The system rambled on for quite a while.
Meng Yao basically understood that the Spiritual Body could continue cultivating thanks to the host.
The host chosen by the Spiritual Body would have increasingly good luck.
Because only when the host becomes better, can the Spiritual Body gain more.
This means Tao Hua will become better and better in the future, with a high probability of becoming a widely admired figure.
Only then would the Spiritual Body need the Power of Faith.
The system finally summarized—
[It’s so delicious now, it’ll definitely be even more delicious in the future. Really, I want to eat it so badly.]
[If I could bind with a host who has a Spiritual Body, I might not only repair the damage but could also upgrade.]
"Why don’t you go with her then?" Meng Yao said indifferently.
Though the system provided her with some conveniences, Meng Yao felt her days wouldn’t be too bad without it. She’d just have to work a bit harder.
[Host, how could you say that? Is this system the kind to jump ship easily? Once bound to a host, I’m the host’s system and can’t be forcibly removed.]
The system’s tone was a bit like a sycophant.
Meng Yao had reason to suspect that it was only saying this because it couldn’t leave.
[Honestly, host, if you ever get the chance, let me devour the Spiritual Body.]
"Give up on that idea, there’s no chance." Meng Yao said expressionlessly.
[Don’t be so heartless. It’s actually more beneficial for the host of the Spiritual Body if it’s devoured.]
[The Spiritual Body can make the host shine brightly, but in the end, it will devour the host’s soul.]
[Like you, where the original soul disappeared and you came. So after you came, you became that person. But the Spiritual Body is not like that! They coexist initially and then take over the nest, which is very unfair to the host.]
"What do you mean by ’in the end’?"
[The more outstanding the host, the shorter this time will be.]
Meng Yao contemplated, so the extraordinary aspects of Tao Hua are due to the Spiritual Body’s mischief?
No, the system said that the Spiritual Body currently cannot affect the host, so her innate charm, despite her young age, is her true nature.
"We’ll deal with future matters in the future," Meng Yao said.
She’s not a saint who saves the world; she can’t meddle in others’ lives or deaths.
Besides, the Spiritual Body is so powerful, she in her mere mortal flesh wouldn’t dare take risks.
[Alright, host, trust me, I wouldn’t harm the host.]
The system sounded cheerful.
The host isn’t very willing now, but it believes she will change her mind eventually.
Once it devours the Spiritual Body, it won’t have to be so repressed anymore, a delightful thought.
Meng Yao was already mulling over it in her mind. No wonder Tao Hua could procure so many fresh herbs; individuals who cultivate often possess some paradise, growing various Spirit Grass and Spiritual Medicine.
But what about her peculiar gaze?
Novels and TV shows have talked about how fox spirits can charm people.
Could it be that the Spiritual Body on Tao Hua is a fox spirit?
Fox spirits are very beautiful, right? She’s never seen a real fox spirit before. What should she do with this curiosity?
Chai Hu’s urgent voice came through.
Meng Yao hurriedly followed to the outside.
There was someone lying on a door panel, blood gushing from their abdomen.
"I’ve checked, the abdomen is torn open, the intestines are exposed." Doctor Su said, "The blood loss is too severe, afraid it’s..."
"The ox went mad, pierced by the horn." The man who brought the person said anxiously, "Doctor, you must save my brother-in-law. My sister is due this month, can’t let her be a widow, the child can’t be without a father! We’ve kept this secret to prevent distress."
Such a big wound, this amount of bleeding.
To heal, the first thing is to stop the bleeding.
But, with this amount of blood loss, hemostatic powder would wash away with the blood.
Meng Yao grabbed scissors from the counter, quickly cut the patient’s upper clothing, while swiftly administering needles, saying rapidly, "I can only say we’ll try our best, but can’t guarantee the outcome. Doctor Su, write a surgery consent form."
Doctor Su was a bit stunned—what was that?
"Don’t just stand there. Without treatment, he’s doomed. With treatment, there’s hope for survival. Write that surgery carries risks, successful surgery means saved life, everyone’s happy. If unsuccessful, they can’t pin the blame on us."
A dozen silver needles pierced in, visibly slowing the blood flow.
"Doctors saving people, isn’t it their duty? Why the need for fingerprints?" The man seemed a bit at a loss; he didn’t dare to press it. If it’s pressed and the patient survives, that’s good. If not, wouldn’t he be blamed?
"Without signing, I can’t perform the surgery." Meng Yao stated.
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"Doctor, I’ll press it myself." The man on the door panel spoke through gritted teeth.
Meng Yao glanced at him, "Alright."
No one is more suitable to sign the surgery consent than the patient himself.
Being able to make a quick decision and trusting her shows the man has a strong will to survive.
Strong will to survive increases the chances of successful surgery.
Meng Yao quickly wrote a prescription for Chai Hu, "Prepare medicine, brew it."
It was the Powder for Anesthesia formula.
"Carry him inside," Meng Yao instructed.
Doctor Su knew where to carry him, quickly directing people to take him to the peculiar room Lu Luoxing had prepared for Meng Yao.
"Doctor Meng, what should I do?" Doctor Su’s eyes were eager.
For some reason, he felt the man with the torn belly wouldn’t die. So he was very curious about how the teacher would proceed.
Meng Yao apologetically shook her head, "I can handle it myself."
Some cards must not be revealed.
Chai Hu soon brought the brewed medicine over.
Actually, for this type of surgery, it’s all local anesthesia, but under these ancient conditions, to prevent accidents, full anesthesia was required.
Meng Yao fed the Powder for Anesthesia to the patient.
It wouldn’t take effect immediately.
"Doctor, fearlessly treat me. If you save me, I’ll forever be grateful. If I can’t be saved, King Yan can have my life."
"Willing to leave your wife and child?"
"I’m not willing, but I can’t let you be burdened, doctor."
"Don’t worry, I’ll do my utmost to snatch you from King Yan."
Being a doctor is all about snatching people from King Yan’s grasp.
The man’s eyes gradually lost focus, ceased speaking.
Meng Yao deftly washed the wound with saline, drained the blood with a conduit; the man was lucky, his intestines weren’t damaged, thus no issue of fecal contamination of the abdominal cavity.
All in all, it was a simple surgical procedure.
After finishing suturing, preventing infection, aside from suffering initially, recovery was quick.
Two sessions later, Meng Yao came out of the room.
Doctor Su and the man’s family came to meet her.
A family member asked, voice trembling, "Doctor, how is my brother-in-law? Is he still alive? How come only you came out? Where is he?"