Where's my golden core? Did you think I removed a kidney stone?

Chapter 46 Xuanjing Meeting!

Wilderness.

The night was deep, and the wind blew through the withered forest, stirring up pebbles and dust on the ground and making a soft, rustling sound. Even the moonlight seemed heavy in the distance.

Deep in the forest lies an abandoned underground air-raid shelter that has been abandoned for many years.

The entrance to the cave had long been hidden by vines and withered branches. Unless one deliberately looked for it, no one would have thought that such a place existed in this godforsaken place on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

As you walk further in, the chill deepens.

The walls were damp, with water droplets slowly sliding down the cracks, making a soft dripping sound. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, medicine, and a decaying odor that only comes from being kept out of the light of day for a long time.

And deep within this gloomy and cramped base.

A group of men in black robes were kneeling on the ground.

They formed a semicircle, heads bowed, wearing wide black robes with sleeves hanging down, only their eyes visible, bloodshot and filled with an almost morbid fanaticism.

In the center of the semicircle, there is a stone platform.

On the stone platform, there was an arm.

To be precise, it is a disassembled limb.

The skin and flesh were peeled away, the meridians were picked out layer by layer, the fascia was meticulously separated, and even each muscle fiber was clearly laid out as if it had been handled with extremely precise techniques.

But what's truly bizarre isn't its tragic state.

Rather, it is still "alive".

The severed limb, though detached from the body, still retained a strange vitality. It would twitch from time to time deep within the muscles, the fascia would tighten slightly, and something seemed to be slowly flowing beneath the meridians, causing the entire arm to tremble very thinly and slightly.

It's like an arm that's been peeled off.

It also resembles a monster that isn't quite dead yet.

In front of the stone platform stood a member of the congregation dressed in white.

In the shadows of kneeling figures in black robes, his white clothes stood out starkly and coldly. He wore a pale mask, revealing only a pair of narrow, gloomy eyes.

He looked at the severed limbs on the stone platform, his voice calm, yet it made everyone kneeling instinctively hold their breath.

"Remember the muscle twitches here."

"Understanding, sudden realization, application."

"After our treatment, this external artifact can only remain active for three hours. Whoever can comprehend the techniques contained within it can advance in my Xuanjing Society."

The words fell.

The eyes of the group of men in black robes suddenly shone even brighter.

Like a pack of starving wild dogs suddenly spotting meat.

Some people's Adam's apples bobbed, some people's fingertips trembled slightly, and some people's eyes seemed to turn even redder. They stared at the severed limb, their breathing becoming heavy, as if they couldn't wait to pounce on it and devour the little bit of "skill" hidden inside.

Just then.

A man in black robes strode in from outside, leaned close to the white-robed congregant's ear, and whispered a few words.

next second.

The voice of the white-robed member suddenly turned cold.

"Li Yuefeng's capture attempt failed?"

The temperature in the entire underground space seemed to drop several degrees all of a sudden.

The black-robed man kneeling on the ground had his forehead almost touching the ground, and his whole body was trembling.

"Yes……"

"You can't even handle an external vessel that hasn't even come into contact with the 'extraordinary'? What use are you useless people that Xuanjing Society keeps around?"

The voices of the white-robed congregation were not loud, but every word they uttered was like an icicle piercing into one's bones.

"waste."

"They're all useless."

"Right now, my Xuanjing Society is most lacking in offensive tactics. Li Yuefeng is in the military region, so we usually have no chance to make a move. This time, he finally got out of the military region, and you still can't take him back."

"waste."

The black-robed man kneeling on the ground trembled even more violently, but he still gritted his teeth, raised his head, and explained in a trembling voice.

"He...he seems to have begun to understand his own 'evolution.'"

"His art of outward appearances is about to take shape."

"One of our members was seriously injured by a single punch from him. The force was so penetrating that it didn't even tear his clothes, but his internal organs were completely shattered..."

The white-robed members looked at him coldly, their voices carrying a hint of sinister mockery.

"External appearance as a vessel, understanding the art of external appearance?"

"Are you trying to exonerate yourself?"

"It's true!" The man in black robes was sweating profusely, and he almost shouted it out.

He quickly winked behind him.

Soon, two men carried up a black-robed man who was completely limp. Half of the man's mask was broken, his chest was slightly sunken, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. His breath was so weak that he looked like he was about to die at any moment.

The white-robed member knelt down and pressed his hand against the chest of the heavily injured man in black robes.

After a while.

His gaze finally changed.

Indeed, a force remained within it, not completely dissipated.

It is a technique.

Moreover, it is an art extremely suitable for killing.

The white-robed congregation slowly rose, their gazes finally taking on a fiery intensity.

"This Li Yuefeng's evolved external vessel is indeed powerful."

"But... he actually mastered the technique."

"He must have come into contact with something."

He stood with his hands behind his back, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Where is he going this time, and what is he doing outside the military region?"

Someone nearby immediately responded.

Jiangcheng City First People's Hospital.

"He contacted Zhou Jingtang."

Zhou Jingtang.

The moment the name was uttered, even the white-robed members fell silent for a moment.

Someone quickly retrieved the information and handed it over. The white-robed member glanced at it and his brows slowly furrowed.

A medical giant.

Nationally renowned.

He is particularly skilled in the changes of tendons, bones, nerves, and muscle groups, and he is good at seeing the big picture from small details. He has achieved miraculous results in many medical diagnoses.

After reading the materials, the white-robed congregant slowly closed the book.

"interesting."

"An external instrument within a military region."

"A semi-retired, eccentric old doctor."

"And... there's a technique that's taking shape."

The light in his eyes grew ever deeper.

……

at the same time.

The waiting area of ​​Jiangcheng City First People's Hospital.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the glass windows, making the floor shine white. There was a faint smell of disinfectant and coffee in the air. The lobby was not crowded. A few doctors on duty were looking down at medical records. Occasionally, a phone would ring from the nurses' station.

Su Bei was sitting by the window, with a thick neurology textbook spread out in front of her and a stack of printed case data.

She frowned slightly, biting the pen cap, clearly overwhelmed by the pile of stuff.

"Did your advisor leave this for you?"

Across from him, Su Ye glanced at the scene, his tone calm.

"Hmm." Su Bei nodded, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "She asked me to write down the differential diagnoses and treatment pathways for these cases, and said she'd randomly pick me to talk about during the next ward round."

She paused here, then sighed softly.

"Actually, she was probably just trying to make things difficult for me."

This was said very softly.

But Su Ye could understand it.

The term "residence training" is used to describe learning, rotations, and development, but in practice, it often comes down to interpersonal relationships and social dynamics. If your mentor likes you and is willing to mentor you, you'll learn quickly and have a smooth experience. If your mentor doesn't like you, they might give you extra work or make things difficult for you, and you'll just have to put up with it.

Su Bei's mentor clearly didn't like her very much.

Su Ye didn't say anything, took the medical records, and glanced at them.

Su Bei was still worried about how to get started, but Su Ye had already read through several medical records from beginning to end. The location of the lesions, the evolution of symptoms, the test results, and the reactions to medication were almost instantly pieced together in his mind.

"Here." He raised his finger and pointed to one of the pages. "Your advisor is deliberately trying to lead you to a multi-system disease, but that's unnecessary. The core issue is still nerve root compression, but it's masked by peripheral symptoms."

Su Bei was stunned for a moment, then quickly leaned over to take a look.

"And this case." Su Ye turned another page. "On the surface, it looks like a drug reaction, but it's actually an illusion caused by the natural progression of the disease. When you write it, make sure you have a clear timeline before discussing the effects of medication, otherwise she will find fault with your logic."

He spoke slowly.

But every single sentence landed right on the most crucial point.

The more Su Bei listened, the brighter her eyes became.

She was naturally intelligent, but she was a bit flustered by her mentorship. With Su Ye's guidance, the tangled mess was almost instantly untangled.

"So that's how it is..."

She looked up at Su Ye, her eyes filled with just the right amount of admiration—not exaggerated, but genuine.

"You're really amazing."

Su Ye returned the documents to her in a very indifferent tone.

"It's not that I'm great, it's that you were just misled. Go back and go through it yourself, and you'll understand."

Su Bei smiled, pursing her lips, and didn't say anything more, but the slight sense of admiration she felt was already impossible to hide.

Just then.

Su Ye's phone, which was on the table, vibrated.

He looked down.

The message from Zhang Yuanping was only one sentence long.

"A patient specifically asked for you."

The name is followed by the name.

"Li Tong".

Su Ye's heart skipped a beat.