Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 292: Taking Advantage of Vulnerability

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Taking Advantage of Vulnerability

Fang Bai let out a "haha" and patted the little girl’s head, blinking as he said, "What do you think?"

"I bet it is. Otherwise, how could Uncle have cured Daddy so quickly?"

The little girl said earnestly.

At this moment, Fang Bai had become more than just a celestial being in the little girl’s heart; even Wang Miaomiao began to harbor the same notion.

To Wang Miaomiao, if it hadn’t been for Fang Bai’s intervention, it was likely that none of the dozen seriously injured people at the scene would have survived; yet now, under Fang Bai’s skillful hands, they were not only all conscious but also seemed to be in high spirits.

If one had not witnessed it with their own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that these people were, just moments ago, gasping for life, critically injured, and even in a moribund state.

Every time Fang Bai finished treating a patient, Wang Miaomiao would rub her eyes vigorously, even pinching herself hard, to remind her that this might not be a dream.

"There are plenty of doctors in the world who, with just a slight achievement, are hailed by people as ’Divine Doctor,’ yet they don’t realize that compared to the man before them, it’s simply a huge joke. Only this man truly deserves the title ’Divine Doctor’!"

Wang Miaomiao felt a wave of emotion and a growing reverence for Fang Bai.

Although Ye Wumei had known Fang Bai for a long time, she had never seen him use such almost mystical methods. Her beautiful eyes shone brightly, her tender feelings intensified, and she truly wanted to rush forward, hold him tight, and give him a fierce kiss.

"Uncle isn’t an Immortal now, but one day in the future, he definitely will be!"

Upon hearing the little girl’s words, Fang Bai smiled again, but his heart felt a slight pang.

Back in the day, he was the mighty Immortal Emperor who dominated the nine domains of the Immortal Realm, far beyond the comparison of ordinary immortals. Yet afterwards, his physical body was destroyed, his Primordial Spirit severely damaged, and he had nearly perished, nearly vanishing between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, fate had not abandoned him, and no one could have imagined that the body he had taken over, seemingly ordinary, was in fact the Chaos True Body, a rarity for ages—a blessing in disguise.

With his unique and unparalleled constitution, combined with countless Cultivation Methods in his mind, Fang Bai was confident he would return to the Immortal Realm and embark on his path of vengeance.

After consoling the little girl and her family, with the help of Wang Miaomiao and Ye Wumei, Fang Bai rescued the rest of the trapped passengers one by one from the coach.

Fang Bai personally treated those with serious injuries, while Wang Miaomiao took care of those with minor injuries.

Watching the coach being torn apart by Fang Bai’s hands, and one passenger after another being rescued, the eyes of the traffic cops and those injured passengers at the scene nearly popped out of their sockets, their hearts filled with shock.

They could not fathom where Fang Bai had gotten such immense strength, or whether his hands were truly made of flesh and blood.

If someone had taken out their cell phone and captured this astonishing process, spreading it around, it would have certainly caused a huge sensation.

Alas, everyone at the scene was too stunned to think of that.

After treating many seriously injured people, Fang Bai’s True Yuan was greatly depleted. Although he was not as exhausted as he had been when treating Su Linglong’s brain tumor, he was still exhausted. He simply sat down cross-legged by the side of the road and began to circulate his Cultivation Technique to recuperate.

Ye Wumei saw the weary look on his face and could not help feeling a bit heartbroken; she stood by his side to guard him, preventing anyone from disturbing him.

A few minutes later, the ambulance finally arrived with its siren blaring, taking the injured to a nearby hospital for treatment.

The medical personnel who rushed over with the ambulance were unaware that if it hadn’t been for Fang Bai’s timely action, they would have been returning with many critically wounded, most of whom they would not possibly have been able to save, which would have greatly increased the death toll from the accident.

Of course, thanks to Fang Bai’s prior instructions, Ye Wumei, Wang Miaomiao, and the traffic policemen at the scene did not disclose Fang Bai’s life-saving actions.

While everyone in the world wanted to be famous and enjoy both fame and wealth, Fang Bai still preferred a low-profile life; otherwise, he would have been so entangled in worldly matters that he wouldn’t have had time for Cultivation.

Pursuing the ultimate path and seeking eternal life was Fang Bai’s true desire.

Unswayed by worldly temptations and steadfast in his original intent, Fang Bai’s experiences through countless trials in his previous life were the fundamental reason he became the Invincible Immortal Emperor.

Soon, all the injured were sent to nearby hospitals for emergency treatment, and personnel from the relevant departments also arrived one after another, cleaning up the car accident scene in an orderly and tense manner.

Fang Bai concentrated his mind, circulated his cultivation technique, and entered a self-forgetting, ethereal state where his depleted True Yuan rapidly recovered.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Just at that moment, two cold lights suddenly shot out from the northern side of the highway, from atop a hill, streaking towards the recuperating Fang Bai and Ye Wumei, who stood by Fang Bai’s side.

Following that, two silhouettes like Dapeng spreading wings, swooped down from the hilltop, pouncing towards Fang Bai and Ye Wumei.

The speed was so fast that they were almost catching up with the cold lights.

The two cold lights were two throwing darts.

The two silhouettes were two women.

The darts, under the sunlight, reflected a ghostly green gleam, and in the eyes of a martial artist like Wang Miaomiao, who hailed from a medical background, it was clear that they were dipped in deadly poison.

Both women were dressed in tight black leather suits that outlined their explosive figures, and as they plunged from the hilltop, their long black hair whipped and danced in the wind.

The women’s faces were covered with pink skull masks which, in broad daylight, gave off an eerie feeling.

The throwing darts, fast as lightning, made a piercing noise as they cut through the air, and in an instant, they shot right in front of Fang Bai and Ye Wumei.

Although Ye Wumei was by then a mid-level Yellow Level martial artist, firstly the darts were too fast, and secondly she had too little actual combat experience. By the time she sensed danger and thought to dodge, the darts were already upon her.

In the nick of time, Fang Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze bursting with sharpness, and a touch of anger flashed across his expression.

Fang Bai had just continuously performed acupuncture treatment, losing a vast amount of True Yuan, leaving him at barely one-tenth or two-tenths of his peak strength, the weakest he had been, when the two black-clad women suddenly launched their attack, clearly aiming to strike while he was vulnerable.

However, the two black-clad women clearly underestimated Fang Bai’s strength.

Fang Bai’s cultivation level was equivalent to an Earth Level martial artist of this world’s Ancient Martial World. Although he was indeed at his weakest point, the remnants of his strength lingered; he was not someone who could be easily dealt with.

As the darts neared and the situation became perilous, Fang Bai’s face turned abruptly red. He tapped into his body’s potential through a special cultivation technique and, with unbelievable speed, moved two meters to the right, not only dodging the dart aimed at him but also swiftly wrapping his arms around Ye Wumei’s slender, soft waist, pulling her aside with him.

The two darts, shooting past where they just stood, landed in the deep gorge on the southern side of the highway.

"That was close!"

Ye Wumei only then regained her senses and let out a silent sigh of relief, realizing that her back was covered in a cold sweat.

Kill—

Kill—

Although Fang Bai and Ye Wumei had narrowly dodged the darts, the two black-clad women had already descended from the hilltop, fiercely pouncing towards them with sharp and sinister killing cries.

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