Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 334 I Did Not Find

In Zhang Zhiwei's understanding, this level of physical damage, coupled with the destruction of his dantian, was almost tantamount to a death sentence!
"Perhaps my life can be saved."

Zhang Jingqing slowly withdrew her hand, her tone heavy as a sigh.

"Zhiwei, your true qi is extremely pure and can prolong his life."

But Jin Zhong's cultivation level... is beyond saving, and his limbs...

He shook his head; there was no need to say anything more.

Just then, the true qi that Zhang Zhiwei had channeled in seemed to finally take effect.

Tian Jinzhong on the bed let out a painful groan, his eyelids twitched a few times with difficulty, and then he opened them slightly.

His eyes were unfocused, filled with extreme pain and confusion. His lips moved with difficulty a few times, but only broken breaths came out.

"Master...Senior Brother...I...I really...didn't find...Senior Brother Huaiyi..."

The words, spoken intermittently and faintly, were almost inaudible, yet they struck Zhang Zhiwei's heart like a heavy hammer.

Tears welled up in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes instantly; this tough guy, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, had never lost his composure like this before.

He leaned down, his voice hoarse and tender like never before.

"Jinzhong! Jinzhong! Senior brother knows! Senior brother knows everything! You did a great job! Don't say anything, senior brother is here! Master is here too!"

"I...I couldn't find it..."

Tian Jinzhong seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. His eyes closed again, and his breath grew weaker and weaker. But the almost stubborn pain and persistence on his face were clearly imprinted in the eyes of Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing.

Before he fell into a coma, his last thought was still about his senior brother Zhang Huaiyi, who was currently wandering around the mountains!
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone present felt as if their hearts were being torn apart.

"no!"

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with astonishing light.

"Master! We can't let this go. Jinzhong can't stay like this forever! There's still hope! There must be a way!"

Then, his gaze suddenly turned to Zhao Zhen, burning with the desperation of someone grasping at a last straw.

"Old Zhao! Duanmu Ying! I heard that her dual-wielding skills can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. She even managed to save those three old men from the Lü family who were shattered to pieces!"

Jinzhong…Jinzhong can do it too! Please! Let her come and save Jinzhong!

This was the first time Zhang Zhiwei had asked Zhao Zhen for help, and his attitude was so sincere that he almost humbled himself to the point of being insignificant.

"Of course, I have no problem with that. I can bring Duanmu Ying over anytime, but..."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhen also turned his gaze to Zhang Jingqing, the Celestial Master, who was standing to the side.

In any case, Duanmu Ying's Dual-Hand Technique is one of the "infamous" Eight Extraordinary Techniques in the world of supernatural beings. If Zhao Zhen were to use the Dual-Hand Technique to save Tian Jinzhong, he would first need to obtain the consent of the contemporary Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing.

Zhang Jingqing naturally understood what Zhao Zhen was thinking, so she immediately spoke to Zhao Zhen without any hesitation:

"Chairman Zhao, thank you for your help. At this critical moment, forget about the details, saving lives is the most important thing!"

"understand!"

Zhao Zhen nodded, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, instantly disappearing from the room.

In the blink of an eye, he had already brought Duanmu Ying back to the quiet room.

"Huh? Where am I?"

Duanmu Ying, who had just been suddenly brought here by Zhao Zhen from the medical department, looked around blankly. Upon seeing Zhang Jingqing's face, she instinctively exclaimed, "Old Celestial Master?!"

"Yingzi, don't be surprised. First, help me heal the person in the bed." "Okay..."

Realizing the anxiety in Zhao Zhen's tone, Duanmu Ying did not hesitate at all and immediately began to use her double-handed healing technique to treat Tian Jinzhong on the bed.

The next moment, everyone's attention was drawn to Duanmu Ying's hands, which were enveloped in a rich red light.

Her expression was solemn, her brows furrowed with unprecedented focus, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead.

Tian Jinzhong's injuries were more complicated than she had anticipated; it wasn't just a matter of broken bones in his limbs and a destroyed dantian.

The "Eroding Qi Yin Needle" was extremely vicious. Its residual yin poisonous energy was like a bone-deep sore, constantly eroding Tian Jinzhong's already fragile life force, fiercely fighting against the pure true qi that Zhang Zhiwei had transferred in.

In addition, the wounds on Tian Jinzhong's limbs were even more shocking, with shattered bones and torn meridians intertwined, a bloody mess, a chaotic scene!

"Humph!"

Duanmu Ying gave a soft hum, and her hands shone brightly with red light, like tangible liquid life energy, which she forcefully poured into Tian Jinzhong's chest acupoint.

The red light spread rapidly, first stabilizing Tian Jinzhong's heart and internal organs, which were on the verge of collapse, and forcibly dispelling the remaining cold and corrosive energy.

This process was like removing ice from a raging fire; Duanmu Ying's face paled at a visible speed.

"Stabilize his foundation!"

Zhang Jingqing said in a deep voice, and gently placed her withered palm on Tian Jinzhong's Lingtai acupoint. A righteous and peaceful yet vast true qi slowly flowed in, like a stabilizing needle, together with Duanmu Ying, to suppress the insidious corrosive qi power.

With Zhang Jingqing's help, Duanmu Ying finally managed to completely expel the insidious true qi.

With the most deadly threat eliminated, Duanmu Ying's pressure decreased dramatically.

For her, who has already mastered the art of dual-wielding, repairing the body is a piece of cake.

Duanmu Ying took a deep breath, and the red light in her hands flowed again, precisely covering Tian Jinzhong's wrists, which were twisted beyond recognition.

"Giggle..."

The chilling sound of bones grinding and clacking echoed in the silent room.

Under the guidance of the red light, the wrist and arm bones, shattered into countless pieces, seemed to be repositioned and glued back together by an invisible, skillful hand.

The broken and atrophied tendons, like a dried-up riverbed, are revitalized and begin to slowly wriggle, reconnect, and regenerate.

Wherever the red light passed, the torn flesh wounds healed and smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually leaving no scars at all.

Then it's the ankles, knees... the same process repeats.

Throughout this process, Zhang Zhiwei clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He watched as his junior brother's broken body gradually became "complete" under the red light, his skin regained its luster, his wounds disappeared, and even his broken bones were reconnected, but the gloom on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

Who on earth did this?! How dare they inflict such a heavy blow on the disciples of their Celestial Master's Mansion?!

A barely perceptible yet incredibly pure killing intent began to slowly condense in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

Finally, after a moment, the red light on Duanmu Ying's hands slowly subsided until it disappeared completely.

Tian Jinzhong lay quietly on the bed, his breathing steady and long. Although his face was still pale, it was no longer the deathly pale color of a dying man.

His limbs were intact and his skin was smooth, as if the previous horrific scene was just a nightmare.

"Alright, he's mostly recovered. He just needs a few days of rest and rest."

(End of this chapter)