Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1162 - 1160: Lin Fan, Can You Bear This Responsibility?

Watching the Divine Phoenix's departing figure, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed.

If the Divine Phoenix continued to pester, Yi Qingyu's life might not be saved, and Yi Shengtang was still waiting for him outside.

He could understand the frustration in the Divine Phoenix's heart; he had indeed neglected her.

After treating Yi Qingyu, he would apologize to the Divine Phoenix.

Lin Fan sighed softly, looking towards the direction where the Divine Phoenix's figure disappeared.

He turned to look at Yi Qingyu.

Yi Qingyu lay quietly on the ground, her snow-white face showing faint signs of turning purple, which startled Lin Fan into a cold sweat.

Too much time had been wasted with the Divine Phoenix just now.

The poison in Yi Qingyu's body had already begun to spread gradually; if he didn't act now, even Shennong reincarnated would be powerless.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, ready to start.

"Little Fan, have you thought it through?"

Emperor Jade suddenly jumped out, asking hauntingly.

Lin Fan was a bit puzzled as to why such a question was asked.

"Thought what through?"

"Saving Yi Qingyu, have you really considered it?"

"Considered what?"

Emperor Jade sighed heavily and explained, "This is the sister of the clan leader of the Shennong Clan, you know. The methods of severing tendons and crushing bones are extremely dangerous; if you make a mistake, it's even more tragic and terrifying than dying from poison. Moreover, you're using this technique for the first time; I fear..."

"Fear I might make a mistake?" Lin Fan chuckled, but his eyes were filled with confidence.

"This isn't any ordinary person. If it were someone ordinary, I wouldn't stop you. This is the clan leader's sister of the Shennong Clan; if you fail, you will be at odds with the entire Shennong Clan. Even if you kill Yi Tianqiu and escape, the wrath of the Shennong Clan will not subside. They might take action against the Fifth Sword Emperor, and even against the Xuan Clan, just because you are involved."

Emperor Jade's concerns weren't unfounded.

Once Lin Fan made a mistake, Yi Qingyu would fall into an abyss with no hope of redemption. Although severing tendons and crushing bones can rebuild the body, the soul remains. If the flesh is destroyed, then the divine sense can only drift between heaven and earth, like duckweed, rootless and directionless.

This is more cruel and terrifying than the obliteration of divine sense.

And so.

Yi Shengtang would definitely hate him, and also hate those closely related to him.

The Fifth Sword Emperor and Xuan Clan Mo Ningxiang would be the first to suffer.

And of course, Yi Siyu.

Lin Fan's brows furrowed, falling into deep thought.

The Fifth Sword Emperor didn't need to worry too much, after all, he had the advantage. It was Yi Tianqiu who first took action against Diwu Yun'er, making Yi Shengtang ashamed to cause trouble.

His main concerns were Mo Ningxiang and Yi Siyu.

Yi Siyu was still outside, and if he suddenly disappeared without a trace, Yi Shengtang would definitely hold her as a hostage.

As for Mo Ningxiang, she was already threatened by East Gate Buju from the Heavenly Clan, and if she was further attacked by Yi Shengtang, it might be difficult to ensure the Xuan Clan's safety under such pressure.

Lin Fan's outstretched hand hesitated.

His eyes also showed a trace of uncertainty.

Emperor Jade was right.

The cost of treating Yi Qingyu was too high, even to the point of being not worth the risk.

Why should he save someone unrelated and put those around him in danger?

His rolled-up sleeves slowly fell, and Lin Fan didn't pay them any mind, just stared blankly at Yi Qingyu.

"Even if Yi Qingyu dies from poison, it has nothing to do with you; it's a result she brought upon herself, and you don't need to bear any responsibility."

Seeing Lin Fan fall silent, Emperor Jade continued.

"But if you fail in treatment, it becomes your responsibility, and you must take responsibility for her death."

"Lin Fan, can you bear that responsibility?"

Echoing loudly.

Reaching deep into the soul. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Within the Mystic Iron Mountain, there was not a single sound, as if even breathing had stopped, and every pore had ceased functioning.

Lin Fan's heart thumped wildly.

His hands trembled.

Unable to stop trembling.

A look of confusion and helplessness flashed across his face.

He suddenly collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at Yi Qingyu's worsening complexion, his mind in chaos.

"Even if you don't think for yourself, you should think for Mo Ningxiang and Yi Siyu, and even for me."

Emperor Jade's hollow voice echoed in the Mystic Iron Mountain.

"Little Fan, have you thought it through?"

A long while.

A suffocating wait.

Lin Fan suddenly moved slightly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I've thought it through."

He replied softly.

Emperor Jade heard Lin Fan's tone and sighed in relief. She certainly didn't want Lin Fan to take such inexplicable risks; whether healed or not had nothing to do with him.

Doing thankless tasks should be minimized.

"That's good, then let's..."

Emperor Jade was speaking, but then she noticed Lin Fan rolling up his sleeves again.

She jerked to a halt, suddenly stunned.

"Little Fan, what are you doing?!"

Did he not hear a single word she said, or understand her reasoning?

Had Lin Fan gone mad, willing to sacrifice his destiny and even his companions' destinies for an unrelated woman?

Emperor Jade's voice trembled with panic and helplessness.

"Nothing, I've already decided; I will save Yi Qingyu."

"Why?!"

Emperor Jade couldn't believe the divine sense's transmission, her voice quivering.

"No reason. I can't let her die in front of me, even if there's just a glimmer of chance, I'll go all out."

"Besides, Emperor Jade, why don't you trust me? Is my medical skill still not good enough?"

"Even if it's not, you can still help me."

Lin Fan laughed.

Laughing in such a situation, it's like sticking your head out on a chopping block. What kind of person is this!

Emperor Jade thought helplessly; if she had hands, she would surely slap Lin Fan hard, making him sober up.

But.

She was just an artifact spirit in a jade pendant, able only to move her lips.

Listening to Lin Fan's resolute voice, she knew she couldn't change his mind, and she was angry.

However, thinking again.

If Lin Fan really followed her advice, watching death without rescue, would he still be Lin Fan?

"Fine, fine..."

Emperor Jade gave up resistance, quite helpless.

Since Lin Fan chose to treat, she could only completely cooperate, giving her all to ensure Yi Qingyu wouldn't die at Lin Fan's hands.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, holding his breath.

Suddenly!

His vision brightened; spiritual power surged, filling the entire Mystic Iron Mountain.

That terrifying spiritual power seemed to merge with chaos, swirling above Lin Fan's head.

Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes became exceptionally bright, shining with a cool light like the Mingyue.

His hands quickly loosened Yi Qingyu's clothing, hands overflowing with spiritual power, instantly severing tendons and crushing bones.

Blood condensing, bones flying.

A breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Ten breaths.

...

A hundred breaths.

...

A thousand breaths!

Tiny beads of sweat appearing on Lin Fan's forehead, his expression unusually solemn, eyes fixed on the disassembled Yi Qingyu.

His hands moved swiftly, spiritual power swirling at his fingertips.

The poison gradually dissipated from Yi Qingyu's bones, blood, and meridians.

Suddenly.

Emperor Jade trembled, reminding, "Little Fan... hurry... Yi Qingyu... is about... to vanish completely..."