Chapter 126: The Miraculous Art of Rejuvenation

The brothers clasped hands, and the soldier’s eyes grew slightly moist. "Little Su, your brother was wounded while saving us three comrades. He was wounded for the country. The leadership has ordered that we use the best medical plans and the finest medicine to save him at all costs."

"Don't say that, Zhijun. That was our duty!" Lin Xiaoyang said. "With this injury, I can never return to the outpost again. The heavy burden there will have to rely on you all."

"Rest assured, Captain!" Zhijun gave a military salute. "There are sixteen of us left in the squad, and we will certainly report back to you with outstanding results!"

He walked out, leaving the hospital room to the two brothers.

Lin Xiaoyang struggled to prop up his pillows and looked at Lin Xiaosu. "Two years, and you seem to have become more handsome... I heard from Mom that you opened a detective agency in Fengcheng?"

"Yes."

"You can actually solve cases? How come I didn't know that? You aren't just messing around, are you?" His older brother’s voice was light, and there was even a smile on his face.

"Seven years ago, you warned me that I had to study hard to make you proud. I wouldn't dare ignore your words, brother, so I worked hard and learned some skills," Lin Xiaosu smiled.

"Haha, that’s my good brother!" Lin Xiaoyang said. "And you have a girlfriend? Have you already moved her into the house?"

"Ahem... you know about that too?" This was a hard topic to answer.

"What do you mean 'you know too'?" Lin Xiaoyang replied. "Don't you know our mother? She wouldn't let such a joyous occasion go by without telling the whole world..."

After a pleasant and relaxing trip down memory lane, Lin Xiaoyang seemed to be deliberately avoiding the current reality.

Finally, silence fell.

Lin Xiaoyang slowly lifted his gaze. "Zhijun said that when Mom got the call this morning, she cried. When you left, was she... was she doing okay?"

"She was crying when she sent me off," Lin Xiaosu said. "Brother, I want to try... to see if I can save your legs."

Lin Xiaoyang shook his head gently. "If there were even the slightest way, who wouldn't want to save them? But there is no way, is there? Don't worry, Little Su, I can accept it. It’s just going to be harder on Mom. Once I go back, I’ll work on her..."

"Modern medicine can't save them, but what if we try Ancient Martial Arts?"

"Ancient Martial Arts?" Lin Xiaoyang frowned.

"I learned the Miao clan’s Rejuvenation Technique. As they say, a 'miraculous hand brings spring'—it can bring things back to life!" Lin Xiaosu said. "It should have some effect. Let me take a look..."

He reached out, grabbed the sheet, and prepared to pull it back.

Lin Xiaoyang grabbed his hand. "Don't mess around. Everything is bandaged up down there; don't make it difficult for the doctors."

"Brother, I have never disobeyed your words before, but today, listen to me just this once, and let me try!" Lin Xiaosu’s hand rose gently and pressed against Lin Xiaoyang’s neck.

Lin Xiaoyang’s body went limp, and he fell into a coma.

This was the fourth technique of the "Eight Military Forms," a single strike to render an enemy unconscious. It was the only move Lin Xiaosu knew, learned from the Qianlong 101 unit. These eight forms were simple, essential training for soldiers, and seemingly unremarkable, yet their power varied depending on the user.

Now that he was unconscious, Lin Xiaosu could act freely.

Why was he so insistent on coming here?

Because he knew the miraculous healing power of the Rejuvenation Technique.

Last time, when he and Changye were hunting that red bird, the flesh on his hand had been shredded away, yet he had fully recovered in just one afternoon.

This was the true specialty of the Rejuvenation Technique: miraculous healing.

He had always thought the technique only worked on himself, but after his interaction with Miao Ruolan last night, he realized that the technique had essentially opened a back door for him.

It could be applied to others.

And so, restoring his brother’s legs was his "challenge to the impossible."

With a gentle scrape of his fingernail, the tightly wrapped bandages parted...

Revealing the shocking wounds beneath...

The injuries were severe—flesh torn to shreds, blood dripping, and white bone visible amidst the gore...

This was caused by a grenade or a landmine.

Large amounts of shrapnel remained embedded in the flesh. In the doctor's dictionary, these legs were already written off, so there was no need to remove the shrapnel and make him suffer for nothing.

But Lin Xiaosu, of course, did not think that way.

He gripped his brother’s legs tightly. The "Silver Fish" in his brain was more active than ever. At this moment, he seemed to become one with his brother. He clearly sensed the location of the shrapnel. His internal energy transformed into countless chains, reaching the location of the metal fragments, pulling them slowly. With a soft *pop*, almost simultaneously, all the shrapnel emerged from the wounds.

Blood sprayed out.

Then, as the Rejuvenation energy surged in, the hemorrhaging stopped instantly. Following that, the wounds began to ripple and knit together.

About ten minutes later.

All the wounds on Lin Xiaoyang’s legs had closed; blood no longer flowed. Using his internal energy as a guide, Lin Xiaosu wove through both legs, connecting nerve after nerve. The process was truly incredible...

He was focused as never before.

The hospital room was deathly silent.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the door—a woman’s gasp.

Lin Xiaosu snapped his head up. It was the young nurse. "You... what are you doing? Stop at once!"

*Thump, thump, thump...*

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, and two people hurried in...

As they entered the room, their expressions changed instantly.

It was Zhijun and the doctor.

Lin Xiaosu looked up. "I'm sorry, Doctor, but I decided to use Ancient Martial Arts to treat my brother."

The nurse exclaimed, "You’re treating him? You’re just messing around, you..."

Her voice cut off abruptly. Her eyes were fixed on the two legs above the sheet. The horrific wounds had vanished; the skin had healed.

The doctor, of course, noticed this too. He lunged forward, pressing his fingers against the injured leg, his hand trembling slightly.

Soon, the results of the examination were in.

They were absolutely unbelievable.

The injured legs were healing, the nerves were fully reconnected, the blood vessels had mended, and all signs of necrosis had vanished...

"Ancient Martial Arts... Ancient Martial Arts..." several veteran doctors muttered, as if in a dream.

"Dr. Zhang, is the surgery tomorrow still happening?" The nurse held her tray, looking up.

Dr. Zhang let out a long breath. "If there are no complications, his legs will recover in a month at most. Why would we still need surgery?"

The nurse flew off, running to the hospital room.

In the room, by the bed where the sleeping Lin Xiaoyang lay, Lin Xiaosu and Zhijun both looked up, staring at the nurse.

The nurse took a deep breath. "The exam results are in. His legs are saved, and the surgery tomorrow is canceled."

Zhijun jumped up and hugged Lin Xiaosu, shaking him violently. If they weren't in a hospital room, his cheers would have shaken the heavens.

Lin Xiaosu had intended to stay for the night shift, but Zhijun firmly disagreed. His reasoning: You’ve already done the most miraculous part, which is basically stealing the doctor’s work. Daily nursing is my job, and you can’t steal that from me too. So, go find a hotel and get some good rest.

Lin Xiaosu had no choice but to agree.

The next morning, when Lin Xiaosu returned to the room, his brother was already awake, sitting on the bed, gently patting his legs while looking at the sky outside the window.

His thoughts seemed to be drifting very, very far away...

The sound of the door opening startled him. He turned his head sharply and saw Lin Xiaosu’s smiling face.

"Little Su! Come over here..."

Lin Xiaosu walked closer. "Brother, how are you feeling?"

"To put it in two words: miraculous. To put it in three: unimaginable... Little Su, how are you so divine? You actually know Ancient Martial Arts!"

"Mainly because I'm quite lazy. If you lost your legs, wouldn't the heavy burden of taking care of Mom and Dad fall on my shoulders? So, I very uncharitably dragged you back from your medical retirement..."

The nurse on the side giggled.

Zhijun laughed as well.

Lin Xiaoyang glared at him, then couldn't help but laugh too. "Come on, let’s give Mom the good news."

They started a video call, and both brothers appeared in the frame.

Lin Xiaoyang told his mother happily, "Mom, don't worry, I don't need an amputation."

His mother, whose eyes had been filled with tears, wiped them away, both shocked and delighted. "Yang'er, are you telling the truth?"

"It's the truth!"

"That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful... Xiaoye, come over here..."

His mother’s tears fell again—tears of joy. Xiaoye smiled on the other end, her smile exceptionally pure.

Lin Xiaoyang didn't mention Lin Xiaosu’s unfathomable treatment method, only telling his mother the result.

And the result was all his mother wanted.

The call ended, having brought peace of mind to their mother, and the atmosphere in the room grew lively.

The nurse told Lin Xiaosu that although his brother’s injuries were no longer a problem, he had been severely wounded and suffered from a depletion of blood and energy. He would need a long period of recuperation, during which it would be best to supplement with highly nutritious food.

"Alright, I'll go to a restaurant and order some," Lin Xiaosu said.

"Restaurant food is mostly about flavor, not suitable for a patient’s recovery. Anyway, my shift is over, so I’ll take you to buy some."

The nurses worked in two shifts, and although her shift had ended at seven, this young nurse had stayed until after eight.

She led Lin Xiaosu out of the hospital.

Next to the hospital, there were many shops selling supplements, fruit, and flower baskets—the usual things people chose when visiting patients.

But the nurse didn't even look at them, leading Lin Xiaosu further ahead. Under the shade of a tree, there sat a woman wearing traditional Miao attire, with a child wrapped in cloth on her back. The child’s eyes were incredibly lively, darting around behind the patterned fabric, licking the mother’s headscarf with a small tongue—looking very well-behaved.

"Big sister, are these the black-bone chickens from the Witch God Mountain?" the nurse asked.

"Yes."

"And this *huangjing* (Solomon's seal)? Where is it from?"

"From the Peacock Valley."

"One black-bone chicken and three roots of *huangjing*, how much?"

After some bargaining, Lin Xiaosu spent 120 yuan for the chicken and the three roots.

On the way back, the nurse told him, "Black-bone chicken from the Witch God Mountain and *huangjing* from the Peacock Valley—when stewed together, the effect is incomparable."

Lin Xiaosu frowned slightly. "Incomparable? Do black-bone chicken and *huangjing* really have that effect?"

"Black-bone chicken and *huangjing* from most places don't have this effect. Only those from the Witch God Mountain and Peacock Valley do."

Lin Xiaosu was confused. "Why is that?"

"Maybe the soil and water quality in those two places are different..." The nurse walked toward the hospital dormitory building. "Let's stew it at my place."

"This... wouldn't that be too much trouble?" Lin Xiaosu said.

"It’s fine, I’m off shift anyway, and I’m just idling about."

She lived in the dormitory building in a small suite, no more than forty square meters. Small as a sparrow, it was complete with every organ: a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

She busied herself in the kitchen, slaughtering the chicken and plucking the feathers.

Lin Xiaosu washed the *huangjing*, scraping off the skin. He suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt that this *huangjing* was truly different from any he had seen before. There was an incredibly faint energy fluctuation within it—one that couldn't be felt without careful sensing. When he sensed it closely, his heart gave a slight jolt.