Among everyone present, only Xu Changqing could realize the significance of what they had just witnessed.

"A ghost?" one of the doctors whispered.

Of course not!

Xu Changqing shot the person a sidelong glance and chided softly, "Don't talk nonsense. Focus on watching. If you don't understand something, you can ask later."

He had always believed that the more people who could learn, the better, so he didn't mind the group of doctors of Chinese and Western medicine staring. On the contrary, he was worried their chatter might disturb Wang Jian.

Therefore, Xu Changqing added, "Keep quiet."

The group exchanged glances, but no one dared to cause a commotion at a time like this.

Wang Jian's Yang Soul had deliberately created that effect. It was also his first time utilizing Yue Hua in such a manner. Back during his first experiment with Yang Soul cultivation, Wang Jian had realized the commanding power his Yang Soul had over Yue Hua. If he wished, he could even withstand the moonlight's full brilliance and keep his Yang Soul's form constantly revealed.

But such an operation was far too dangerous.

It's safer to just use Yue Hua for cultivation...

After his Yang Soul left his body, Wang Jian appeared before Zhang Haiyuan. Since Zhang Haiyuan's illness was caused by a problem with his Yang Soul, using a Yang Soul to treat it was the best choice. Without a Yang Soul, Yin Yang Power could also be useful. For Wang Jian to enter Zhang Haiyuan's mind directly with his Yang Soul was quick, but it was also risky.

As soon as he entered, he faced resistance—the inherent rejection instinct possessed by every living being. To a physical body, another person's soul is a foreign object.

"Zhang Haiyuan?" Wang Jian called out.

He seemed to have arrived in a vast, empty world, a blanket of pure white with nothing else in sight. The faint sense of rejection he'd felt before grew even stronger upon entering this world.

"Zhang Haiyuan?" Wang Jian tried calling out again, his voice echoing in the empty space, but there was still no reply.

Where is he? Something isn't right.

Logically, the Soul Calming Soup that Sun Fu had prescribed should have stabilized Zhang Haiyuan's Yang Soul here. However, the complete lack of activity after he entered felt very wrong. There was only a small black spot in the distance, a stark anomaly in the vast whiteness. Wang Jian could only head toward it to investigate.

As he drew closer, the black spot grew larger, eventually becoming a pool of ink suspended in the air. Zhang Haiyuan was standing beneath it, staring blankly at the Mo Chi.

"Zhang Haiyuan, you need to get away from that thing."

As Wang Jian approached, he sensed a massive amount of Yin Yang Power emanating from the Mo Chi. Zhang Haiyuan's Yang Soul didn't seem very robust; even though it was within his own body, it appeared even less solid than Wang Jian's.

"Who are you?" Zhang Haiyuan only noticed his presence when Wang Jian got very close.

Wang Jian didn't immediately answer. Instead, he warned, "Your Yang Soul is too weak. Staying this close to that thing will make it harder for you to awaken." He then led Zhang Haiyuan to a safer distance before continuing, "Come with me. Otherwise, you'll find it very difficult to wake up again."

"Am I dreaming?" Zhang Haiyuan's Yang Soul appeared bewildered. Despite being a Soldier King-level expert, in his inner world, he seemed dazed and slow-witted.

"If it's not a dream, what else could it be? My leader said I was sick, but the illness has been cured, so I should be sleeping now. But who are you? How are you in my dream?"

"I am a doctor," Wang Jian said, simultaneously channeling Yin Yang Power to nurture Zhang Haiyuan's Yang Soul.

Under the nourishment of this Yin Yang Power, Zhang Haiyuan's Yang Soul gradually solidified at an incredible speed. Seeing this transformation, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief. This indicated that the damage to his Yang Soul was minor and not fundamental, meaning there would be no lasting side effects.

Wang Jian explained, "Next, you'll feel a bit sleepy, but that's a normal part of the Yang Soul's healing process. When you wake up, you will be truly well. As for me, just think of me as a doctor in your dream."

After he finished, Zhang Haiyuan looked like he wanted to say something more, but a wave of drowsiness quickly swept over him. His Yang Soul gradually merged into the surrounding white environment and vanished.

Only then did Wang Jian relax. Normally, a person's Yang Soul is one with their physical body and cannot be separated. What had just transpired proved that Zhang Haiyuan had truly recovered.

However, his attention then returned to the Mo Chi. Undoubtedly, this was the cause of Zhang Haiyuan's coma. As Wang Jian drew closer, a faint suction emanated from the Mo Chi, constantly pulling at his Yang Soul. He tried detaching a piece of his Yang Soul's power. A tentacle immediately stretched out from within the Mo Chi, snatched the energy, and the creature visibly expanded.

Good heavens, this thing is alive! And it feeds on the power of a Yang Soul—no wonder it was continuously eroding Zhang Haiyuan.

The good news was that the creature wasn't sentient; it simply fed on instinct. If it had been intelligent, it might have actively tried to devour and possess Zhang Haiyuan's body, and who knows what it would have become then.

Wang Jian didn't delay further. He channeled Yin Yang Power, forming a long sword in his hand. The Yang Soul is a spiritual manifestation, and since this space was the purest part of Zhang Haiyuan's consciousness, it could support Wang Jian in materializing objects. This magical experience of creating something from nothing was a first for him. If he wanted to manipulate anything with his Yang Soul after leaving this space, he would have to wait for his Cultivation level to increase or obtain some special treasure designed for Yang Souls. But such things only existed in myths, and Wang Jian harbored no illusions.

Wang Jian flew into action. As if performing surgery, he used the long sword to shred the Mo Chi, excising the creature from Zhang Haiyuan's world of consciousness. As it was shredded, the creature emitted strange sounds, as if trying to convey a message. Before Wang Jian could fully receive it, the Mo Chi dissolved into pure Yin Yang Power that diffused throughout the conscious space.

Needless to say, this power had all been absorbed from Zhang Haiyuan's body, presenting an opportunity to return it to him.

After confirming the space was free of any lingering traces of the monster, Wang Jian felt the pull of his own physical body and swiftly departed.

The moonlight was now even brighter than before. As soon as his Yang Soul emerged, Wang Jian used the Yue Hua to rinse it thoroughly. This energetic cleansing felt like taking a cool shower after exercising on a hot summer day. Each of these energy rinses made Wang Jian's Yang Soul more solid.

But this clearly wasn't the right time to cultivate. He glanced at the people present, then immediately returned to his body. The group had been eagerly watching him and Zhang Haiyuan, and it wouldn't be right to keep them waiting.

The moment Wang Jian opened his eyes, the doctors, who had been calmed by Xu Changqing, excitedly crowded around him again.

"Doctor Wang! How is Zhang Haiyuan?" they asked with an urgency that suggested they cared more about Zhang Haiyuan's condition than Zhang Cheng himself. The unmasked thirst for knowledge was plain to see in their eyes. Even the guilty-looking Sun Fu watched Wang Jian with a probing gaze.

"Mission accomplished," Wang Jian announced.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhang Haiyuan stirred on the bed. He had awoken and was now looking around at his surroundings in confusion. When he saw Wang Jian surrounded by the crowd, his eyes went wide, as if he were seeing a ghost.