C430 Treatment of Central China
C430 Treatment of Central China
Hwa Zhongtian's body was extremely weak right now, and even walking normally had to be strenuous, let alone falling down.
This fall caused Hwa Zhongtian to be unable to move.
Zheng and the others quickly helped Hwa Zhongtian to his feet and set him on the couch.
Hwa Zhongtian looked at Zheng and the others, his heart filled with desolation.
A sense of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart.
Hwa Zhongtian lay on the reclining chair without moving. At one point, he was still the wargod that commanded thousands of troops on the battlefield, but now, he could only lie there, spending every day like a year, taking care of even the most basic food, drinks, and so on. When a wargod fell into such a state, Hwa Zhongtian was unwilling to accept it, but he knew that recovering was already an impossible task.
Hwa Zhongtian was sad, and in a flash, he seemed to have aged several years.
"Old Master Hwa, how are you feeling now?"
Zheng asked in concern.
Hwa Zhongtian looked at Zheng weakly, his eyelids drooping.
"Zheng, don't waste your time. With my current state, I can't do anything, so don't bother with me anymore. Just let me die here."
"After battling the disease for so many years, I am truly a bit tired. Stop wasting my time and suffering. I understand my own body's condition the best."
Hwa Zhongtian said weakly.
"Zheng, how many years have you been following me for?"
Hwa Zhongtian asked as he looked at the young man in front of him with cloudy eyes.
"Eight years."
Zheng replied with a pale expression.
"It's been eight years. It's been so long. Thank you for your hard work."
"You have been following me for eight years and have taken care of me here for five years. You are a good kid and will report back to the military later. I will inform them that you will be promoted to colonel and that will be your reward for taking care of me."
Hwa Zhongtian seemed to be saying his last words.
Zheng shook his head.
"Old Master Hwa, I'm not going back. I'm going to take care of you here. Don't say any more words. You'll definitely be fine."
Hwa Zhongtian laughed at himself.
"Zheng, stop comforting me. I know what I'm doing."
Zheng turned his head and looked at Jiang Feng.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and treat Old Master Hwa."
Zheng roared at Jiang Feng urgently.
Jiang Feng walked up to Hwa Zhongtian and looked at what the former War God looked like.
Lying on the reclining chair, Hwa Zhongtian struggled to lift his eyelids and look at Jiang Feng. Even if he wanted to stop Jiang Feng's treatment, he didn't have the strength to do so.
"Doctor, don't waste your energy. I can't remember how many methods you have tried in the past five years. Aside from maintaining my life and bringing me more pain, if this goes on, you might as well give up on me, the old man."
Jiang Feng listened to Hwa Zhongtian, but did not stop.
Jiang Feng grabbed Hwa Zhongtian's wrist. He definitely would not let Hwa Zhongtian die like this. Hwa Zhongtian was a very important factor in dealing with North Lake.
Jiang Feng frowned slightly.
Hwa Zhongtian's pulse was chaotic, sometimes menacing, sometimes calm as a lake, and irregular.
If Jiang Feng came a few months later, even he wasn't 100% sure that he could save Hwa Zhongtian. Luckily, something happened with North Lake, which reminded Jiang Feng of Hwa Zhongtian, otherwise the Chinese war god would have walked his entire life out of resentment.
"Doctor, I still have a few days to live, so don't hide it from me. Let me prepare myself so that I can take care of the aftermath."
Hwa Zhongtian knew he wouldn't live long and was already worrying about what was behind him.
"Don't worry, we won't die."
Jiang Feng's words rekindled the hope of Zheng and the others as they looked at Jiang Feng expectantly.
"Doctor, are you telling the truth?"
"Is there a need for me to lie to you? He won't die that easily. "
Jiang Feng's words were like bad news to Hwa Zhongtian's ears.
If Jiang Feng couldn't die, it meant that he had to continue to fight alongside the illness. Although Jiang Feng said that he couldn't die, it didn't mean that his illness could be cured.
Hwa Zhongtian, who only wanted to die, smiled miserably, feeling extremely helpless.
"Old Master Hwa, can you not give up on yourself? Now that medicine is progressing rapidly, I believe it won't be long before we find a way to treat you. "
Zheng looked at the dejected Hwa Zhongtian and comforted him.
"Zheng, what you just said made my ears grow calluses. Don't talk about these hopeless people being nice and obedient. I'm not an idiot."
Hwa Zhongtian sighed.
"Do you think I want to die? I don't want to either, but I've been tortured here every day, every day. For the past five years, I've wanted to give up countless times, but I've always held the same illusion as you, but now I understand that fantasy is just a fantasy, a dream that will never come true. I'm awake now, wake up as well."
Jiang Feng shook his head. It was funny to hear such words from the mouth of a war god, but at the same time, it also made people sigh.
Jiang Feng took a silver needle from his pocket and stuck it in the top of Hwa Zhongtian's head.
True energy followed the silver needle and entered Hwa Zhongtian's body.
True energy was flowing through Hwa Zhongtian's body like a thread, and Jiang Feng was making a quick diagnosis for him.
He could only let Jiang Feng know that Hwa Zhongtian still had a sliver of hope of being able to cure him. If he wanted to cure Hwa Zhongtian completely, he still needed to understand Hwa Zhongtian's condition accurately.
Jiang Feng closed his eyes. Through the flow of his true energy, the scene inside Hwa Zhongtian's body appeared in Jiang Feng's mind.
Jiang Feng quickly found the source of Hwa Zhongtian's illness.
There was a drop of black liquid on Hwa Zhongtian's abdomen. Although it was only the size of a pinky finger, when it passed by Jiang Feng's body, it gave him a bone-chilling feeling of malice.
Jiang Feng opened his eyes as a light flashed in his eyes.
Knowing the source of the disease, Jiang Feng had a way to treat it.
First, he had to use his Innate Qi to moisten those tormented organs of the Taiyi Needle, so there might be some pain from the following treatment. Jiang Feng was afraid that Hwa Zhongtian's organs could not handle the pain, so he did not hesitate to use a large amount of Innate Qi to nurture Hwa Zhongtian's failing organs to the maximum.
One after another, the silver needles pierced Hwa Zhongtian's various acupuncture points. True energy circulated between each of the silver needles, forming a circle.
The originally unwilling Hwa Zhongtian suddenly felt a comfortable feeling that he had never felt in the past five years. Like a fish swimming in the ocean, he felt an unprecedented freedom and comfort.
A groan came out of Hwa Zhongtian's mouth, and his expression became contented as well. It was a very enjoyable feeling.