Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 864 - 867: Diagnosing Pulse, Detecting

The atmosphere once again fell into a desolate silence.

After a long moment of contemplation, Guo Fanghua quietly said, "Xia Liu, have you ever thought about cultivating again?"

Having clearly understood Xia Liu’s nature, Guo Fanghua didn’t harbor much wariness toward him.

In fact, she rather appreciated this young man.

Especially the fact that he could evade the pressure of High-Rank Martial Artists.

Such an ability was exceedingly rare throughout the entire Warrior Realm.

If this method could be obtained, then when encountering High-Rank Martial Artists in the future, one could at least maintain one’s dignity under their imposing presence.

With the presence retained, there would be a right to speak.

"I’m not considering it at the moment."

Xia Liu replied frankly.

"Huh? You’ve tried, but didn’t succeed—do you know the reason?"

Guo Fanghua, with her exceptional intelligence, already guessed the answer.

"I’ve tried many times but failed every time; I don’t know the specifics either."

Xia Liu said with slight embarrassment.

Guo Fanghua could do as she pleased; in any case, his body was fine.

Even if she examined it, she wouldn’t find anything.

Even a Heavenly Rank Peak Martial Artist didn’t have the qualifications to penetrate Xia Liu’s secrets.

"My Guo Family has built its legacy on medicine, passing down knowledge for a thousand years. If you can trust me, let me take a look—perhaps I might be able to help you."

"Xia Liu! Let my mom help you take a look. If your problem can be solved, maybe you’ll be able to cultivate again in the future!"

"Hmm?"

Hearing her daughter’s enthusiastic persuasion of Xia Liu, Guo Fanghua was a bit incredulous.

Her daughter usually disliked Martial Artists—why was she behaving like this now?

Had she let go of her resentment?

It shouldn’t be; even if she wanted to help Xia Liu, she wouldn’t go this far.

"Thank you for your willingness to help, Madam Guo. I’ll leave it to you."

Xia Liu placed both hands on the table, letting Guo Fanghua act as she wished.

If she could heal him, it would feel like losing a battle.

Without hesitation, Guo Fanghua pressed her elegant fingers onto Xia Liu’s meridians, letting her Inner Strength quietly spread into his body.

She gradually closed her eyes.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The expression on Guo Fanghua’s face began to tighten with worry.

After five minutes, she withdrew her hand, her face full of concern.

"Mom, how was it? Can Xia Liu still cultivate?"

Guo Man asked with excitement.

"Xia Liu’s condition is quite unique; I can’t say for sure."

Guo Fanghua lacked extensive experience in treating patients and only occasionally practiced medicine.

Encountering a situation like Xia Liu’s was a first for her.

"What, specifically, is the issue?"

"All of his meridians are intact, but there are two areas that are particularly unusual. One is the outer Dantian, which is severely damaged, as if a dagger had stabbed through it. The other is the Tianshu Acupoint, which is in a similar condition—like it’s been pierced by a foreign object."

While speaking, Guo Fanghua glanced at Xia Liu, seeking his confirmation.

"Madam Guo’s analysis is accurate. I recall waking up in a hospital bed, my abdomen tightly bound. General Fang mentioned that two steel rods had been lodged in my abdomen. Surviving that ordeal was already a miracle."

Xia Liu nodded, recalling the Spirit Stabilizing Needles that had been inserted into his body for an extended period.

Those two locations had yet to completely heal, though it hadn’t hindered the output of Spiritual Energy.

Unexpectedly, these two areas had become key reminders for his crafted story.

Hearing Xia Liu’s account, Guo Man’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected his experiences to be so intense, even brushing death.

"Also, your Dantian is entirely shrouded in darkness, almost as though you’ve been afflicted by some kind of Poison Art. I don’t have the cultivation level to see through it, nor can I treat your condition."

Guo Fanghua reluctantly admitted defeat.

Xia Liu’s circumstances were too peculiar, beyond her ability to handle.

"That’s understandable. Back when I was in the army, General Fang sought out numerous physicians for me—they all came up empty-handed."

Xia Liu chuckled bitterly; his fate seemed unchangeable.

"Xia Liu, honestly, living as an ordinary person isn’t bad. You wouldn’t have to agonize over improving your power and could experience the myriad aspects of a regular life—far more fulfilling than being a Martial Artist."

At that moment, Guo Man spoke again.

Her gaze flickered uneasily. Upon learning that Xia Liu couldn’t cultivate, she felt a trace of joy.

Perhaps, deep down, she had always hoped the people around her would remain ordinary.

"Little Man, without strength, how can you guard your family, protect the ones beside you?"

"Mom, times have changed..."

"Haven’t you encountered enough trouble lately? If Xia Liu hadn’t been there, do you know what could have happened?"

Before Guo Man could finish, Guo Fanghua interrupted.

"I..."

Guo Man found herself speechless.

The truth was undeniable, yet she simply didn’t like martial arts. If the people around her were ordinary, with regular jobs, coming home after work to eat and rest...

That seemed like the fullness of life to her.

"You, if you were willing to practice martial arts, I’m certain that within ten years, you’d surpass me. But why won’t you listen and cooperate?"

Recalling Guo Man’s decision to go abroad, Guo Fanghua felt a pang of heartache. Sadly, she couldn’t force her daughter to do what she didn’t want to.

Guo Man pouted and shifted her gaze away, unwilling to listen to her mother’s nagging.

"Xia Liu, how far had your cultivation progressed in the past?"

"Heavenly Rank High Level."

"Truly a hero at a young age; your talent was remarkable. What a pity..."

Upon hearing this, Guo Fanghua sighed deeply.

She believed him; Xia Liu’s fearless demeanor in front of her—whose cultivation was at Heavenly Rank Peak—spoke volumes.

One couldn’t possess such an aura without experiencing that pinnacle.

"Actually, I’ve had a question lingering in my mind for some time. May I ask?"

Guo Fanghua remembered something important and inquired.

"If I can answer it, I won’t hide anything."

"You seem able to resist the imposing pressure of Martial Artists, yet you have no cultivation. How is that possible?"

Typically, such matters are Martial Artists’ secrets. Guo Fanghua’s prior request for Xia Liu’s consent showed her respect for boundaries.

She wasn’t sure if he would answer.

"I’m not sure either. When I woke up after my injury, I realized that no Martial Artist’s pressure could affect me."

Xia Liu scratched his head, puzzled.

Yes, an actor truly at the top of his craft.

"It seems you’ve encountered good fortune. If you can cultivate again one day, I believe your future will hold boundless possibilities."

Guo Fanghua chose not to press further.

Xia Liu’s explanation was all she had to go on; unable to uncover anything else, she had no choice but to accept it.

"I don’t hold much hope anymore. Perhaps living a life of ordinary simplicity is what will bring me true happiness."

"I agree with your view. Ordinary life is the ultimate truth. In the Warrior Realm, the strong prey on the weak—even with the highest cultivation, there will always be someone stronger. Then one has to bow humbly before them..."

"Little Man, your perspective is flawed. If a stronger Martial Artist were to appear now, do you think I would lower myself before them?"