Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

An entry from a certain online encyclopedia.

If you want to get to know various ladies, then at the beginning, you need to find topics related to them or things they're interested in. Only this way can the story unfold more smoothly.

Clearly, Ling Yi of the past was someone with this mindset.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for a nursing student working hard to pursue a master's degree in traditional Chinese medicine, and coincidentally meeting another student focused on general surgery, Ling Yi's dual expertise in traditional Chinese medicine and general surgery could have been more advanced.

Of course, losing one thing often leads to gaining another. If it weren't for these circumstances, he wouldn't have met an art student from another city and a lady chef...

Going off on a tangent.

Speaking of two millennia ago in the new century's past, Lord Hua Yuanhua could perform surgeries like opening up the belly.

At that time, there were no surgical lights, air purification systems to ensure a sterile environment, or other modern conditions.

Similarly, in the martial world narrative of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" by Jin X, "Doctor of Death" Ping Yizhi also performs a chest surgery amidst humble conditions. He saves one of the "Six Peach Valley Immortals," who had a sword piercing through his chest, by using a combination of internal and external medicinal powders, allowing the severely injured patient to awaken swiftly and sit up right after the surgery.

A wondrous internal martial arts system!

As for Ling Yi, although he doesn't possess such profound and extensive medical knowledge, nor does he hold any miraculous prescriptions, he does have an equally remarkable martial spirit and soul skills.

Regarding internal martial power, as depicted with Tang San in the original work, its effects are virtually indistinguishable from soul power.

...

Since early May, Ling Yi has embarked on a noble path of healing and saving the dying.

The Duchy of Waterwood stretches from the northern Chillwind City to the central Woodplant City, and all the way south to Azure City.

To the east and west, it encompasses the coastal barracks by the sea and the distant mountain barracks near the border of the Sky Dou Empire.

Taking these five landmark locations as bases, the duchy spans over eleven hundred li from east to west, with a maximum north-south distance of nearly a thousand li.

It's the eleventh month of the Douluo calendar year 2606.

At the western fringe of the Waterwood Duchy, thirty li southwest of the distant mountain barracks, outside the Howling Wind Canyon.

At the height of noon, a group of seven or eight people hurriedly rushed out from within the canyon, their goal clear—a wooden cabin over two hundred meters away.

"Mr. Ling! Mr. Ling—!"

Despite still being tens of meters away, the leading figure called out as he ran.

Before he could continue, a robust figure burst from the cabin, wielding a two-meter-long dark iron staff, pointed towards the approaching group, and barked, "Brother Yi is saving lives, keep quiet!"

Two yellow rings of light danced at his feet, and his fierce gaze lent his otherwise ordinary features a compelling allure.

It was Zhang Mufeng.

Having just turned fourteen, Zhang Mufeng was now a spirit master with two spirit rings at the twenty-second level.

At his command, the middle-aged man at the front instinctively slowed his pace but soon glanced back at his comrades and the heavily injured figure they carried. Clenching his teeth, he pleaded softly with Zhang Mufeng, "Brother Zhang, please notify Mr. Ling for us. My brother is gravely wounded, any delay might..."

Hearing this, Zhang Mufeng cast a glance at the middle-aged man before shifting his eyes to the blood-soaked figure being carried closer.

As soon as Zhang Mufeng laid his eyes on the scene, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

"Tragic, truly tragic!" he thought to himself.

The injuries of this person were far more severe than those of the one being treated inside the house!

The person's upper body seemed to have been brutally slashed by a sharp weapon, leaving a terrifying and ghastly wound that stretched from his left shoulder down to his right lower abdomen. Even with strips of fabric torn from his clothing wrapped around his body, blood continued to gush forth.

Moreover, his left arm below the elbow was missing, as was half of his right foot, and these severed parts were held firmly by a woman dressed in gray leather armor, one in each hand.

The scene was shockingly intense!

If it hadn’t been for the past month of witnessing many similar chaotic scenes while working with Brother Yi, the fourteen-year-old Zhang Mufeng might have collapsed right there.

With a deep frown, Zhang Mufeng left a curt "wait a moment," nodded to Qingqiu Xin who had just followed him out, and stepped into the wooden hut.

Moments later, Zhang Mufeng appeared again in front of the anxious group of seven, saying, "Brother Yi wants you to bring the wounded inside, but not too many people..."

In the end, led by a middle-aged man and the gray-armored woman, they carefully carried the injured body and severed limbs into the hut under Zhang Mufeng's guidance.

As soon as they entered, the refreshing fragrance of herbs and plants wafted through the air, invigorating the spirits of the middle-aged man and the gray-armored woman who had just faced a life-and-death battle.

Due to four skylights in the roof, the golden sunlight poured in, illuminating the entire hut, allowing the middle-aged man who was a Soul Master and the gray-armored woman, a great Soul Master, to see every detail clearly.

On the walls inside the hut, rows of "Blue Silver Grass" grew systematically in outward-leaning wooden troughs, resonating with the verdant "Blue Silver Grass" outside, though these appeared more vibrant and lively.

The invigorating herbal fragrance emanated from these larger and sturdier "Blue Silver Grass."

Inside the room, the person middle-aged man was yearning to see, Mr. Ling, stood with a solemn expression by a makeshift bed resembling a long table, busily at work with his head down.

Without turning around, Ling Yi merely raised a hand to point at a small green bottle on a nearby high-legged shelf. "Give him a drink of that 'rejuvenation potion' first to keep him alive. I'll be ready here shortly—"

With that said, he continued focusing on stitching the intestines inside the unconscious young man laying before him.

Guided by Long In, the middle-aged man carefully placed the severely injured person he was carrying onto another makeshift bed. After taking the small green bottle handed over by Zhang Mufeng, he nodded gratefully, mouthing a silent thanks.

He then uncorked the bottle, gently pried open the mouth of the grievously wounded person, and poured the green-brown liquid inside.

Elsewhere, with a serene demeanor, Ling Yi paid no heed to the bloody mess or the writhing internal organs in front of him. He finally managed to sew up the intestines, which had been severed in several places, as well as the split abdomen.

Raising his bloodstained hands, the vine-like "Blue Silver Grass" spirit emerged. With a thought, a tender yellow-green light and a green light flew out successively, landing on the youth's abdomen.

Without looking at the rapidly healing stitches on the abdomen, Ling Yi addressed another young man waiting by the side, "He's alright now. Next time his stomach gets pierced, try not to engage in violent battle before removing the blade.

With a soul master's physical skill and soul power, you can completely pull out the blade and temporarily seal the wound with soul power.

This way, when you come here, I just need to use my first soul skill, and he should be fine, rather than ending up with his intestines turned into nine-layered bowels—"

Having said that, and amid the youth's repeated thanks, Ling Yi waved his hand and stepped towards the newly arrived severely injured individual.

Upon approaching, Ling Yi could see at a glance that the person's breathing was faint. His chest, cut at an angle, barely moved. Ling Yi frowned.

At that moment, Long In had already brought over a new supply shelf along with new tools on top.

Harnessing his soul power and physical strength, Ling Yi shook off the bloodstains on his hands, then washed them in the clean water and strong liquor brought by Zhang Mufeng and Qingqiu Xin respectively. With the same power, he ensured his hands were clean and tidy again.

Ling Yi raised his hand to take a sharp knife, two fingers long and one finger wide, from the shelf. With a swift motion, he sliced through the clothing and bandages of the severely injured patient.

Silently, both the sturdy outerwear and inner garments were cut open. Amazingly, despite cutting through the inner garment close to the skin, the razor-sharp knife did not harm the flesh beneath.

As the clothing that kept the wound covered was removed, blood that had been slowly seeping out began to flow rapidly.

Fortunately, Ling Yi was prepared. At some unknown moment, several silver needles had appeared in his hand, which he instantly and expertly placed at various points on the upper body of the injured individual.

Immediately, the horrific wound that had been bleeding uncontrollably stopped its flow.

He picked up a fresh, sharp knife again and meticulously removed necrotic and deformed flesh and extracted all the broken and splintered bone fragments.

After completing the cleaning process, Ling Yi took a thin needle, as fine as a hair, and began to sew together the severed arteries, veins, muscles, organs, and skin of the wounded patient before him. Every move was precise, simple, and efficient, bringing awe to all witnessing the scene inside the wooden cabin.

But this was not all. Having finished treating the massive diagonal wound on the upper body, Ling Yi then picked up a severed arm and foot nearby. With the seventh and eighth small knives, he cleaned the wound surfaces and reattached them to their original positions.

Streaks of light flashed in Ling Yi’s hands, each guided with perfection to wherever there was a wound on the patient.

In Ling Yi’s spiritual perception, a layer of tissue appeared at each wound, as thin as a cicada’s wing yet fundamentally different in nature, connecting the previously separated injured tissues seamlessly as if they had never been torn apart.

…

Instructing the groups to take the injured back to rest and recuperate well, Ling Yi felt the emptiness of his soul power and the looming dizziness that hinted at the limits of his mental strength. Under the concerned gazes of Zhang Mufeng and the others, he returned to the resting room inside the wooden house and fell asleep, surrounded by hundreds of slightly purple "Blue Silver Grass".

(End of Chapter)