi Yueyao looked at Chen Baiyu with surprise, shook her head vigorously, and said in a clearer voice, "Second Uncle, I feel much better! I don't feel uncomfortable at all! It's like...like I've just woken up, it feels so good!"

She even gently moved her shoulders, which had become slightly stiff from the tension.

The female coach exclaimed softly, "My God, it really works! Qi Yueyao's complexion looks so much better!"

She was naturally happy to be her sparring partner.

After all, if something happened to Qi Yueyao while she was around, she would find it difficult to escape joint responsibility under the basic operating rules of this society.

At the very least, we'll have to lose some money.

The medical staff standing to the side were completely shocked.

Was the massage last for less than a minute?

He stared intently at Qi Yueyao's face; her rosy, healthy complexion was unmistakable! He couldn't help but step forward, disregarding etiquette, and quickly pulled out his finger-clip pulse oximeter, clipping it onto Qi Yueyao's other finger.

The electronic screen lights up, and numbers flash.

Heart rate is within the normal range!

The low blood pressure symptoms that had been troubling him just moments before seemed to vanish into thin air, and all his vital signs instantly jumped to extremely perfect health indicators.

His fingers trembled slightly, almost unable to hold the small instrument steady.

He suddenly looked up at the young man who was still focused on the "massage".

That face was so young and handsome, with a depth and aloofness between his brows that seemed out of place for his age.

His actions...

Yes, it's very well-organized.

Like an experienced massage therapist.

But how is this possible?

How could simply massaging acupoints cause such an astonishing reversal of physiological indicators in a heart patient who had been frightened, within just a few dozen seconds?!
What kind of miraculous massage is this?!

He stared at Chen Baiyu, his mind churning with absurd thoughts:
"Doesn't look like a doctor...not at all! What doctor could shoot an arrow like that?! That kind of arrow...that's a skill that no human could possibly achieve!"

The pot nailed to the wall and the deeply embedded arrow fletching replayed in his mind; that fleeting glimpse transcended the common sense of physics.

and so……

Is this abandoning medicine to... shoot arrows?
So, is it true that abandoning medicine will lead to success in anything?

At this moment, Chen Baiyu sensed that the faint life force in Qi Yueyao's body had been perfectly absorbed and integrated, and that her vital signs had become completely stable and full of vitality. The tension in his heart disappeared.

on the surface.

His massage movements slowed down at the last few strokes, like the end of a piece of music, naturally stopping at the Hegu acupoint on the outside of Qi Yueyao's arm.

The movement ended smoothly.

He looked up.

He met Qi Yueyao's large, bright eyes, which had fully regained their luster and were filled with surprise and admiration.

"How does it feel?"

Chen Baiyu's voice remained steady.

But upon closer listening, there seemed to be a subtle, almost imperceptible, softening.

Qi Yueyao nodded vigorously, her voice clear and strong: "I'm really completely healed, Uncle Chen! I feel so much better!"

Her little hand even unconsciously squeezed back Chen Baiyu's fingers, which were still resting on her arm, conveying the vitality of life.

"That's good."

Chen Baiyu nodded slightly.

The result was as he had expected.

While vitality may not be a cure for the root cause, it can certainly provide temporary relief.

It may not be able to remove the buffs that cause continuous damage and instant death, but it can be used to replenish the slightly decreased health bar and temporarily bring the status back to a seemingly healthy level.

(End of this chapter)