Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Shortcomings of Time Stop

Fang Chen felt very thirsty.

The parched sensation burned from the depths of his throat all the way to his chest, feeling as if coarse sandpaper was rubbing against it. His head was terribly heavy, as if filled with thick mud. The slightest stirring of a thought churned his mind into a chaotic mess, leaving behind only a dull ache.

"Where am I?" he thought. "It hurts. It hurts too much! Am I dead?"

The thoughts flashed vaguely through his mind.

"If I’m dead... it shouldn’t hurt this much, right? Where did I die?"

Fragments of his memory began to piece themselves together with great difficulty. Light... flashing blades and crossing swords... interwoven cyan and yellow Sword Aura... a heavy impact on his back... warm liquid in his mouth and terrified eyes... and... him forcing himself to walk out of that training room, step by step...

"Right, I remember. I think... I just finished a match at the society," he thought.

Holding his breath, he exhausted his remaining willpower in an attempt to pry open his heavy eyelids. The attempt failed. A heavy exhaustion surged up once again, dragging him back into the darkness.

He slept heavily for an unknown amount of time.

The next time he woke up, his eyelids were no longer as heavy as lead. He tried opening his eyes and did so with ease. His vision was blurry at first, but after a moment of adaptation, it gradually cleared.

A white ceiling.

The faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air, but it wasn’t pungent; rather, it gave off a sense of cleanliness. He slightly turned his neck. The room was small and tidy. He was lying on a white hospital bed, covered with a thin quilt. An IV needle was inserted into the back of his left hand, and transparent liquid dripped into his vein drop by drop. Looking down, he could see bandages wrapped around his chest, abdomen, and arms.

"Am I in... a hospital?" he wondered.

He shifted his body, wanting to sit up a little. This slight movement caught the attention of the person next to him. On the escort chair beside the bed, a figure that had been resting face down stirred and lifted her head, revealing a weary face. She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Ah! Junior Brother Fang! You’re awake!"

It was Fan Yutong.

Fang Chen looked at her. His lips moved, and his voice came out incredibly hoarse. "Thank you..."

"Hey! No need to be so polite with me. It’s the least I could do. You’re my god of wealth, after all." Fan Yutong immediately stood up and nimbly pressed the call button at the head of the bed. Then, she turned to pour some water. "You must be thirsty, right? Sleeping for so long, you must be parched. Have some water first."

She poured a cup of warm water, inserted a straw, and brought it to Fang Chen’s lips. He took a few slow sips through the straw.

"Were you the one... who just brought me here?"

"What do you mean ’just’?" Fan Yutong looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You’ve been asleep for three whole days!"

"Three... days?" Fang Chen was stunned.

"Yeah!" Fan Yutong gestured. "The doctor performed surgery on you that very night. You didn’t see it, but those wounds..." She gestured on her own body. "In some places, they were this deep and this long! Even the attending doctor was shocked."

Her tone then shifted, becoming a bit more relaxed. "But fortunately, Dr. Pu’s Medical Skills are superb. You know our academy’s medical standards, and the medicines are fully stocked. Dr. Pu said the surgery was very successful, and you have a solid foundation. As long as you rest well, take your medicine, and change your dressings on time, you should... be fully recovered after a month or two of rest."

Fang Chen listened silently and nodded.

In many aspects, this world seemed more backward than his previous life, but its surgical Medical Skills and traumatology were exceptionally advanced. This was likely closely related to the entire society’s reverence for the Martial Dao and its environment of frequent conflict. Coupled with the nourishment of Spiritual Qi, numerous miraculous healing medicines had also been born.

"I’m really... heavily injured this time," Fang Chen thought. "It seems the Time Stop Domain still has its flaws."

For ordinary injuries—such as Inner Breath instability caused by True Qi fluctuations, superficial flesh wounds, or even when his shoulder blade was pierced by that Ghost Shadow during the dreamscape incident last time—he could rely on meditating and circulating his Cultivation Technique to heal, or take some medicine, allowing time to slowly nurse his body back to health within the Time Stop Domain.

However, the situation was entirely different when facing severe or potentially fatal injuries like this time. Pure self-recovery capabilities simply couldn’t effectively handle such complex trauma. Forcing himself to recuperate independently within the Time Stop Domain would instead cause the wounds to deteriorate due to the lack of timely medical treatment.

"Unless... my cultivation base makes another breakthrough and my life level undergoes a qualitative leap," Fang Chen pondered.

According to ancient records and the oral accounts of some seniors, once a Martial Artist’s cultivation reached the Earth Tier, the increase in their Qi and Blood Value would vastly enhance their body’s recovery effects. As for those Celestial Tier experts, their Life Force was as boundless as the sea; it was said that they could even regenerate severed limbs!

"I wonder if that’s true or not," he thought. He realized that it was necessary for him to learn some surgical Medical Skills and prepare a complete set of first-aid surgical supplies. If he were to suffer such severe injuries again in the future, he could at least perform preliminary treatments—stopping the bleeding and debriding the wounds—before relying on meditation and his Qi and Blood to slowly recover. As for a sterile environment... with True Essence or True Qi, it wouldn’t be difficult to isolate a clean area.

Just then, the ward door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged female nurse walked in. She first checked the monitoring equipment at the head of the bed before looking at Fang Chen.

"You’re awake? How are you feeling?" She walked over to the bed, routinely checked Fang Chen’s pupils and pulse, and gently pressed a few bandaged areas on his abdomen to ask about the pain.

"I’m alright. I just don’t have much strength, and it hurts when I move," Fang Chen answered truthfully.

"Mhm, that’s normal. Your injuries are healing a bit better than expected." The nurse nodded, jotting something down on the medical clipboard in her hand. "After all, you already have the cultivation of the High Martial Realm, so your body’s self-healing ability is much stronger than an ordinary person’s. The main critical surgeries are done, so all that’s left is to nourish the wounds and let them grow."

She tucked the clipboard away and smiled. "Dr. Pu mentioned during morning rounds that since you’re awake, conscious, and have stable vital signs, you can consider being discharged. After you go back to the dorms, you just need to circulate your Cultivation Technique to nourish the wounds."

"Understood, thank you," Fang Chen replied.

"You’re welcome. In a bit, just have your family member... oh, have this classmate go handle the discharge procedures." After offering a few more instructions, the nurse turned and left the ward.

Fan Yutong quickly went to handle the paperwork. When she returned, Fang Chen was resting with his eyes closed in deep concentration, guiding his True Essence to nourish his injuries. Seeing Fan Yutong return, he slowly concluded his cultivation and opened his eyes.

"The paperwork is done. We can leave now."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Fan." Fang Chen then asked, "Senior Sister Fan, is there any place in the academy... where I can learn relatively practical surgical Medical Skills or first-aid treatment? Like a relevant society, or any training courses offered?"

"Surgical Medical Skills? First aid?" Fan Yutong paused for a moment before a smile spread across her face, as if she had remembered something amusing. "There is! What, Junior Brother Fang, are you interested in this? Do you want to be able to treat yourself when you get hurt in the future?"

Her smile deepened, carrying a touch of playfulness and mystery. She leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "In the Cyan Simurgh Society, there happens to be someone who is very skilled in surgery and traumatology. She’s great at treating all kinds of external trauma, setting bones, and even conditioning the internal organs. A lot of society members secretly seek her help when they get injured; it’s even faster than going to the medical department."

She looked at Fang Chen and blinked. "Moreover... you actually know this person."

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