Chapter 125: Even the System Was Stunned by This Punch

A figure stood before Zhang Wuyong.

Zhang Wuyong looked up to see a doctor with a square face, clearly over fifty years old. The night was deep, and the hospital was quiet. Only at the nurse’s station did the nurses, clad in pink uniforms and caps, continue to bustle about.

"I am the doctor on duty for this ward, my surname is Chen," Dr. Chen said, sitting down beside him. "I believe I must have met you when you were a child."

Zhang Wuyong turned his gaze toward him.

"I saw you several times when Dr. Zhao met with his misfortune. You were the boy who stayed with Dr. Zhao’s daughter the whole time, weren't you? You've changed quite a bit, but I can still recognize you."

Zhang Wuyong lowered his head.

"Dr. Zhao was a good man, and so is Dr. Zhu," Dr. Chen said in a low voice. "Watching them both meet with misfortune in their own hospital, one after another—it’s more than we can bear. Right now, the Dean and the doctors who might be able to help are still upstairs, consulting with experts from the provincial hospital. You’ve seen Dr. Fan, the one who was performing surgery in the emergency room all this time, haven't you? He didn't even rest for two hours before coming back."

Zhang Wuyong nodded silently. He knew. He could see that everyone here was doing their absolute best. Yet, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.

The square-faced Dr. Chen leaned forward, sitting there, rubbing his hands together.

"Dr. Chen!" a nurse called to him from the nurse’s station.

"Coming!" Dr. Chen raised his hand and patted Zhang Wuyong on the shoulder. "Go back and get some rest. Staying here tonight won't help. Whether it’s good news or bad, I will notify you when the time comes." He rose and walked toward the station. "What is it?"

"Another critically ill patient is being transferred over in a moment..." the nurse began her report.

Zhang Wuyong stood up and strode away. Although the hospital at night was not as crowded as it was during the day, one could still see that in many places, it was a sleepless night.

Zhang Wuyong made his way to a deserted area behind the Radiology Department building. This spot was far from the outpatient clinic and inpatient wards; there were no lights nearby, and no one was in sight. He took a deep breath. With his remaining 1,110 points, he spent 900 to draw three random cards.

The first draw.
Cyan.
[Millennium Crimson Flame Stone: Mysterious-grade casting material, used for forging flying swords, of superior quality.]

The second draw.
Orange.
[Centennial Profound Iron Essence: Yellow-grade casting material...]

The third draw.
Cyan.

"Give me something useful!" Zhang Wuyong punched a tree.

Boom!

The entire tree shook, leaves rained down, the bark cracked, and a split appeared in the trunk. His fist began to drip blood.

Before his eyes, the cyan meteor that had descended from the sky twisted violently. It seemed to shrink for a moment, then reappeared, manifesting as a translucent, eerie jade-colored coffin edged with bone spurs.

[Demonic Crystal Creation Coffin (Inferior Quality): Mysterious-grade medical treasure! Thousands of years ago, the Snake Demon of Delusion defeated the Fairy of Plain Jade, intending to capture her and drain her essence to satisfy his own desires. Unwilling to be humiliated by her enemy, the Fairy of Plain Jade immolated herself with Profound Yin True Fire. Though the Snake Demon forcibly saved her, her skin was burned away, leaving her neither human nor ghost, lingering on the brink of death.]

[The Snake Demon of Delusion forged this artifact in imitation of the Heavenly-grade medical treasure "Bright Jade Creation Crystal" from the Immortal Sect's Bright Jade Tower, intending to forcibly heal the Fairy of Plain Jade so he could treat her as his plaything. He only managed to forge this inferior product; the Fairy of Plain Jade eventually perished, her body and soul destroyed, a fact the Snake Demon lamented time and again.]

[This medical treasure only functions on females, and only on those at or below the Foundation Establishment stage, or mortals. Females who are unconscious or restrained and unable to resist can be forcibly absorbed. It cannot repair the spirit or soul, nor can it purge Profound Poison. Being an inferior item, its effectiveness is average.]

[The host has been deducted 5,000 points; current balance: -4,790.]

[???????????????????? What is going on??]

Zhang Wuyong ignored the string of question marks popping up on the system interface. He stared at the bizarre and ugly "Demonic Crystal Creation Coffin (Inferior Quality)," studying it repeatedly.

This was the second time the name "Snake Demon of Delusion" had appeared. The Mingyue Duo, who had forged the invincible Mandarin Duck Swords, had been killed by this very demon. It was clear the demon had ill intentions when he created this healing object, but as a practitioner of the Demonic Path, forging medical treasures was not his forte. The result was this inferior piece of work.

But that was not important. What mattered was that, in this world at least, it seemed to actually be useful. Though it couldn't repair a spirit or soul and couldn't purge Profound Poison, being deemed of "average" effectiveness was enough.

Auntie Zhu didn't need it to repair a spirit or soul; she hadn't even cultivated one. As for Profound Poison, this world didn't have it... wait, it did. If he were to take the toxic demonic potions from his item inventory to kill someone, the poison those victims suffered from could be considered "Profound Poison," right?

After reading the description of the inferior medical treasure, Zhang Wuyong looked back at the string of question marks. They seemed to twist constantly, reminding him of the absurdity he felt when the system first appeared, as if it were on the verge of being flushed down a toilet.

He closed the system, left the hospital, and went to a small snack shop nearby to order a bowl of fried noodles. He hadn't eaten anything all day. Although his father had brought fast food in the evening, how could he have had the appetite? Only now, coming back to his senses, did he feel his stomach empty and achingly hungry.

He picked up his chopsticks, lifted the noodles stained caramel-brown by soy sauce, and brought them to his mouth. While eating, he quietly reopened the system to confirm that the "Demonic Crystal Creation Coffin (Inferior Quality)" was still there. The fear that this was all just a dream made him terrified of waking up. If he woke up and Auntie Zhu was safe, that would be fine. But if he woke up to find this "inferior treasure" gone, while Auntie Zhu remained in the critical care ward...

After finishing his meal, Zhang Wuyong took a deep breath. He found a nearby convenience store that stayed open all night, where he bought a calligraphy brush and some paper. Then, in a deserted spot nearby, he used the streetlights to take out the manual of talismans. He produced the box of Profound Light Sand, dipped his brush into the sand he had crushed earlier, and began to frantically copy the "Invisibility Talisman" from the bamboo slip.

The Invisibility Talisman on the bamboo slip was like a concave practice sheet for children. By writing with the special cinnabar, as long as he traced the engravings on the slip, he could "print" the talisman into mysterious dashed lines. Then, by following those lines, he could write it onto the paper. If it were special talisman paper from another world, it could be preserved for a long time. If it were ordinary paper, the talisman would disappear within a few hours as the spiritual energy dissipated.