Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 164 - 143 Life and Death Impermanence, Despair and Hope (Request for Subscription, Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 164: Chapter 143 Life and Death Impermanence, Despair and Hope (Request for Subscription, Request for Monthly Pass)

Some various tasks needed to be set aside for now.

Mother’s illness was urgent.

Zhou Ping’an looked at the "Impermanence Needle Technique" he had cultivated to the Second Level "Passing Vitality" and without hesitation, began to burn his Mind Wish Power Silk Threads.

This time, perhaps because his soul had become stronger and purer, the sensation when operating the Karmic Fire Red Lotus Visualization Method felt even more subtle and profound.

Even when his brain was overclocking, that slight worry began to fade away.

The feeling was very clear.

It was simply that his soul had grown stronger and could carry more of the fire of incense burning, making its operation more effortless.

Red Lotus Burning Heart, the mind appeared more translucent.

Of the remaining thirteen hundred or so Mind Threads, Zhou Ping’an burned as many as eight hundred, leaving over five hundred as a reserve to prevent accidents, so they could be used for lifesaving emergencies.

Four minutes.

It seemed short, but in Zhou Ping’an’s mind, time seemed infinitely stretched.

All sorts of spiritual lights leaped to his mind one by one.

Some knowledge that he initially didn’t understand or was uncertain about spontaneously emerged and precisely solved some of the difficulties encountered in the Impermanence Needle Technique.

A red Karmic Fire Lotus slowly rotated, and various pieces of knowledge transformed again into skills he could understand and learn, delicately integrating into his body.

They turned into things most suited to his instincts.

The long silver needle as thin as a strand of hair held by Zhou Ping’an oscillated into a circle at times, at times it spouted countless specks of starlight, twisting and spiraling, slicing through the air silently...

Vitality and Death Qi merged perfectly and organically on the needle, forming various operational patterns containing wondrous capabilities.

Life and death divided equally, Yin and Yang balanced.

Life dominated at seventy percent, death at thirty percent, minor Yang thriving, mysterious gates gushing with blood...

Death dominating at sixty percent, life at forty percent, calming the mind and soul, all evils scatter!

In just those short four minutes, Zhou Ping’an played with the Life and Death Energies on a thin silver needle.

He finally felt as though everything was under control.

The Life and Death Impermanence Needle also reached the great achievement of the Sixth Level.

Only one level away from completion.

However, at that moment, the eight hundred Mind Wish Power Threads had already burned out, and that omnipotent divine state immediately dissipated.

A strong sense of loss suddenly surged in Zhou Ping’an’s heart.

He closed his eyes and took more than ten deep breaths to dispel this feeling.

Every time after operating the Visualization Technique and burning Heart Thoughts, he would feel this way; he was already used to it and could quickly discard any wrong perceptions about himself and return to reality.

Experiencing the unique efficacy of the Sixth Level "Life and Death Impermanence Needle," Zhou Ping’an clicked his tongue in light praise twice.

’This stage, known as "Meng Po Potion," is indeed interesting; the oscillation of vitality and death Qi makes one forget worries, cut off worldly thoughts, abandon the past, and be reborn anew.’

’This is not only about healing physical illnesses but also dispels and heals mental damages, enabling a person’s mind to be agile, spirit to be lively, and to be filled with love for life.’

The philosophy of the Impermanence Needle, by this stage, had already begun to touch upon philosophical speculation.

It believed that in a person’s life, whether mundane and ordinary or filled with grand turmoil, there would always be some inevitabilities.

Whether it be the body or the soul.

Accumulated scars, with the passing of time, become ever newer and harder to control.

A Life and Death Unpredictable Needle technique and a bowl of Meng Po Potion could cleanse a person thoroughly, leaving no burden at all, giving them a new lease on life.

This level of needle technique had already touched upon the realm of soul transformation.

As one could see,

Lishan Sect, known in another world as one of the Seven Great Sects, indeed had an extraordinary heritage.

Although it couldn’t compare to the Four Immortals Sect or the Three Buddha Sect, it was still a very famous major force in the world.

If the Impermanence Needle Technique reached the seventh level, "Pond of Rebirth," this technique would also reach completion.

To bring back the dead might still be an exaggeration, but, generally speaking, any non-fatal injury or disease could be cured, no matter what.

It could truly be considered a premier medical skill...

The needle technique achieved great accomplishment.

Zhou Ping’an cheerfully found his mother.

It was time for that damned radiation illness to go to hell.

It had tormented Mother Zhou for over twenty years,

and had always kept the family strapped for cash, living very uncomfortably.

This illness was not only a shadow over the whole Zhou family but also a wound deep in Zhou Ping’an’s heart that was exceedingly difficult to heal.

...

Ouyang Qin had always cherished her job in the Police Security Bureau’s Third Group.

The team leader was a very kind person.

The team members were also quite united and seldom engaged in unnecessary and messy intrigues.

Especially since there were mostly men in the group, they took extra care of the few women like Miao Miao, hardly ever reprimanding them, hence Ouyang Qin was always full of energy every day.

Not only did she manage the archives room, but she also served as a clerk, organizing documents and cleaning up the big office of the team members on regular days. She even took the initiative to clean the team leader’s office and the chief’s meeting room without feeling it burdensome.

Of course, she sometimes envied another female colleague in the team, Chen Guo, for her job.

She felt that the other just maintained weapons and equipment and spent other times half-lying down playing with her cellphone, which almost felt like early retirement and leisure, extremely comfortable.

But, despite her envy, Ouyang Qin did not grow jealous or hope to replace her.

Weapons maintenance was a job requiring special expertise, and Chen Guo, who had undergone professional training, naturally had a different skill set compared to her, a novice.

"I really owe Uncle Wu. If it weren’t for his help, I might not even have been able to join the Police Special Action Group, let alone have been driven to a dead end by that fat jerk."

Thinking of that fat jerk,

Ouyang Qin felt fortunate once again that she had met good people, escaped workplace distress, and had even found a job with a decent salary...

"Where’s Uncle Wu?"

Thinking of Wu Shi, Ouyang Qin felt a bit puzzled. Earlier, when everyone was returning, hadn’t Uncle Wu said he needed her to organize the action report urgently for submission?

It was said that Wu Shi had finally shed his "coward" label, bravely following Chief Zhou into the tiger’s den, killing many criminals under his gun, and had made great achievements.

Ouyang Qin was delighted.

She thought that she would definitely polish his report well later, making Uncle Wu’s resume look even better.

She also heard a bit of news.

Because of this merit, the team leader seemed likely to be promoted, and Chief Zhou would also get promoted to inspector and might take over as leader of the Third Group. So, perhaps an opportunity was coming for Uncle Wu as well.

"You mentioned Uncle Wu, he rushed to the hospital earlier, apparently Chengkang Hospital called about his daughter’s situation; I’m not sure what it’s about, and he wouldn’t say..."

Team member Zhang Xilin was writing a report.

He looked up to respond upon hearing this.

Zhang Xilin was also a new police officer recruited in the last two years.

Most of the members of Team Three were.

An incident three years ago had resulted in many deaths and several transfers.

The only ones who really stayed in Team Three, other than Tang Tang, were hardly two others.

Moreover, with Wu Shi unwilling to mention his family matters or speak of the past from three years ago, the team knew little about his daughter’s situation.

Ouyang Qin happened to know.

To thank Wu Shi for helping her find a job, she had even brought a fruit basket and visited the young girl lying in the hospital bed.

She also felt pity for a long time.

"It can’t be that something happened to Lele."

Ouyang Qin dropped her broom, her expression grim. She stopped talking to Zhang Xilin, grabbed her bag, left the Police Security Third Team, and took a cab to Chengkang Hospital.

...

"Doctor, there’s still hope, my daughter still has a chance, right?"

Wu Shi’s eyes were full of tears, his voice heartbreaking, like that of a dying old wolf.

"Transfer hospitals, yes, go to the First People’s Hospital, go to Linhai..."

He paced around the hospital room, his eyes bloodshot, his hands flustered.

The hospital had called earlier saying his daughter, little Lele, was running out of vitality, her breathing getting weaker and even her heartbeat had stopped for a while.

The signs were already very clear.

There wasn’t much time left.

The attending doctor was a kindly looking old man in his fifties, his white hair attesting to his experience. However, it was because of this, when he hinted at giving up, Wu Shi found it especially hard to bear.

His seventy-year-old mother, having just heard the news, nearly fell ill herself and was now resting in the next room, crying. Wu Shi felt as though the skies had darkened, completely uncertain of what to do.

"It’s all my fault, my fault for not being careful in those years, Doctor Zhang, please try and save her one more time. Lele is still young, I promised to take her to the amusement park, to ride the roller coaster, and I haven’t done so yet..."

The tough man’s knees weakened, nearly bringing him to the floor.

"Sigh..."

Every time he saw the relatives of patients so helpless.

Zhang Handong, though his heart had grown as hard as stone through his practice, and despite being used to partings at the edge of life, still felt his heart wrench at the sight.

The most painful thing in this world was to have hope only to be disappointed again.

Three years ago, if the little girl had just passed away, without hope, he wondered if it might have been better.

He looked at the little girl on the bed, devoid of any color, and glanced at the mighty man broken by life, sighing again.

Some things needed to be said.

He knew this man was from Dongjiang Special Combat Team Three, police security.

He also knew that this man’s salary wasn’t really high, not only did he have to provide for his family, but he also had to support the hefty hospital and medical bills for his daughter...

Zhang Handong supported Wu Shi, bit his lip, thinking it better to face the long pain rather than prolong it and decided to speak straightforwardly.

"Although Chengkang Hospital is a public hospital, it’s top-notch in surgery in Dongjiang.

The First People’s Hospital is better in internal medicine, but transferring there won’t be of much use for Lele’s condition."

"As for the hospitals in Linhai, while they do have better resources and several specialists in neurology, I’ll be straightforward with you, on one hand, it’s difficult to transfer there; on the other, my colleagues there aren’t necessarily stronger than me."

He implied with nuance.

He couldn’t say it too clearly.

But he believed that Wu Shi would understand.

Zhang Handong, in medicine or rather in neurosurgery, indeed had confidence.

A top hospital in Linhai had tried to poach him several times, offering extremely generous terms.

But he never agreed.

It wasn’t for any other reason.

His hometown, his youth, all were here, always here.

Here was where his loved ones and memorable affairs were, and he was willing to contribute more to his homeland.

This is why he didn’t even go to the First People’s Hospital but stayed in this public hospital, heading neurosurgery, and had done so for over twenty years.

When black hair turned to white, as time slowly passed, Zhang Handong still harbored regrets.

If only his skills had been greater, perhaps the regrets of the past wouldn’t have occurred, and he might have been able to save this poor girl.

Unfortunately, human effort sometimes reaches its limits.

It doesn’t shift according to human will...

"Lele..."

Wu Shi covered his mouth tightly, feeling helpless and desolate.

He had to accept reality.

Lying to himself was useless; Linhai was too far, the journey risky, and it was difficult to transport a patient.

To request those experts to come for a consultation was indeed difficult.

In fact, even if they came, it wouldn’t be of much use.

He knew Dr. Zhang’s level, this man was considered a leading surgeon in the southeast.

If Dr. Zhang couldn’t perform the surgery or save a life, then basically, no doctor in all of Zhuxia would confidently claim they could save her.

"Uncle Wu, don’t be sad, quick, go find the police chief, he can save her."

"Police chief? What police chief..."

Even submerged in profound grief, Wu Shi still maintained a level of vigilance.

Seeing Ouyang Qin and hearing the words ’police chief’, pulled his thoughts back.

"Zhou Ping’an, Chief Zhou, early this morning, I saw Mother Zhou outside, her radiation sickness had healed. According to what the team leader said, it seems Chief Zhou treated her with acupuncture."

Ouyang Qin’s voice was rushed, talking very fast, like a rapid-firing cannon: "Uncle Wu, think about it, Mother Zhou had terminal radiation sickness. The hospital had said, unless it’s with pricey gene restoration solution, no matter how many other ways are tried, it’s only delaying the inevitable.

Not to mention getting out of bed, just easing the pain would already be impressive, but this morning, I truly saw Mother Zhou walking briskly, radiant, even going house hunting with the team leader."

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