129: Chapter 129 Scraping the Bone to Treat the Wound

After Han Jingyang gave a loud shout.

A large amount of green aura erupted from the Ximu jade hand-piece held in Xu Xin's hand, condensing into a slender figure in mid-air.

The figure wore Hanfu, had a refined face, wore a hair crown, and held a small knife, tweezers, and other tools.

After the figure condensed into shape, it floated slowly to Xu Xin's side, held the small knife, decisively cut open Xu Xin's arm, and then gently scraped the bone.

Scraping bone to treat poison.

The plot fictionalized in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was presented here vividly in such a way.

Scientific?

Not scientific at all.

Scraping bone to treat poison has no pathological basis whatsoever.

But talking about pathology with metaphysics is inherently unscientific.

Xu Jingyun and the others were so nervous they didn't dare to breathe; their minds were pulled along with every movement of the phantom, as if they had become puppets on strings in the phantom's hands.

The humanoid phantom cut the arm, scraped the bone, cleaned it, and sutured it, all completed in a mere ten seconds.

Of course, it was not Xu Xin's body that was cut and sutured, but the phantom itself.

After suturing, the humanoid phantom bowed to the lying Xu Xin, then slowly disappeared into the air.

It is very simple to describe this scene in words; after all, the whole process only lasted about ten seconds.

However, the sense of shock it brought to everyone was unparalleled.

Even Han Jingyang himself was filled with yearning as he watched, speechless for a long time.

Needless to say, Wang Zhiwei and the others seemed to have been hit by a freezing spell, standing blankly on the spot, staring at the location where the humanoid phantom had appeared, without even blinking.

It wasn't until Xu Xin, who had been in a coma, coughed that everyone collectively came back to their senses.

Xu Jingyun rushed to the bedside: "Dad, can you hear me?"

Xu Xin slowly opened his eyes, saw his daughter Xu Jingyun, and let out a long sigh: "Did I come back to life?"

"Mm-hmm, Mr. Han saved you," Xu Jingyun nodded frantically with tear-filled eyes, and quickly recounted the whole process.

Xu Xin turned his head with difficulty to look at Han Jingyang and Wang Zhiwei, smiling: "Great kindness needs no thanks. After I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll treat you both to drinks—good liquor."

Wang Zhiwei chuckled: "It is indeed a great kindness. I provided the money, and Brother Han provided the effort. It was not easy to pull you back from the gates of hell. But we didn't lose out; we watched a grand show that ordinary people don't get the chance to see. Old Xu, you missed out on the spectacle."

Xu Xin smiled, but his expression suddenly turned ugly: "How long was I in a coma?"

"Two days, I think. What's wrong?"

"Not good, the national treasure is about to be lost."

"What national treasure?"

Xu Xin struggled to prop his body up, leaning against the hospital bed, panting heavily as he said: "The Japanese, a few Japanese people somehow got hold of a national treasure and are planning to smuggle it out of the country."

"Is the origin illegitimate?"

"I don't know, but its export is strictly prohibited," Xu Xin said, glancing around, and stopped talking.

Clearly, he wanted to keep it confidential.

There were people in the room brought by Wang Zhiwei.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had been following Wang Zhiwei stepped forward: "Everyone, let me introduce myself. Zhang Zhiyang from the Bureau of Religious Affairs. I had long heard that Mr. Han has profound cultivation and superb techniques. I was initially skeptical, but I didn't expect the rumors to not only be true but even a bit conservative. This 'Spirit Controlling Technique' of yours is truly miraculous. Mr. Han, nice to meet you."

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes. He didn't shake hands but turned to look at Wang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiyang smiled: "Mr. Wang is certainly reluctant, but given my position, he has no choice."

Han Jingyang still didn't shake his hand but asked calmly: "Do you need something?"

"Two things: First, to observe, understand, and record Mr. Han's strength, school, style, personality, and character from close range; second, to pursue the national treasure stolen by the Japanese."

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow: "This shouldn't be difficult for the authorities, right?"

"No, it's not just difficult, it's very difficult. Our strength in the field of metaphysics is far weaker than in the private sector because metaphysics is too ethereal, and most of it doesn't possess combat capability. The cost and price of cultivation are extremely high, so we cannot train people on a large scale. We can only select from the private sector, but most metaphysics practitioners are not very willing to work for the authorities."

"I see. But that has nothing to do with me, right?"

"I want you to give it a try."

"I'm quite busy, and my appearance fee is very high, plus there are extra charges. I'm very worried that you won't have the money to pay my remuneration after the matter is finished."

"You can rest assured about that. Our unit has an independent financial system, and we are quite generous in this regard."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly: "In other words, you also have another purpose, which is to hire me."

"Yes, first to evaluate your strength, and then decide whether to hire you."

"I am a businessman, and I certainly won't refuse business that comes to my door. However, let's talk later; the patient needs treatment."

"That's fine, but it needs to be soon."

Han Jingyang nodded and stepped forward to check on Xu Xin's condition.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Someone knocked on the door.

Everyone quickly quieted down.

Xu Jingyun calmed her emotions before asking: "Who is it?"

"Nurse, changing the IV."

Han Jingyang turned his head to look at the hanging IV bottle. It was indeed running low, so he nodded to Xu Jingyun.

Xu Jingyun opened the door.

A nurse walked in with a tray, scanned everyone in the room, and then went to change the IV with a cold face.

Han Jingyang frowned slightly.

He kept feeling like something was not quite right.

Where?

The uniform?

Nurse's uniform, flat shoes, shoes with signs of wear—perfectly normal.

The medicine?

The label and the liquid were the same as what was currently being infused.

Then, where exactly was the problem?

Han Jingyang frowned as he looked the nurse up and down, then turned to look at the closed door, his expression suddenly changing drastically. He gave a look to Liu Jing.

Although Liu Jing didn't know why, she understood tacitly, took a step or two forward naturally, and then raised her hand to strike at the back of the nurse's head.

The nurse's reaction was exceptionally quick. She lowered her head to dodge Liu Jing's palm strike and lunged toward Xu Xin on the hospital bed, a cold, gleaming dagger appearing in her hand.

But Xu Xin had already rolled toward the side of the bed in advance. However, having just woken up, his body was extremely weak, and his movements were extremely slow; even with his rich experience, he couldn't dodge.

Han Jingyang frowned, flicked his wrist, and activated the skill "Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers" attached to the sandalwood prayer beads on his wrist.

But just as he started to act, he saw Zhang Zhiyang shout explosively, reach out, grab the nurse's ankle, pull it back, and throw her over with a backhand, slamming the nurse firmly onto the floor.

"Thump—"

A dull thud.

The nurse fainted.

Han Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief and gave a thumbs up to Zhang Zhiyang: "Such fast reaction, such strong power."

Zhang Zhiyang cupped his hands: "Ms. Liu is not weak either. Of course, Mr. Han's keen insight is the most critical factor. If you hadn't discovered the abnormality and reminded Ms. Liu to act, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have had the chance to intervene."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhiyang nimbly took out handcuffs from his waist and cuffed the fainted nurse, then said: "From the moment she walked in, I was observing her and didn't find anything unusual. Her attire and appearance were flawless, including her shoes, hairstyle, and makeup. How did you discover it? Some kind of secret technique?"