727: Chapter 727 Who wouldn't recognize you?

Ye Chen's expression darkened slightly: "What happened?"

Night Owl was the person he had arranged to protect Yi Yue.

Although her strength wasn't top-tier, under the subtle influence of the [Houtu Inheritance], she had already reached the Heaven Realm level.

People in the Secular World who could injure her could be counted on one hand.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't have been any problems.

"She went out, and when she came back, she was covered in injuries and then fell into a coma."

Yi Yue's voice was filled with worry.

"I already had someone send her to the hospital, but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong; they said her vital signs are normal, she just can't wake up."

"I tried calling you, but your phone was off."

"That's why I called again."

Ye Chen's brows furrowed tightly.

Covered in injuries, in a coma, nothing found...

These words put together made alarm bells ring in his heart.

"I'm coming over right now."

Ye Chen hung up the phone and turned to walk out.

Bing Lan was standing in the living room. Seeing his expression, she put down her teacup: "What's wrong?"

"I need to go to the hospital; a friend has had an accident."

Ye Chen had already put on his shoes.

Bing Lan didn't ask further, just nodded gently: "Be careful on the way."

Ye Chen acknowledged her, pulled open the door, and walked out quickly.

After going downstairs, he drove Li Qin's car directly to the Xiamen City First People's Hospital.

The night was deep, but the hospital entrance was still brightly lit, and people were coming and going in the emergency hall.

Following the address sent by Yi Yue, Ye Chen crossed the corridor and took the elevator directly to the fifth floor of the inpatient department.

When he pushed open the ward door, he saw Night Owl lying on the bed at a glance.

The woman was pale as paper at this moment, her eyes tightly closed, and her lips had no color.

She was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, her arm wrapped in bandages, with faint bloodstains visible.

That usual cold and sharp demeanor was completely gone, and she was as quiet as if she were just sleeping.

Yi Yue was sitting by the bed, her eyes slightly red.

Hearing the door open, she raised her head abruptly.

The moment she saw Ye Chen, the panic and unease in her eyes finally found a place to rest.

"A-Chen!"

She stood up and hurried over to meet him: "You finally came."

Ye Chen reached out and gently pressed her shoulder: "Don't panic, let me take a look first."

Yi Yue nodded firmly and stepped aside.

Ye Chen walked to the bedside, looking down at Night Owl's pale face, his brows furrowing slightly.

He pulled over a chair and sat down, reaching out to grasp Night Owl's wrist.

The moment his fingertips touched her skin, a cold sensation came through.

It wasn't the coolness of a normal person's low body temperature, but a chill, as if it were seeping out from the depths of her soul.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, and his Mental Power probed inch by inch into her body along Night Owl's meridians.

Her meridians were clear, her energy center was intact, and her internal organs showed no obvious damage.

On the surface, Night Owl's body was indeed, as the doctor said, perfectly normal.

But Ye Chen knew the problem wasn't in her body.

His Mental Power continued to go deeper, passing through flesh and blood, through meridians, straight to her sea of consciousness.

The next second.

Ye Chen's brows furrowed sharply.

He saw it.

Deep in Night Owl's sea of consciousness, there was a mass of gray-black mist, like a venomous snake, coiled around her soul.

The mist was slowly writhing; with every movement, Night Owl's consciousness was eroded a little more.

Under the erosion of that mist, her soul had become much dimmer, like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

Poison technique.

And it was an extremely sophisticated poison technique, not acting on the flesh, but directly on the soul.

The perpetrator's cultivation was at least at the Tianyi Realm.

Generally speaking.

If anyone else had been struck by a soul poison technique, they would likely only be waiting for death.

But he was different.

The [Houtu Inheritance] contained a method specifically for treating soul injuries.

It was called the [Soul Healing Technique].

Using Mental Power as the needle and true qi as the thread, he would peel away the poisonous mist coiled around the soul bit by bit.

But the process was dangerous; if he wasn't careful, not only would he fail to save Night Owl, but his own Mental Power would suffer a backlash.

But Ye Chen did not hesitate.

He extended his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and a faint golden light appeared at his fingertips.

The next second.

He gently tapped his fingertips on Night Owl's forehead.

"Hum—"

A humming sound rang out in the ward.

Night Owl's body shuddered violently, as if she had been electrocuted.

At the same time, Ye Chen closed his eyes.

His Mental Power, like a thread, followed his fingers and drilled into Night Owl's sea of consciousness.

It was a gray, dark space, like a wasteland shrouded in thick fog.

Night Owl's soul was curled up in the center of the wasteland, tightly wrapped by a mass of gray-black poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist was like a giant python, coiling around her soul, circle by circle, and it was constantly tightening.

Ye Chen's Mental Power transformed into a fine golden needle and thrust toward the poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist seemed to sense the threat; it shrank suddenly, then surged violently, like an enraged beast, pouncing toward Ye Chen's Mental Power.

Ye Chen did not dodge or avoid it.

The fine golden needle traced an arc in the air, precisely piercing the core of the poisonous mist.

"Sss!"

Like a red-hot iron block falling into ice water, a harsh sound exploded in the sea of consciousness.

The poisonous mist trembled violently, and the gray-black mist began to dissipate.

But Ye Chen did not stop.

His Mental Power transformed into countless golden threads, stabbing into the poisonous mist one by one, dividing, tearing, and peeling away the mass of mist.

With every wisp of poisonous mist peeled away, Night Owl's soul brightened a little more.

And that mass of poisonous mist was like a venomous snake being sliced into a thousand pieces, struggling and surging wildly, attempting to break free from the golden threads' restraint.

Fine beads of sweat seeped out on Ye Chen's forehead.

A battle on the soul level was far more dangerous than a battle of the flesh.

If the body is severely injured, there is still medicine to cure it.

If the soul is injured, at best one becomes demented, and at worst, the soul is scattered.

He had no way out.

Time passed minute by minute.

He didn't know how long it had been.

Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light at his fingertips burst forth, illuminating the entire ward as bright as day.

The next second.

At Night Owl's forehead, a wisp of gray-black mist, like forced-out venom, seeped out from under her skin.

The mist twisted a few times in the air.

Then.

"Puff—"

It exploded violently!

Finally, the black mist turned into nothingness and dissipated into the air.

Ye Chen withdrew his finger, let out a long breath, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

He had misjudged earlier.

The person who made the move had a strength of at least the Golden Core Stage.

And it was the kind of existence that focused on cultivating Mental Power.

It seems...

The trouble Night Owl encountered was much bigger than he had imagined.

The only strange thing was, since the opponent could kill Night Owl, why did they let her come back?

Just as Ye Chen's thoughts were flying...

Yi Yue walked up and asked nervously: "A-Chen! How is Night Owl?"

Ye Chen looked up at her and smiled.

"Don't worry, she's been saved."

"Once she wakes up, she will be fine."

Upon hearing this, her tense body suddenly relaxed.

"You scared me to death!"

"I thought she..."

"Don't be sad." Ye Chen reached out and gently patted her shoulder, "She will wake up very soon."

Yi Yue nodded firmly and wiped her tears.

She turned around, looked at Ye Chen, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Your complexion is very bad."

"I'm fine, just a bit tired." Ye Chen waved his hand and leaned back in the chair to rest his eyes.

Saving someone on the soul level consumed his Mental Power greatly.

Fortunately, his foundation was solid, and he had the [Houtu Inheritance] to fall back on, so he would be able to recover after resting for a while.

Just at this moment.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The ward door was knocked on.

Yi Yue hurriedly wiped the tear stains from her face, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in a white coat, around forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding a stack of medical records.

"Hello, I am Ms. Ye's attending physician, here for rounds."

Yi Yue stepped aside: "Doctor, please come in."

The middle-aged man walked into the ward, his gaze first falling on Night Owl on the hospital bed, checking the data on the ECG monitor, then turning his head to look at Ye Chen, who was sitting on the chair.

The next second.

His eyes lit up sharply.

"Are you... Mr. Ye, Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen opened his eyes, looking at the excited middle-aged doctor in front of him, stunned for a moment.

"You know me?"

The middle-aged doctor put down the medical records, hurried to Ye Chen, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then reached out.

"Mr. Ye, my name is Zhou Shanxin, I am the chief physician of the Department of Neurology at Xiamen City First People's Hospital."

"How could I not know you?"

His voice carried an irrepressible excitement, and his eyes were shining.

"You are a big celebrity in our hospital!"

"You brought a patient with a ruptured tumor back from the dead!"

"You even snatched a police officer who had already stopped breathing back from the hands of Death!"

"Who could possibly not know you?"

Not to mention that everyone at First Hospital knows Ye Chen.

I'm afraid people in the academic world would all love to meet Ye Chen and ask in-depth questions about medical skills.

After all.

Every doctor wants to become a miraculous physician capable of bringing the dead back to life.

And Ye Chen has done it!