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Chapter 260: The Miracle of the Ancestor

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: The Miracle of the Ancestor

The Medicine Talisman is even more difficult to draw than ordinary talismans.

When drawing the talisman, medicinal qi from the herbs must be incorporated into the talisman.

But the medicinal qi needs to be refined.

Most people can’t do it.

It’s like soaking a regular Yellow Talisman in water and hoping to cure diseases – it’s completely fake.

And because there is so much fakery, people have come to believe that Medicine Talismans are not real.

Little do they know, real Medicine Talismans are extraordinarily difficult to create and require the refining of a significant amount of medicinal qi.

Once the medicinal qi has been refined, the herbs lose their efficacy, essentially having been used and becoming waste.

It is time-consuming and fraught with difficulties.

Yet the Medicine Talisman that comes out of this grueling process has the power to bring the dead back to life and mend their bones.

When his master mentioned this to him in the past, Xia Xin always thought it was impossible for them to be so miraculous.

The notion of refining medicinal qi seemed completely fantastical, simply not real.

But, unexpectedly...

He saw it with his own eyes today.

Xia Xin watched intently.

After Jiangli took out the medicine pill, he forcefully and crudely pried open Fan Siguo’s mouth and shoved the pill in.

Xia Xin gasped in shock.

Indeed, the ancient methods remain as straightforward as ever.

Fortunately, it was just a small pill.

Otherwise, being stuffed in like that would certainly have choked Fan Siguo to death.

As Xia Xin was thinking this, he saw Jiangli extend his right hand, his middle finger and index finger together like a knife, and he tapped several times on various parts of Fan Siguo’s body.

Looking at where she tapped...

Xia Xin was puzzled. Could it be acupressure?

"Has the ambulance you called not arrived yet?" Jiangli withdrew his hand, looked up at Xia Xin, and urged.

Xia Xin came back to his senses, "It should be here soon."

Jiangli stood up: "Better be quick. If we get him to the hospital, there might still be a chance. I’ve used a Blood-Replenishing Talisman on him, coupled with acupressure to stop the bleeding and preserve his heart meridian – that should save his life."

"Abbot, my, my husband..." Wu Mei heard this and looked at Jiangli with tearful hope.

Jiangli’s expression was placid as he said, "I’ve done my best. The rest is in heaven’s hands."

Wu Mei froze, and then understanding Jiangli’s words, she burst into uncontrollable weeping.

Jiangli’s words were straightforward.

She had done all she could, but whether Fan Siguo would survive depended on his own fate.

Xia Xin watched the grieving Wu Mei with a sigh in his heart.

But this was an unavoidable situation.

People have their fortunes and misfortunes. The ancient ancestor had warned Fan Siguo.

But Fan Siguo didn’t believe it.

Even if something really did happen, they could only say that it was his fate.

Xia Xin could only console Wu Mei in a low voice.

Whether it would be effective, no one could say.

Fortunately, after waiting for not even two minutes, the ambulance arrived.

When the medics carrying the stretcher came in, they were taken aback by all the blood on the ground.

Experienced emergency doctors, seeing the amount of blood loss, were inclined to shake their heads – such a massive blood loss usually meant no hope...

He sighed and, noticing the pleading look of the relatives nearby, the doctors went to check anyway.

Strangely enough...

Fan Siguo was still alive.

His breathing was weak, but steady.

It seemed he shouldn’t be in serious trouble.

This situation...

The doctors truly hadn’t expected it.

They exchanged glances, and all were somewhat amazed.

Such a great amount of blood loss, an adult would likely not survive.

Unless the blood here belonged to two people?

The doctors were skeptical, but now was not the time for such thoughts.

Fan Siguo needed urgent treatment, so they hurried to put him on the stretcher.

Fan Siguo had been lying face down on the ground, covered in blood, and his injuries were indistinct.

When the medics put him on the stretcher, they turned him over.

All over Fan Siguo’s body...

There were knife wounds.

From top to bottom, there must have been six or seven slashes, with wounds on his hands and legs as well.

Upon seeing this, Wu Mei’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.

Luckily, the ambulance was already there to take her and Fan Siguo to the hospital together.