43: Chapter 43 Follow-up Visit: Li Yuefeng's Growth!

The next day and the following few days, Su Ye's life returned to a calm and fulfilling track.

During the day, he worked, handled outpatient clinics, visited wards, assisted in surgeries, and participated in consultations.

At night, he practiced cultivation, performed breathing exercises, pondered the Breathing Technique, and repeatedly experienced the subtle resonance between his heart, fascia, and muscle bundles.

The path of cultivation is long and boundless, not something achieved in a single day.

Su Ye was quite patient about this.

After all, he had truly entered the hall, and although he was still far from the "transcendent" state he imagined, he was at least no longer like he was at the beginning, crossing the river by feeling for stones, doubting if he had taken the wrong path with every step.

Now, every day brought visible progress.

When performing breathing exercises at night, the speed of spiritual energy entering his body was nearly double what it was at the beginning. It was no longer the difficult, thread-by-thread pulling of the past, but flowed into his body like a small stream, following the breathing rhythm he had explored. The meridian of spiritual energy, running from his brow down to his chest and abdomen, became increasingly clear with each day of flushing. Initially, it was just a faint, almost invisible line, but now it resembled a very thin river channel, allowing him to clearly perceive where the spiritual energy flowed, which segment was slightly sluggish, and which was exceptionally smooth.

The most direct change, however, was his body.

Su Ye's skin was no longer like that of an ordinary person; it was glossy and delicate, possessing a moist, jade-like texture without a hint of roughness. He had specifically conducted an experiment two days ago, using a sharper blade and pressing it slowly against his arm; in the end, the blade shattered in his hand, leaving only a thin red line.

His range of perception had also steadily pushed outward from the initial thirty-plus meters.

However, all of this was still just accumulation.

It seemed something was still missing before he could reach a true "qualitative change."

During these days, Old Man Zhou Jingtang had also let Su Ye join a few consultations.

Unfortunately, cases like Li Yuefeng's were too rare.

Most difficult and miscellaneous diseases still belonged to the complexities of the modern medical system—merely complex, rarely seen, and with vague symptoms, having nothing to do with the "transcendent."

This made him sigh inwardly.

Jiangcheng was still too small.

It was a medium-sized city with a decent population and a bustling hospital, but when it came to cases that allowed him to come into contact with those between "disease and the transcendent," they were still too few.

In the afternoon.

Zhang Yuanping returned after eating, holding a thermos, and as soon as he entered, he gestured with his chin toward Su Ye.

"Old Zhou is looking for you. It seems to be a follow-up consultation for a patient."

Su Ye paused with the medical record in his hand and looked up.

Zhou Jingtang was looking for him.

A follow-up consultation.

A shadow appeared in his mind almost instantly.

Li Yuefeng.

These days, Li Yuefeng had not been doing well.

Ever since the mystery of the "technique hidden within illness" on his body was pointed out in front of Zhou Jingtang and Su Ye, he had spent almost all his spare time trying to control that power.

Because that power was truly too important to him.

What kind of place was the Military Region?

To put it bluntly, it was a place that emphasized strength and status above all else, with strict rules and orderly discipline. Ultimately, what truly allowed a person to gain a foothold, move up, and receive more attention and resources was strength.

Li Yuefeng knew this very well.

If he could truly control the power within his body, his future path in the Military Region would definitely be different.

But reality was far less simple than he thought.

His current success rate was probably only about one in ten.

If he could successfully press that "vibrating force" into his fist once in ten tries, he considered it a blessing from the heavens.

And even if he succeeded, the punch he threw was indeed extraordinarily powerful, with astonishing force erupting from his muscles, fascia, and joints, but it was followed by intense discomfort.

It felt as if his muscles had been scorched by fire.

His blood and qi surged upward in his chest like crazy.

Every time he threw that punch, he was often drenched in sweat, his arms would ache, his heart would beat like a drum, and his whole body would feel as if a piece had been hollowed out.

He had actually already vaguely realized that what was happening to him was a special kind of evolution.

But this evolution, as it stood, was completely a matter of "killing a thousand enemies while suffering eight hundred casualties."

Therefore, he had to come to see Zhou Jingtang again.

There was no other way.

This old man understood meridians, understood muscles and bones, could see the big picture from small details, and truly held the essence distilled from decades of medical experience. In his view, only this old man could help him with this matter.

It was still the same hospital room.

The afternoon sun shone in at an angle, and the air carried a faint scent of disinfectant.

A knock sounded on the door.

Zhou Jingtang didn't even look up, just said indifferently:

"Come in."

The door opened.

Su Ye walked in.

Li Yuefeng was sitting by the hospital bed; seeing him arrive, he was startled for a moment, then subconsciously straightened his back.

Zhou Jingtang then put down the examination materials in his hand, his gaze sweeping between the two of them, his tone calm.

"Begin."

Li Yuefeng had originally intended to directly demonstrate his progress over the last few days to Zhou Jingtang.

But Zhou Jingtang suddenly turned slightly, tilting his head toward Su Ye.

"You demonstrate it for him."

Li Yuefeng was stunned.

Zhou Jingtang looked at Su Ye, his aged eyes carrying a hint of imperceptible depth and gratification.

"Young people have active minds."

"Xiao Ye has solid medical knowledge and a quick brain. It is best to discuss your 'new' and 'changing' situation with someone like him."

Su Ye was also stunned for a moment, then looked up at Zhou Jingtang.

In that instant, his heart stirred slightly.

Over these days, he had become quite familiar with this old man. The more he interacted with him, the more he felt this old man was worthy of respect—not only because of his high level in medicine, but also because of his almost unreserved willingness to cultivate the younger generation.

Zhou Jingtang was truly mentoring him, wanting to pass on some things completely to Su Ye.

Hearing this, Li Yuefeng no longer hesitated; he stood up, took a deep breath, and began to tell Su Ye about his situation over the past few days.

He spoke very directly.

Which times he succeeded, which times he failed, what it felt like when he failed, and how he exerted force when he succeeded—he detailed everything.

Su Ye listened very carefully.

And he didn't just listen.

His perception remained fixed on Li Yuefeng's arms, shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen, carefully observing the muscles in this man's body that were naturally suited for the "technique."

The sequence of recruitment for flesh, fascia, joints, and nerves.

Every detail was constantly being dismantled, magnified, and reassembled in his mind.

While watching, he followed Li Yuefeng's description and gave his own judgment.

"Don't be in a rush to force that energy out all at once."

"First, stabilize the vibration in your forearm. When exerting force, don't let your shoulder rush out first. Once the shoulder is chaotic, the fascia behind it will scatter."

"Also, your breathing is wrong. Just now, you subconsciously held your breath, causing your blood and qi to surge up all at once, which is why your chest felt tight. You must let that breath go down slowly, then send the force forward."

"Don't think about succeeding in one go. First, learn to keep the feeling of vibration within your body. Only if you can hold it can you suppress it. The harder you suppress it, the more powerful the explosion will be."

As Li Yuefeng listened, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Several times, Su Ye just said something casually, and it was as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun in his mind.

"Right! That's exactly what I mean!"

"I previously always felt that the energy became chaotic as soon as it came up; it turns out it wasn't the energy that was chaotic, it was me who was chaotic first."

The more Li Yuefeng listened, the more shocked he felt inside.

When he first met Su Ye, he only felt that this young man was extraordinary based on his soldier's intuition, but now, he was truly convinced.

Ambition is not limited by age.

The young man before him was not very old, but every word he spoke was like striking the edge of a blade—simple, yet always able to cut to the most critical point.

This was no longer just intelligence.

This was insight.

This was a genius.

What Li Yuefeng did not know was that the reason Su Ye could speak so accurately was that he was using his Water-element Golden Core to perceive the changes in Li Yuefeng's muscles inch by inch. This was the terrifying aspect of the Water-element Golden Core; it was as if he had obtained a cracked version of this world. The clarity of his Mental Energy allowed him to see far too many deep-seated things.

Li Yuefeng was the kind of person naturally suited for the "technique."

And he himself had mastered the "technique" itself.

With these two combined, it was like an answer laid out alive before his eyes.

Su Ye watched more and more carefully and remembered more and more deeply. If Inch Power were thoroughly mastered by someone like Li Yuefeng, the power would be absolutely extraordinary.