Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 166: The Ghost Hand Reappears

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: The Ghost Hand Reappears

The Lightning Marten scurried close to the half-man-tall grass, shrieking sharply towards the front, no longer advancing, seemingly waiting for Fang Bai to come over.

Fang Bai proceeded cautiously, peering through the gaps in the grass, he could vaguely make out a figure. The person’s clothes were tattered, their breathing faint, as if they were in a state of unconsciousness.

Once Fang Bai was sure that the person posed no threat to him, he swept over to the individual’s side.

The person was sprawled in the grass, with several deep cuts and sword wounds that seemed quite serious.

Fortunately, it appeared that the person knew some medical skills. They had chewed up some freshly picked herbs and applied them to their wounds, otherwise they would have died from excessive blood loss by now.

Fang Bai extended his toe and gently nudged the person, flipping their body over to face upwards.

"Hm, how come it’s him?"

As Fang Bai’s gaze swept over the person’s face, his eyebrows furrowed.

The man was slightly older than Fang Bai, with features that could still be considered handsome. However, there seemed to be a sword cut on the left cheek, creating an inch-long wound with blood that was not yet dry, making his appearance somewhat fierce.

In an instant, Fang Bai recognized the young man as Ghost Hand, a disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley.

At the Fuhu Mountain fight over the Heaven Level Martial Artist’s legacy, Ghost Hand and Fang Bai had met once. At that time, Fang Bai had even given Ghost Hand a sharp dagger and two Heaven Level Techniques.

During yesterday’s treasure hunt in the Heavenly Pit, many from the Semi-Hidden Sect had appeared, but there was no sign of any Myriad Medicine Valley disciples. Fang Bai had thought that after receiving the two Heaven Level Techniques, Ghost Hand had offered them to his sect and that all disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley were immersing themselves in dedicated cultivation. Yet, unexpectedly, he found Ghost Hand here.

As to why Ghost Hand was here or how he had sustained such serious injuries, Fang Bai was not sure.

Ghost Hand was a disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley, a force within the Semi-Hidden Sect that could not be taken lightly. Whoever had injured Ghost Hand to this extent must be a very powerful opponent, or perhaps even an entire faction.

Fang Bai had a good impression of Ghost Hand, and since they had a past acquaintance, he did not leave him to die. He knelt down to examine Ghost Hand’s injuries.

The several critical wounds on Ghost Hand’s body, though not fatal, meant that if he continued to lie there unconscious, he would eventually meet his end in the Underworld.

Fang Bai took out a several-hundred-year-old ginseng from his Spatial Ring, broke off a piece the size of his fingernail, and stuffed it into Ghost Hand’s mouth to hang on to life. Then, using the water and wood needles from the Five Elements Acupuncture Set, he began to treat Ghost Hand.

Half an hour later, Ghost Hand’s throat moved slowly, and his eyelids fluttered a few times, finally waking from his unconscious state.

"Ah... Am I... already dead?"

Ghost Hand’s eyes moved around, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, murmuring to himself in a low voice.

"Nonsense, if you were dead, what you’d be seeing would be the gloomy expanse of the Underworld, not blue skies and sunshine," Fang Bai said, and lightly patted Ghost Hand on the head.

Ghost Hand felt a surge of True Yuan enter his body, refreshing his spirit, and giving him a bit of strength as he struggled to sit up.

"You... you are..."

Back at Fuhu Mountain during the scramble for the Heaven Level Martial Artist’s legacy, Fang Bai had been wearing a fierce ghost mask, so Ghost Hand did not recognize him.

"I saved your life, aren’t you going to thank me promptly?"

Fang Bai said with a smile.

Upon hearing Fang Bai’s voice, Ghost Hand’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he exclaimed, "It’s you!"

"You recognize me?"

"Back on Fuhu Mountain..."

"That’s right, the man wearing the mask was me."

Seeing that Ghost Hand had recognized him just by his voice, Fang Bai couldn’t help but silently admire his amazing memory.

Ghost Hand was severely injured, but most of his wounds were external, and though they looked shocking, they weren’t life-threatening.

After Fang Bai’s meticulous treatment, he was no longer in critical condition, and with some rest, he would be able to recover fully.

Ghost Hand was grateful for Fang Bai’s life-saving grace and also felt deep admiration and respect for Fang Bai’s superb medical skills.

He knew his own injuries well; under normal treatment, he would have to lie in bed honestly for at least ten days or half a month, unable to sit up and talk as he could now. Yet Fang Bai had enabled him to do so in just a short moment.

This kind of medical skill was beyond belief and filled him with awe.

During the struggle for the Heaven Level martial artist’s relic on Fuhu Mountain, Ghost Hand had witnessed Fang Bai’s formidable power, but he had not expected Fang Bai’s medical skills to be so exquisite as well.

Being a disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley, Ghost Hand himself knew medical skills, but he understood that if Fang Bai were the one injured and he were to treat him, Fang Bai would still be unconscious for half a day before waking up. Without three to five days, Fang Bai would not be able to sit up at all.

From this, it could be inferred that when it came to medical skills, Ghost Hand’s were far inferior to Fang Bai’s.

"Tell me, how did you get so badly hurt? And how did you end up here?"

Fang Bai sat down on a clean rock next to Ghost Hand and asked casually.

Ghost Hand glanced at the Lightning Mink perched on Fang Bai’s shoulder, thinking the fluffy little creature was just Fang Bai’s pet and didn’t pay it any mind. He sighed and said, "This matter has to start with that incident at Fuhu Mountain when we fought for the Heaven Level treasure... Alas..."

A look of furious sorrow crossed his face, followed by a deep sigh, "After the battle at Mount Youhu, I and a few surviving fellow disciples returned to Myriad Medicine Valley. We handed over a dagger and two Cultivation Techniques, a total of three Heaven Level martial artist relics, to the Valley Master and received his praise and rewards."

"After that, the Valley Master and the senior members of Myriad Medicine Valley began to seclude themselves to comprehend the two Heaven Level Techniques. My surviving fellow disciples and I, due to our meritorious services, were also given special permission by the Valley Master to study the Techniques together."

"At that time, the entire Myriad Medicine Valley was immersed in extreme excitement, with nearly all disciples believing that as long as someone could understand the Heaven Level Techniques, they could lead Myriad Medicine Valley to rise powerfully to become the foremost among the Semi-Hidden Sects, even competing with the true Hidden Sects."

"Having obtained the Heaven Level martial artist’s relics, we inevitably became somewhat arrogant, and due to this, the entire valley let its guard down. But no one expected that a conspiracy against Myriad Medicine Valley would suddenly descend upon us..."

"That night, when most disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley had already gone to rest, suddenly, hundreds of mysterious martial artists with wrapped heads and masked faces, wielding swords, burst in from all directions into Myriad Medicine Valley, catching us off guard."

"Although the disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley fought back with all their might, the enemy was stronger and outnumbered us by double; we were no match for them. Within just one short hour, more than half of the disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley were either injured or killed, with the more alert ones hiding early on."

"In the end, those mysterious martial artists broke into the Valley Master Hall. At that time, I, the Valley Master, and a dozen senior members of Myriad Medicine Valley were inside the hall, studying the Heaven Level Techniques. Seeing the enemy approaching, we had to abandon our Cultivation Method and confront them head-on, but ultimately we were overwhelmed by their sheer numbers, suffering heavy casualties..."

As he spoke, Ghost Hand became emotionally agitated, his fists clenched tightly, and a furious light blazed in his eyes.