514: I am a doctor

On the other side, amidst the haze, Wu Tian's consciousness gradually cleared.

Subconsciously, he took a deep breath.

"Hmm, it was very smooth; he wasn't buried."

Wu Tian slowly opened his eyes, and the next moment, his expression froze.

"Why was his perspective so low?"

He moved his body, and a familiar sense of restraint made his face darken.

Wu Tian lowered his head and realized that most of his body was almost buried in the soil, with only everything above his chest standing stiffly upright.

His vision went black, and he nearly fainted again.

However, being buried like this was still much better than being buried completely.

At least he could still absorb some moonlight.

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, he shook his body, causing the surrounding soil to scatter.

Immediately after, he leaped out.

He carefully felt his condition; his injuries had recovered somewhat, but the recovery was limited.

He still needed to supplement it with some Spirit Medicine.

The commotion he made naturally attracted the middle-aged man, who hurried out.

Looking at Wu Tian, he asked with a chuckle, "You've finally woken up."

"..."

Seeing the middle-aged man, Wu Tian felt a headache; this guy would bury him at the drop of a hat.

Exhaling a breath of murky air, Wu Tian pointed to the pit he had been buried in and asked, "Why did you bury me again?"

"Er..."

The middle-aged man paused, then scratched his head, looking as if he were thinking for Wu Tian's sake. He said, "I read in a book that lying down all the time is not conducive to injury recovery. So, I thought I'd let you stand up and bury more than half of your body, so you could stand."

"???"

Wu Tian was full of question marks and said, "Lying down is not conducive to injury recovery?"

When injured, shouldn't one rest more? How could that be bad for recovery?

"That's right."

The middle-aged man said confidently, "What's written in the book definitely can't be wrong!"

"What book?"

Wu Tian frowned.

The middle-aged man flipped his palm, and an ancient-looking book appeared in it.

He flipped through a few pages, handed it to Wu Tian, and said, "Here, look. After an injury, do not lie down for long; you need to stand more to be conducive to injury recovery."

"It really is."

Wu Tian muttered, "However, this line of text looks like it was newly added?"

There were many characters on this page, but this line looked very fresh.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man coughed drily, "I added it recently?"

"???"

"This book was also compiled by me."

"???"

Wu Tian's face turned completely dark; this guy was purely messing with him!

"I am a healer; it's very reasonable for me to compile a medical book, right?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man continued.

Wu Tian's rising anger stalled instantly. He looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, "You are a healer?"

"Don't I look like one?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands and immediately struck a pose like a reclusive expert.

It was just that this appearance was somewhat hard to believe.

Wu Tian frowned, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Since you are a healer, can you treat my injuries?"

"No."

"???"

"Sigh, a clever housewife cannot cook without rice. Although I am a healer, without Spirit Medicine, it's difficult to treat your injuries."

"Don't you know any healing techniques?"

"No."

"..."

"I follow the path of pure external objects. Things like healing techniques are only learned by gifted healers. Unfortunately, I don't have much talent."

"..."

Listening to the middle-aged man's regretful words, Wu Tian was also speechless.

However, he was still a healer to some extent.

He should know more about treating injuries than him, so Wu Tian asked, "What kind of Spirit Medicine do you think my current injuries require?"

"Let me take a look."

The middle-aged man put on a show, walked up to Wu Tian, and carefully examined him.

Immediately after, he frowned and pondered for quite a while.

Under Wu Tian's urging, he said unhurriedly, "A stalk of Immortal King medicine is enough to make you recover."

"???"

"It's best to be an Immortal King medicine specifically for healing."

"Heh."

Hearing this, Wu Tian was so angry he laughed. Are you f*cking kidding me, you're a healer?

Immortal King medicine; even in his previous life, he didn't have much of it.

Now, in this entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he didn't even know if there was Spirit Medicine of this Rank.

Furthermore, using Immortal King medicine to treat injuries, it would be strange if one didn't recover.

Wu Tian was currently only a Saint's body; if he used a stalk of Immortal King medicine...

Even if he were dead, it could save him.

"Do you have Immortal King medicine? If you do, you can take it now," the middle-aged man said seriously.

Wu Tian took deep breaths; otherwise, he was afraid he would be angered into fainting again.

He looked at the middle-aged man and asked again, "Are you really a healer?"

"Undoubtedly!"

"Then besides using Immortal King medicine for treatment, how else do you think one can treat injuries?"

"Immortal Emperor medicine also works.

Perhaps something of a higher Rank would have better effects; who knows, it might even allow your cultivation to achieve a Breakthrough."

"..."

Wu Tian was silent.

After a while, he looked at the middle-aged man, sighed, and asked, "Have you ever treated anyone?"

"Er..."

The middle-aged man gave an awkward laugh, scratched his head, and said, "Well, no. I belong to the theoretical school and have never practiced it. However, you can let me practice on you."

"..."

"If there's no Immortal King medicine, that's fine. I can try using other Spirit Medicine as a substitute."

"Don't!"

Wu Tian hurriedly refused, waving his hand, "My injuries aren't too severe; I won't trouble you."

He was afraid this guy would treat him to death.

"Ah, that's no trouble at all. Don't be polite. Come, come, let me examine you again, and then I'll go prepare some medicine for you."

The middle-aged man had no self-awareness at all.

He grabbed Wu Tian, intending to treat him. In his current state, Wu Tian really couldn't resist much.

In the end, after much persuasion, he finally got the middle-aged man to give up the idea of treating him.

Feeling his own state, Wu Tian felt that as long as he wasn't too exhausted, he shouldn't faint, and it was about time to leave.

Staying here was somewhat dangerous.

"Um... I still have some things to do, and it's not convenient here, so I won't stay any longer?"

Wu Tian said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man felt anxious. Qin Jiang had instructed him to stay by Wu Tian's side and torment him constantly; how could he let him leave?

"It's not inconvenient. Your current injuries are very prone to complications; you should stay for a few more days."

"I'm a grown man, but you have a young lady here; it's definitely inconvenient."

Wu Tian made an excuse.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he said, "You don't need to worry about that. A few days ago, my daughter already left with her husband; it's very convenient."

"???"