RYEY -Chapter 446 Medical Skills Upgraded

Cheng Qiao ignored the gyrfalcon. After washing its eyes a few more times, it would be fine. She also ignored the fact that several deep gashes had split open on her fingers from gripping the feathers too hard.

What she was worried about was Uncle Lata. With a flash, she left the space and saw Uncle Lata using an Immortal-Binding Rope to restrain the ability-using agent.

As for the assistant who’d been poisoned by her, he lay on the ground howling in pain. He’d only been focused on the giant bird and never imagined there was someone riding on it—someone who would scatter poison at him.

“Cheng Qiao…”

The assistant instantly realized who had set him up. Who else besides Cheng Qiao had such potent powders? And besides, where had that bird and Cheng Qiao suddenly disappeared to?

Hu Lata had sharp eyes and had long noticed Cheng Qiao on the gyrfalcon. Joy surged in his heart, along with amazement. As expected of the medical saint—her tools were always strange and varied.

Hu Lata had originally been meditating inside a tree hollow when he was ambushed in secret at a critical moment. His qi was disrupted, and his vital points were injured.

Yet Hu Lata was no ordinary man. Even with his life in danger, he still managed to injure one ability user. Another saw things going badly and tried to flee—but Hu Lata was one step faster.

Staring at the man blocking his way, the agent was so rattled he could hardly think straight. Only then did he finally remember that he still had a gun in his hand. When he saw the gun, Hu Lata brushed his chest and said, “So it was you who fired the shot.”

Hu Lata wanted to use his ability to take the agent out, but the man was too far away, and he wasn’t confident that his speed was faster than a bullet.

What’s more, the other agent with special abilities was only injured, not dead. At such a critical moment, Cheng Qiao appearing before them riding the Haidong Qing was truly an unexpected delight.

“Uncle Lata, how are you?”

“Cheng Qiao, I…”

Seeing Cheng Qiao arrive, Hu Lata hurriedly used the last of his true qi to take out the Immortal Binding Rope and tied up the agent with special abilities. Once he finished doing that, he was completely exhausted.

When Cheng Qiao saw the large patch of blood-red on Hu Lata’s chest, she immediately knew where he was hurt. She quickly took out gauze and disinfectant powder, preparing to stop the bleeding and disinfect the wound.

But the moment her hand touched the blood flowing from Hu Lata’s wound, a sharp pain shot through her. The original wound suddenly widened and actually began to suck in Hu Lata’s blood.

Cheng Qiao was horrified. She wasn’t some kind of monster—how could she be absorbing someone else’s blood? She tried to pull her hand away, only to find that it was firmly stuck to the wound and she couldn’t move it at all.

Hu Lata also found this strange, but he had no guard against Cheng Qiao whatsoever. After a few breaths of time, the bleeding from his wound stopped on its own, completely eliminating the need for further hemostasis.

Feeling that her hand could move again, Cheng Qiao immediately sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder on the wound and applied gauze, then treated the wound on his back in the same way.

Only then did she take Hu Lata’s hand and check his pulse. The moment her fingers touched his wrist, the entire condition of Hu Lata’s body appeared before her eyes.

Startled, Cheng Qiao immediately withdrew her fingers, and the images vanished. She steadied her mind—could it be that her space had upgraded? She hadn’t entered the space for a long time, but she hadn’t noticed anything unusual when she went in earlier.

However, now was not the time to investigate the space. She placed her delicate fingers on his pulse again, and sure enough, every wound on Hu Lata’s body became crystal clear to her.

Either the attacker’s aim was poor, or Uncle Lata had dodged in time—the bullet had grazed past the edge of his heart. Although it left two large holes in his body, as long as the wounds were disinfected and bandaged in time, he would be fine.

The real danger was the chaotic qi raging through his body. Previously, he still had some true qi to suppress it, but now that all his true qi was exhausted, Hu Lata could be killed by the rampaging energy at any moment.

A Rebirth Pill appeared in Cheng Qiao’s hand, and she fed it into Hu Lata’s mouth. The pill dissolved upon contact with saliva and was soon swallowed.

The wild energy inside his body immediately slowed down. Hu Lata slowly opened his eyes, nodded at Cheng Qiao in gratitude, then closed them again and began to meditate—his movements identical to how Li Huan meditated.

Cheng Qiao walked over to the agent and greeted him with a warm smile.

“Assistant Director, are you doing okay?”

“Okay my ass. What the hell did you sprinkle on me?”

“Oh, it’s a newly developed poison powder of mine called Numbing Powder. Do you feel completely weak, painfully numb all over? Without my antidote, you’ll stay numb until you lose all sensation.”

The agent closed his eyes. Back then, the intelligence they’d received said Wu Fan had an incurable disease—in truth, he’d been poisoned by Cheng Qiao’s powder. That was precisely why the agent had come.

He never expected that he wouldn’t get the formula for the poison powder, and would instead become its victim himself. No wonder every nation wanted to seize this medical sage—having her would make immortality no longer a dream.

“If you have something you want to ask, say it quickly. One question in exchange for one antidote pill.”

“Are there still your people stationed in Hexi?”

The agent didn’t answer, only pursed his lips and stared at Cheng Qiao. She understood immediately and pulled a white pill from her pocket, handing it to him.

“Here.”

The agent took the pill but didn’t dare put it in his mouth. How could he know whether it was an antidote or another poison?

“Are there still your people in Hexi?” Cheng Qiao asked again.

The agent felt awkward. She’d already given him the pill, yet he still didn’t dare take it—whose fault was that?

“There aren’t any left at the garrison here, but there are some in Minqin. There are also people in other places, but I don’t know exactly who.”

“Are they all hiding in hospitals as well?”

The agent fell silent. In truth, he didn’t know either. Besides, it wasn’t just people from his own country operating here—experts from other nations were hiding among them too.

Cheng Qiao hadn’t expected much from him anyway, but she knew she had to make a trip to Minqin. Cheng Li was there, and her father was there too. She couldn’t let them get hurt because of her.

Unable to endure the numbness any longer, the agent clenched his teeth and swallowed the white pill. But when he saw the smug smile on Cheng Qiao’s face, he knew he’d been tricked.

“What exactly did you give me?”

“The antidote to the Numbing Powder. It removes the numbness—but you’ll still have to suffer a bit.”

The numbness indeed faded, but what followed was an agonizing pain that seemed to seep out from his very bones. In that instant, he understood—Wu Fan hadn’t died from the poison powder, but from this pill.

“Can you tell me the name of that pill?”

“Bone-Devouring Pill.”

“What kind of pill is that? Can you explain it clearly?”

“You should take a Mute Pill next. You’re too noisy—you’re disturbing my Uncle Lata’s meditation.”

Another pill was stuffed into the agent’s mouth. The entire area fell into complete silence at last. Cheng Qiao glanced at Uncle Lata, then waved her hand lightly. Haidong Qing appeared.