Ye Ming felt that all his strength had been drained from his body. He was groggy and didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he saw a greasy, fat face close at hand.
"I'm sorry!"
Ye Ming was startled and couldn't help but curse.
"Wake up! Lao Ye wakes up!"
The fat face suddenly beamed with joy, and he shouted excitedly outside.
The door was almost pushed open, and Liu Qing was the first to rush in, followed by Xiao Hui and Fugui.
"Xiao Ming, how are you feeling?"
Liu Qing threw herself to the bedside and asked with concern. Ye Ming found that her eyes were red, she must have just cried.
"Squeak!"
"Woof woof!"
Xiao Hui and Fugui also lay on the edge of the bed and called Ye Ming a few times to show concern.
"I'm fine, how is my dad?"
Liu Qing said: "Don't worry, Uncle Jinxian woke up yesterday and ate a big bowl of porridge and two steamed buns this morning!"
Hearing that his father was fine, Ye Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to raise his hand to comb the messy hair around Liu Qing's ears, but found that he couldn't move, and he didn't even have the strength to bend his fingers.
Ye Ming was a little panicked. Why couldn't he feel his body? Could it be that he was paralyzed by sending too much spiritual energy to his father?
"As long as it's okay, it's okay! Xiao Ming, you must be hungry after sleeping for three days and three nights, right? I'll make you something delicious!"
Liu Qing touched Ye Ming's cheek, covered him with the quilt, then turned around and went out to the kitchen to cook.
"Master Patriarch, you scared me so much that you almost couldn't breathe when you were in a coma. Fortunately, I am very skilled in medicine and used our Ziyang Sect's unique acupuncture skills to save you from hell!"
Li Daoran sat beside the bed and babbled, completely unaware that Ye Ming's face was getting more and more ugly.
Ye Ming tried to use his mental skills to get his body back into action, but his dantian was empty and there was no trace of vitality at all.
The stubborn Ye Ming did not give up, until his head was covered with sweat and his Dantian had no reaction at all, and he could not even sense the aura from the outside world.
"Am I useless?"
Ye Ming was extremely upset, but he had no regrets. It was still very profitable to exchange all his spiritual energy for his father's life.
Although there is no spiritual energy in his body, Ye Ming still does not intend to give up. He will try his best to recover.
Ye Ming opened his eyes and said: "Master Tao, give me a glass of water."
Li Daoran responded, picked up the cup from the table, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Ye Ming.
"Um?"
Only then did Li Daoran realize that Ye Ming was watching him helplessly but did not reach out to take it.
"Master Patriarch, can't you move?"
"Now I only have feeling in my head, and I can't move at all from the neck down."
Li Daoran's face also became serious: "You were not injured when you fainted. I even checked specifically. Why is this happening?"
Ye Ming couldn't give a reason: "Don't worry about it. I have an emerald gourd hanging around my neck. You put a drop of the liquid inside it in the water for me to drink."
Since there is no spiritual energy in the body, Ye Ming thought of borrowing the spiritual energy from the jade gourd to replenish it. As long as the Dantian can absorb a trace, once the "Cangsheng Jue" is activated, it can continuously absorb external spiritual energy to repair the body.
Li Daoran followed Ye Ming's words, took out the jade gourd, dropped a small drop into the water glass, and then found a straw for Ye Ming to drink.
A cup of water containing rich spiritual energy entered the stomach and was quickly absorbed by the body. However, Ye Ming's expression did not show joy, because although the spiritual energy finally merged into the Dantian, it was like a cow flowing into the sea and had no effect at all.
"Pour me another drink!"
In this way, Ye Ming drank cup after cup of spiritual energy water until his stomach was round and there was no trace of spiritual energy left in his Dantian.
"belch!"
Ye Ming's stomach felt uncomfortable and he could only give up the idea of drinking water again.
"Master Patriarch, don't be sad, maybe you'll be fine in a few days!"
Li Daoran expressed relief, and Ye Ming could only agree with his thoughts. After all, there was no other way.
Seeing that Ye Ming was a little unhappy, Li Daoran changed the subject and said: "Master, I'm a little curious, how did you heal Uncle Jinxian? Uncle Jinxian's injury was very serious that day, and the probability of being sent to a big hospital for rescue was also low.
Very slim.”
Ye Ming said: "I used Qi."
Li Daoran raised his eyebrows: "Angry? What anger?"
"Of course it's spiritual energy. Doesn't Ziyang Clan have any cultivation techniques?"
Li Daoran said: "Of course there is, but how can the Qi cultivated be used to cure diseases?"
Ye Ming asked curiously: "Why not?"
He obviously didn't know anything about the cultivation world, so Li Daoran patiently explained it to him.
Everyone practices different exercises, and the frequency of Qi will be different. Even if they practice the same exercises, they will be different due to differences in the human body.
It's like comparing qi to blood. Blood has type A and type B, and they cannot transport each other. Otherwise, the two different qi will be repulsive and life-threatening. Unless someone cultivates qi with type O blood, it can be transported to anyone.
Ye Ming frowned and thought, it turns out that the Qi is not the same. Why can the "Cangsheng Jue" he cultivated be delivered to his father and Xiao Hui Fugui without any problem? Could it be that "Cangsheng Jue" is a mass spiritual energy similar to type O blood?
Li Daoran also figured out that Ye Minglian's Qi could be conveyed to anyone without rejection, and a look of envy inevitably appeared in his eyes.
If I practice Ye Ming's technique, I won't need medicine to treat people's illnesses in the future. I can directly input spiritual energy to cure the injury. How awesome!
Ye Ming saw what he was thinking and said, "You want to learn? I'll teach you!"
Li Daoran smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it. Changing exercises is not that easy. Let's take blood as an example. Changing exercises is like changing blood. Maybe someone will die!"
"Don't worry about this anymore. Grandmaster, you are weak, so you should get more rest!"
After talking so much, Ye Ming felt really tired. He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly. When he woke up again, it was already dark.
Li Daoran didn't know where he went, Liu Qing was guarding him, and when Ye Ming woke up, he quickly brought food.
Li Daoran should have told her about Ye Ming's situation. Liu Qing fed him porridge as if she were serving a baby, which moved Ye Ming very much.
"Xiao Ming, don't worry. It may be that you are too tired from treating Uncle Jinxian. He will recover after a few days of rest."
Liu Qing comforted Ye Ming, but her eyes were red.
"Don't worry, Xiao Ming, even if you can't stand up in the future, I will serve you forever!"
Ye Ming was extremely moved by Liu Qing's heartfelt words. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth, so he finally turned into a thank you.
During the two days that Ye Ming was in bed, he kept asking Li Daoran to pour spiritual energy water into himself and prepare medicine to regulate his body. On the third day, he could finally move his arms, but there was still no trace of spiritual energy in his Dantian.
"This is a good start. Grandmaster, if you drink more water and take more medicine, you will definitely be alive and well in less than ten days and a half!"
Li Daoran brought a funnel and a bucket of water in his hand. Ye Ming's face turned green. Do you use me as a sewer? You can't drink such a big bucket of water to death!
In the past few days, Liu Qing had served Ye Jinxian and then Ye Ming, and she was so exhausted that she lost weight.
Ye Ming looked distressed and said that he should not accompany me at night and just let Li Daoran keep an eye on me.
Liu Qing was worried, Li Daoran patted his chest and said, Sister Qing, go to sleep in peace, I will make sure Lao Ye is comfortable.
Seeing his vow, Liu Qing nodded and went back to rest, but before nine o'clock, Li Daoran was lying on his chair and snoring.
Ye Ming rolled his eyes in anger, thinking that instead of calling him Li Daoran, it would be more appropriate to call him Li Daozhu.
In the dead silence of midnight, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Ye Ming opened his eyes and looked, the moonlight reflected a strange shadow on the door and window. This chapter has been completed!