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"Master, why has the sky turned red?" Little Duanmu Rong stared with her big, watery eyes, her pink lips gently biting her finger, tilting her head as she pondered.
Then, in a childish voice, she said, "It's as red as blood."
"What is meant to be will be." Nian Duan looked up at the sky, a hint of worry and determination appearing on his ordinary young face.
Unexpectedly,
The crimson sword energy vanished without a trace in an instant, as if it had never existed.
"What is the meaning behind this person's actions?" Nian Duan's eyes flashed with deep thought. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to go out and investigate. As soon as she set off, Duanmu Rong followed closely behind.
Seeing this, Nian Duan frowned slightly.
"Rong'er, you stay here."
"Oh~!"
When the young apprentice Duanmu Rong heard her master Nian Duan's call, she immediately obeyed and stopped in her tracks, standing properly in the center of the courtyard.
Nian Duan turned to leave.
But a guess arose in my mind.
"If this is a trap set by the person who forced me to come out of seclusion, leaving Rong'er here alone would probably put her in even greater danger. It would be better to have her by my side at all times, so that I can respond promptly if anything changes."
Having made up her mind, Nian Duan slightly turned her head, her gaze falling on her loyal little apprentice, and waved for her to come over.
"Rong'er, come here and come with your master."
"Alright!" Duanmu Rong's eyes sparkled with excitement. She quickly took her short, tender legs and ran to Nian Duan's side. She stretched out her little hand and was led out of the courtyard by her master.
Upon arriving at the lakeside, Nian Duan gazed into the distance and could vaguely see a figure lying on the ground on the other side.
The man remained motionless, his right hand gripping a crimson greatsword that was even larger than his own body.
"Seriously injured? Could it be that you've come to me for treatment?" After a moment's thought, Nian Duan already knew what was going on. He then led Duanmu Rong onto the boat, told her to sit down comfortably, and then rowed the boat, cutting through the waves towards the opposite shore of Mirror Lake.
We walked through dense reed beds and crossed blooming lotus ponds.
The small boat quietly reached the shore and anchored smoothly. Nian Duan was the first to disembark and walk ashore towards the fallen figure. He immediately recognized the boy as being no more than ten years old.
His face was as pale as paper, his lips were dry, his eyes were sunken, his skin was dull and lifeless, and a few strands of withered white hair had appeared at his temples.
“The young man’s hair is gray, his vital essence is severely depleted, and his lifespan is greatly reduced.” Nian Duan muttered to herself, the scene before her eyes was completely different from what she had guessed.
It's not about forcing her to return to the entertainment industry.
Because in the arms of this young boy, he was also tightly protecting a baby girl who had fallen into a coma.
She slightly bent her knees and carefully took the baby girl from the boy's arms.
No detailed examination is required.
As a master of medicine, a medical sage, and the head of a medical sect, Nian Duan immediately understood the baby girl's condition.
"The patient was infected with wind-cold and had a persistent fever."
"However, the presence of icy internal energy within the body forcefully suppresses the worsening of the illness, preserving the patient's vitality and preventing any lingering aftereffects."
She casually took out a few silver needles and inserted them into acupoints on the baby girl's head.
Then, Nian Duan swiftly pressed on the baby girl's chest, channeling a gentle internal force to temporarily stabilize her condition. Only after all this was done did she turn her gaze to the blood-red greatsword in the young boy's hand.
The sword was crystal clear yet exuded a fierce and menacing aura, like a ferocious beast that had withdrawn its claws.
"It's truly a malevolent sword, having devoured countless lives."
261. To Save or Not to Save? Duanmu Rong's Choice
Nian Duan was quite displeased with such weapons, and even the owner of the sword found them an eyesore.
She glanced at them briefly, then decided to get up and leave with the baby girl and her young apprentice.
"Master, aren't you going to take this older brother back with you?" Duanmu Rong asked innocently.
"Rong'er, do you still remember Master's three rules for not saving people?" Nian Duan sighed softly and reminded her gently: "I will not save those who do not come down the mountain to treat them; I will not save those who come to my door seeking treatment; I will not save those who share the same surname, Duanmu."
"More importantly, his flesh, bones, and internal organs showed signs of extensive necrosis."
"There's nothing we can do but accept our fate. Let's go."
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Rong was instantly stunned.
She looked back at her older brother, who was still lying on the ground with a full head of white hair, and a wave of pity welled up in her pure and kind heart.
So she mustered her courage and pleaded with her master in a cute and endearing manner: "Master, please save this big brother."
"You used to teach Rong'er that doctors should have a benevolent heart, and should help the sick in the world so that they can be free from disease and suffering and live a healthy life."
"In this turbulent era, we doctors are a shield protecting all living beings."
Upon hearing this, Nian Duan said in a low voice, "Rong'er, you must understand that in order to preserve the world-saving medical techniques, we must stay away from disputes and grudges."
"Yes, Master!" Duanmu Rong lowered her head slightly, a hint of disappointment showing on her face.
Nian Duan could naturally sense the change in the closed-door disciple's emotions, and couldn't help but sigh softly:
“Rong’er, I have seen you since you were a child. You are cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You are kind by nature and are born to be a doctor. It would be a bit unreasonable to ask you to stand by and watch someone die.”
"This disciple dares not disobey Master's teachings!" Duanmu Rong replied respectfully.
Seeing this, Nian Duan shook his head inwardly, picked up the boy by the shoulder with one hand, and brought him onto the boat, saying, "Rong'er, come home with your master quickly."
"Yes, Master!" Duanmu Rong immediately beamed with joy and boarded the wooden boat.
On the mirror-like surface of the lake, ripples spread once more as the small wooden boat carrying the four people gradually disappeared into the direction of the island in the middle of the lake.
Upon reaching the shore of the island in the middle of the lake, Nian Duan skillfully moored the boat, lifted the little boy with one hand, placed him on the ground, and then ignored him, taking only the baby girl into the courtyard.
"Master, why did you leave my eldest brother outside?" Duanmu Rong asked, her face full of confusion.
“He must be carrying a bloody legacy to have wielded such a vicious sword. Bringing him back here is already the greatest act of mercy.” Nian Duan stopped, his voice resolute: “I will not save him.”
"His life or death is none of my concern."
"Furthermore, given his current physical condition, he won't be able to hold on for long."
After saying this, Nian Duan carried the baby girl into the thatched hut.
Standing blankly by the fence surrounding the courtyard, Duanmu Rong watched her master's departing figure until it disappeared from sight before she came back to her senses.
She turned to look at the white-haired older brother who was still unconscious, and the tenderness and kindness in her heart ultimately made her unable to sit idly by.
"Since Master refuses to save you, then let Rong'er save you."
Duanmu Rong squatted down, her petite body moving low. Following the medical knowledge taught by her master, she placed her delicate little hand on Han Feng's wrist to take his pulse.
"When first learning medicine, one must observe, listen, inquire, and palpate."
The adorable boy carefully observed Han Feng's situation, his brows furrowing slightly without him noticing.
"Big brother is unconscious, so Rong'er can't ask him anything."
"What should I do?"
262. The Mysterious Yin-Yang Tai Chi Diagram
As Duanmu Rong pondered, a cunning glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. She immediately got up and excitedly ran into the depths of the courtyard.
They called out loudly in their childish voices.
“Master, Rong’er suddenly remembered a question in the medical book.”
"What should a beginner do if they encounter a seriously ill patient who is unconscious?"
In the beginning of chaos, there was an endless abyss, a deathly silence, and an oppressive atmosphere.
In a daze.
Han Fengyun felt a tightness in his chest, yet he also realized that he seemed to need no breath. All around him was absolute darkness.
There was nothing else besides that.
"Could it be that I have lost my sight?" This thought flashed through Han Fengyun's mind. However, when he focused his senses, he found that he could not only not see, but also could not detect even the slightest sound.
Similarly, no scent can be detected.
It felt as if I were all alone in a vast, dark, and desolate deep sea.
Where am I?
At this moment, Han Fengyun's heart was filled with confusion and bewilderment.
But he was certain that he was still alive, because he had experienced death firsthand and knew what the afterlife looked like.
Why did I come here? And what was I doing before this?
Han Fengyun calmed himself down and tried hard to recall his memories.
However, the memories at this moment are like a tangled mess of yarn, difficult to untangle, and intertwined with memories of the present and the past.
They are intertwined and difficult to distinguish.
Even worse, these memory fragments are disjointed and lack clear connections.