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Chapter 1223 - 1217: Desperate to Win the Lottery

Chapter 1223: Chapter 1217: Desperate to Win the Lottery

Every time he had to control his Internal Qi to the exact same weight, without a single fraction of error, and to make matters even more difficult, he had to start stimulating the second acupuncture point just when the first one had barely been activated and before its power had completely dissipated.

No one could know the sacrifice Li Changlin was making, because in fact, this was also his first time employing such a technique.

Hundreds of times he tapped, each with precisely the same force, such control caused Li Changlin immense mental strain, and fine beads of sweat quickly formed on his forehead.

Yet no one in the room dared to utter a sound.

Even though nobody understood what effect Li Changlin’s actions could have, upon seeing the sweat on his head, everyone knew that the effort and energy he was exerting was surely beyond ordinary people’s comprehension and imagination.

Finally, when the last movement was completed, Li Changlin let out a long, empty sigh of relief.

"Changlin?" Seeing his movements, Zhou Xingxing couldn’t help but call out anxiously.

Li Changlin turned his head towards Zhou Xingxing, and with a forced smile said, "For now, things are going smoothly. Brother Zhou, help support Puge quickly. I need to get off the bed, and in a moment, I’ll start to stimulate the acupuncture points at the front of his body."

At this point, Li Changlin was also quite weak.

Using the Returning Yang Nine Needles was even more exhausting than fighting with a practitioner of Half-step Inch Strength.

With the assistance of Zhou Xingxing, they gently propped up Zhao Pu, allowing him to lie down smoothly.

Cheng Lanyan and others watched, their hearts tight with extreme tension.

But they did not dare to say a word, fearing they would disturb Li Changlin and Zhao Pu.

Once Zhao Pu was lying down steadily, Li Changlin sat on the edge of the bed and started to tap on various acupuncture points on his body.

Activating life’s potential is not as simple as just saying it.

If Zhou Xingxing were to do it at this moment, even if he could proficiently perform the Returning Yang Nine Needles, he probably wouldn’t be able to achieve success like Li Changlin did.

Because the most significant requirement for using the Returning Yang Nine Needles is the need for an endless supply of Internal Qi.

Li Changlin practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art; his Internal Qi was undoubtedly the best for activating the potential of life.

Moreover, with the Power of Six Dragons within him, his robust Internal Qi could well withstand such expenditure.

But even so, it was an exhausting ordeal for Li Changlin.

After the last acupuncture point on Zhao Pu was stimulated, his life potential was finally fully activated.

For a moment, the life force aura around Zhao Pu stabilized, and the cardiograph monitoring equipment displayed a steady, no longer declining graph of his vital signs.

"Zhao Pu!" Seeing this scene, Cheng Lanyan covered her mouth and began to cry softly.

At the same moment, Ya’er also had tears of joy streaming down her face.

As for Li Changlin, he was so drained that he almost collapsed on the hospital bed.

Stimulating three hundred and sixty acupuncture points in succession, maintaining the same force for each one, not only took a massive toll on his mental strength but also subjected him to an immense amount of pressure.

Now that the move was completed, it was as if he had indeed struggled against fate itself, winning Zhao Pu an hour of life.

However, this was not the end, for the current measures had only granted Zhao Pu one additional hour of life.

An hour would pass, and Zhao Pu would still face death in the end.

Having paid such a heavy price, Li Changlin naturally did not want to see Brother Pu die.

So now, he had to continue drawing lots!

As long as he could draw the Blue Bottle Potion, he would be able to save Brother Pu.

Struggling to stand up from the sickbed, as Li Changlin wobbled, Zhou Xingxing hurriedly approached to support him, anxiously calling out, "Changlin, are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Li Changlin waved his hand and then turned to look at the sickbed, saying with relief, "Fortunately, I’ve managed to buy some time."

"Changlin, thank you. Is Zhao Pu going to be alright?" Beside him, Cheng Lanyan wiped away her tears, her face showing a hopeful expression.

Li Changlin shook his head and said: "Not yet, Brother Pu’s condition is still severe. Just now, I only used a secret technique to delay Brother Pu’s life by one hour. I need to contact my Sect immediately to see if there’s still a chance."

Li Changlin could not reveal the secret of his mobile phone; firstly, it was too fantastical, and others might not believe it if he did tell.

Secondly, Li Changlin did not wish to expose his secrets.

Hearing this, Cheng Lanyan’s face turned grim again.

Li Changlin hurriedly said: "Sister-in-law, don’t panic, I will definitely contact the Sect, and I believe they will have a way to save Brother Pu. Let’s not disturb Brother Pu now, I’ve already sealed his sleep acupoint, let him rest well for a bit. Once I’ve contacted the Sect elders, I will certainly save Brother Pu!"

"Yes, I believe you!" Cheng Lanyan nodded, now she could only place all her hope on Li Changlin.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Li Changlin forced a smile and said, "I’ll go outside to make a call then. If anything happens, just come out and call for me."

"Understood, Changlin, thank you," Cheng Lanyan bowed to Li Changlin, while Ya’er also softly said, "Brother Changlin, you must save Brother Pu."

"Don’t worry, I will make it happen!" Li Changlin nodded firmly and then turned to leave the sickroom.

Once in the corridor, he quickly took out his phone and entered the System.

Li Changlin first checked the System’s Popularity Points; currently, there were over sixteen million points in the System, and considering it takes five hundred thousand points to draw once, it meant he could draw thirty-two more times.

Li Changlin clenched his teeth, opened the shop to buy a Lucky Bread, and then clicked to use it.

Time was of the essence. Using the Lucky Bread was tantamount to sacrificing two more drawing opportunities. Now he was left with thirty draws. Li Changlin couldn’t afford to waste time and promptly started the draw.

Whir-whir-whir.

The spinner spun rapidly, and one chest after the other dropped into the Storage Box. Li Changlin had no time to check nor to watch; his only thought was to exhaust all his drawing chances, then open all the chests at once.

It was a choice out of necessity: firstly, the Lucky Bread’s effect had a time limit, and secondly, Li Changlin aimed to save as much time as possible.

Zhao Pu had only one hour left to live; Li Changlin couldn’t afford to waste any time.

Still, even so, after thirteen draws, the five minutes of lucky time had already passed.

As he faced the remaining seventeen draws, Li Changlin was extremely conflicted at this moment.