Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 106 Porunga: Two Ways

"Before you came back, we had already summoned Shenron—" Bulma's voice was broken, as if something was stuck in her throat, "Shenron said that he could not cure Goku's viral heart disease."

Solo frowned and tapped his chin twice with his fingers.

Can't even the Earth's dragon cure such a simple illness?

This dragon's abilities are really mediocre.

He can't even cure heart disease, yet he has the nerve to say he can grant any wish.

"Can it extend Goku's lifespan?" Zoro asked again, his gaze falling on the sallow face.

"No—" Bulma said again, wiping away her tears, her fingers sliding down her cheeks. "Shenlong said he cannot grant the wishes of someone who is about to die from illness."

"Wukong—Waaaaah—" Chi-Chi squatted by the bed, holding Sun Wukong's hands tightly, crying her eyes out. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the sheets.

Her shoulders were trembling, and her whole body was shaking.

Son Gohan stood by the bed, biting his lip, tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back from falling.

Her little face was filled with grief and despair. She would glance at her father's face every now and then, then quickly look away.

"So what wish did you finally fulfill?" Solo asked thoughtfully, shifting his gaze from Chi-Chi to Bulma's face.

"We have no wishes for now," Bulma answered truthfully, twisting her hands together in front of her. "The dragon has left on its own."

She paused, took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Solo's arm, her fingers gripping his sleeve, and shook him vigorously.

"Zoro, do you have any other ideas? Please, you have to find a way to save Goku!"

"Solo, I beg you too." Kiki also got up from the bedside, walked to Solo, put her hands together in front of her and bowed deeply.

"At this point, we have no choice but to go to Namek." Solo shook his head, his voice low and his gaze deep.

"That's right!" Bulma's eyes lit up, her tears ignited with hope. "Since Earth's Shenron couldn't cure Goku's viral heart disease, maybe Namek's Shenron could!"

Qiqi also raised her head, a look of anticipation on her face, her lips curving slightly before she quickly withdrew them.

"But—is it too late to get to Namek now?" Krillin asked with some concern.

"It's alright." Solo walked to the bedside, looked down at Sun Wukong's condition, put his finger on Sun Wukong's wrist to feel his pulse, and then opened Sun Wukong's eyelids to look at his pupils.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand and announced to those present, "Wukong's current condition is such that he can hold on for another day without much trouble."

Solo has just checked on Goku's physical condition.

Given his physical condition, even if he had viral heart disease, he should be able to persevere for another whole day without any major problems.

Saiyans are many times stronger than humans and have extremely strong vitality.

"I'm entrusting everything to you!" Kiki bowed repeatedly, her waist bent very low.

"I'll now sense the Namekian presence." Solo took a deep breath, his chest rising, and then slowly exhaled. "Please be quiet, everyone."

Everyone immediately held their breath, even slowing their breathing, not daring to make a sound.

The bedroom was so quiet that only Sun Wukong's faint breathing and the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Solo closed his eyes and released his senses.

Consciousness is like an invisible net, spreading outwards, passing through the atmosphere, traversing the starry sky, searching in the vast universe.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

Solo's face was expressionless, his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

A full ten minutes passed.

Solo's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"I sensed it!" he said softly, his gaze sharpening. "I'll go check it out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Solo touched his forehead with his finger, and golden aura appeared around his body, like ripples on the surface of water.

His figure flickered in front of everyone and then disappeared instantly.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Solo appeared on the new Namek.

The new Namek is very similar to the old Namek.

Blue lawns, green lakes, and three suns hanging in the sky, casting their light upon the earth.

The only difference is that this planet's atmosphere is fresher, and the air smells more like grass.

Solo's feet sank into the soft blue grass as he scanned his surroundings.

Not far away, a group of Namekians were sitting around a large tree, talking in hushed tones.

He saw the new Grand Elder, Mullie, sitting on a stone chair, meditating with his eyes closed.

"Solo? Long time no see!" Mullie sensed the presence, opened his eyes, and said with some excitement upon seeing Solo, a smile spreading across his face. "How did you suddenly appear?"

He paused, and before Solo could answer, he immediately realized what he meant and tapped his temple with his finger.

"I know, it's teleportation!"

"Let's not talk about that now, Elder, I have something important to ask you—" Solo waved his hand, not bothering to be polite with Elder Muli, and walked directly to Muli.

Solo immediately told Elder Mullie everything about Sun Wukong's viral heart disease.

From the symptoms of Sun Wukong's illness to the fact that the Earth Dragon could not cure him, and then to Wukong's current condition, every detail was covered.

Upon hearing this, Elder Muli fell into deep thought for a long time.

He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

The Namekians around them also quieted down, their gazes fixed on Mullie's face.

"Do you have a solution, Elder?" Solo asked hurriedly.

"I'm sorry." Elder Mullie opened his eyes and sighed softly. "Since Earth's Shenron can't cure this disease, then Namek's Shenron probably isn't very strong either."

His voice was low and slow.

"Actually, this is equivalent to a person who died of natural causes. The dragon cannot restore the life force of a person who died of natural causes."

"Wukong clearly died from viral heart disease, didn't he?" Zoro corrected him earnestly, his brow furrowing slightly. "Once the viral heart disease is cured, he'll be fine. How can it be considered a natural death?"

"There's a destiny at play!" Mullie sighed, shaking his head. "It's like the climate on Namek. Back then, Namek's climate had a major problem, and even the dragon Poronka was helpless. In fact, although Poronka seemed omnipotent, there were many wishes that he couldn't fulfill."

"How about this, let's summon the dragon Poronka and I'll ask him," Solo suggested, crossing his arms. "Isn't it possible to grant three wishes? There's bound to be a way."

"No problem!" Mullie readily agreed and stood up from the stone chair.

Immediately, Mullie instructed the Namekians to quickly bring over the collected Dragon Balls.

Several young Namekians ran out of the village, each carrying an orange-yellow Dragon Ball that gleamed in the sunlight.

They arranged the Dragon Balls in a circle on an open lawn.

Dende stood before the Dragon Balls, clasped his hands together in front of him, closed his eyes, and moved his lips to summon Shenron in Namek.

Suddenly, the seven Dragon Balls burst forth with golden light, which grew brighter and brighter, until it dyed the entire sky gold.

A golden light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds.

The sky instantly turned pitch black.

The divine dragon Balunga appeared beneath the black night sky, its deep green body winding among the clouds, its red eyes like two bright lamps.

"Those who have collected all seven Dragon Balls, tell me your wishes, and I will do my best to grant you three wishes!" After saying this, Polunga's red eyes swept across the crowd below and then noticed Zoro.

His dragon-like face froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Why is it this kid again?

"Shenron, can you cure Goku's viral heart disease?" Zoro asked directly, his gaze fixed on Boruto.

Colored eyes.

Dandy provided the translation, speaking fluent Namekian.

"No." Polunga shook his head, his red eyes devoid of any emotion. "I cannot cure those who are about to die from illness."

What he said was almost identical to what Murray said.

"Let me put it another way," Solo thought for a moment, rubbed his chin twice, and then said, "My first wish is that you think of a way to cure Sun Wukong's viral heart disease."

Dandy glanced at Solo silently, his lips moved slightly, then closed again.

Then he dutifully translated, and Namekian came out of his mouth.

A hint of helplessness flashed across the dragon's face.

He thought for a moment.

"Indeed, there are two solutions to this problem," Polunga replied, his voice low and slow. "The first solution is to travel through time to twenty years into the future. By then, a cure for viral heart disease will already exist."

Solo gave Boronga a deep look, speechless for a moment.

Isn't your first method the same as Trunks'?

The problem is that Trunks doesn't seem to have been born, so there's no time machine.

"The second way is to find a real god, such as the Supreme Kai or an angel," Polunga immediately suggested, his red eyes gleaming. "They should be able to cure Goku's viral heart disease."

Solo really wanted to slap Boronga to death.

What's the difference between telling me this method and not telling me anything at all?

If Supreme Kais or angels were so easy to find, would we need to go through all this trouble?

The Supreme Kai lives in the Supreme Kai Realm, and the angels follow the God of Destruction everywhere; I can't find any of them.

"Isn't there any other way?" Solo asked quickly, a thought flashing through his mind. "For example, with the universe being so vast, isn't there a similar effective drug for viral heart disease?"

"There is indeed a similar effective drug for viral heart disease," Polunga immediately answered, a glint of light flashing in his red eyes. "But it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause; it can only prolong Goku's lifespan. This is because Saiyans and Earthlings have similar constitutions, while the race that possesses this effective drug has a very different constitution from Earthlings."

"How long can it extend your lifespan?" Solo's eyes lit up as he asked excitedly.

"No more than three months!" Polunga replied. "Or you could use these three months to research this special medicine and see if you can develop a special medicine for Earthlings. That might work."

Solo fell into deep thought.

Indeed, this is the best solution so far.

Let's extend Sun Wukong's lifespan by three months first.

Then let Bulma find a team to see if they can develop a specific drug for viral heart disease suitable for Earthlings.

"Alright, my second wish is for me the special medicine and prescription for that race you mentioned." Solo said his second wish, looking directly at Polunga.

Dandy immediately provided the translation.

"No problem." Polunga nodded.

"Snapped!"

Soon, a small medicine bottle and a prescription slowly fell from the sky.

The medicine bottle is a transparent glass bottle containing dozens of small white pills.

The prescription was written on a yellowed piece of paper, densely covered with writing.

Solo caught it and quickly glanced at it.

However, Solo had no knowledge of these things and couldn't understand them at all.

"I've specially changed the prescription to Earth's language!" Polunga replied. "Speak your third wish!"

"If I don't need a third wish, could the time it takes to summon you again be shorter next time?" Solo asked, tilting his head.

"Yes," Polunga answered quickly, his voice low. "I will be summoned again in about ninety days, before Sun Wukong dies, but I can only grant one wish."

"Then I have no further wishes, thank you." Solo thanked him sincerely and bowed slightly.

"You're welcome, goodbye!" After saying this, the enormous body of Bolunjia quickly dissipated.

The seven Dragon Balls that had turned to stone fell from the sky, landing near Soro, rolling a few times on the blue lawn, and then came to a stop.

If nothing unexpected happens, these seven stones will be restored to Dragon Balls within three months.

"Thank you, Elder Mullie," Solo quickly thanked him and turned to face Mullie.

"You're welcome, Mr. Solo," Mullie said, a gentle smile curving his lips. "We also hope that Mr. Sun Wukong can survive."

"I'm leaving now." Solo waved goodbye, waving his hand twice in front of him.

After speaking, Solo touched his forehead with his finger, and golden aura patterns appeared around his body.

"Whoosh!"

He used teleportation and his figure disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Zoro was back at Goku's house.

Everyone present immediately focused their attention on Solo, their faces showing a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

Qiqi clutched the hem of her clothes.

Son Gohan stood on tiptoe, staring intently at Zoro.

Klin crossed his arms and leaned slightly forward.

Bulma twisted her fingers together and held her breath.

Bick remained silent.

"How is it, Solo?" Bulma asked cautiously, her voice trembling.

"This medicine can extend Goku's life by three months," Zoro relayed Shenron's words to him.

Bulma, "Here's the prescription. See if you can find someone to study it carefully and develop a special medicine that can be used by Earthlings."

He handed Bulma the special medicine and the prescription, stuffing the medicine bottle and paper into her hand.

Bulma looked down at the label on the medicine bottle, then at the prescription.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out two small white pills, and handed them to Qiqi.

"Two pieces will do!" Bulma urged, her voice urgent. "I'll get the team to work on the rest right away!"

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Qiqi took the medicine with both hands, her fingers trembling slightly.

Son Gohan stepped forward, poured a glass of water, and carefully handed it to Chi-Chi with both hands.

The group gently lifted Sun Wukong, supported his back, and rested his head on the pillow.

Chi-Chi put two pills into Goku's mouth, and Gohan brought the water cup to Goku's lips.

As warm water flowed down his throat, Sun Wukong swallowed instinctively.

After taking the alien's special medicine, Sun Wukong's condition improved significantly.

His complexion changed from sallow to pale, his breathing changed from rapid to steady, his brows relaxed, and his expression was no longer so painful.

Before long, Sun Wukong fell asleep peacefully, his breathing even and deep.

"Bulma, it's all up to you now!" Chi-Chi held Bulma's hand tightly, pleading, her eyes reddening again.

"Chi-Chi, please don't say that." Bulma nodded solemnly, placing her hands on Chi-Chi's hands. "I'll find a way to heal Goku!"

Bulma, not wanting to waste any more time, quickly walked up to Solo.

"Solo, take me home," she said, her eyes urgent.

Solo nodded and put his hand on Bulma's shoulder.

"Whoosh!"

Solo used teleportation to send her home.

Xidu, the headquarters of the Universal Capsule Group.

The moment Bulma arrived home, she rushed down the corridor and pushed open the laboratory door.

Dr. Briefs was sitting at his lab bench, a test tube in his hand, when his daughter rushed in, his brow furrowing...

He frowned slightly.

Bulma placed the special medicine and prescription on the lab table and explained the situation to her father, word by word.

Dr. Briefs adjusted his glasses, picked up the medicine bottle and looked at it, then picked up the prescription and examined it carefully.

His brows furrowed more and more, and he tapped the prescription twice with his finger.

He then put down the prescription, quickly took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"Hey, come to my house right now with your team, it's urgent."

After hanging up, Dr. Briffs dialed several other numbers.

In less than an hour, a group of medical doctors in white coats arrived at Bulma's house from all over the world.

They gathered in the laboratory, around the prescription and the bottle of pills, discussing in hushed tones, their brows furrowed.

Dr. Briffs made more than a dozen copies of the prescription and gave one to each person.

He handed the bottle of pills to the analysis team so they could study the pills' ingredients and molecular structure.

The entire laboratory was filled with a busy and tense atmosphere.

Solo couldn't offer much help in this regard.

He stood at the laboratory door, arms crossed, watching the doctoral students busy at their workbenches, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

Whether Wukong can survive depends on the expertise of these medical professionals.

Solo's gaze fell on the blue sky outside the window, and he tapped his fingers lightly on his arm twice.

Three months is neither a long nor a short time.

Hopefully, these doctors can develop a cure for Earthlings within three months.

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