A full-body blood transfusion!
Upon hearing these words, Tang Fei immediately said, “I’ll arrange for someone to send Qinglong to the capital at once.”
“There’s no time,” Ye Qiu said. “Although I’ve used golden needles to suppress the poison, it can only hold for two hours at most.”
“Within two hours, Qinglong must have a blood transfusion.”
“Otherwise, once the poison fully invades his heart, Qinglong will surely die.”
Two hours!
Tang Fei’s heart sank as he said, “The nearest military hospital is over an hour away, and with the time needed for a blood transfusion procedure, two hours won’t be enough.”
Ye Qiu said, “There’s only one option now, and that’s to perform the blood transfusion here for Qinglong.”
The military doctor nearby said, “This is the wilderness. We don’t have blood transfusion equipment or a blood supply. Performing a blood transfusion here is unrealistic.”
Ye Qiu ignored the doctor and asked Tang Fei, “Are there any Witch God Sect members nearby?”
“Quite a few,” Tang Fei said. “In the jungle ten miles away, there are over twenty Witch God Sect disciples. I’ve sent two men to keep watch.”
“Excellent,” Ye Qiu instructed the military doctor, “Help clean the bloodstains off Qinglong’s body.”
“Be gentle.”
“And don’t touch any of the golden needles in him. Wait for me to return.”
Ye Qiu then said to Tang Fei, “Take me to those Witch God Sect members.”
“What are you going to do with them?” Tang Fei asked, puzzled.
Ye Qiu said, “To find a blood source for Qinglong.”
Tang Fei instantly understood Ye Qiu’s intention and said, “I’ll call Long Ye and have him bring more men.”
“No need. Just the two of us will go. Have Long Ye stay here to guard against a sneak attack from the Witch God Sect,” Ye Qiu said. “Fewer people make it easier to move.”
Tang Fei knew Ye Qiu’s formidable skills and said no more. He gave Long Ye a quick order, then led Ye Qiu straight to the jungle.
The two moved swiftly.
They covered the ten-mile distance in no time.
From afar, Ye Qiu spotted two soldiers lying on the ground, using leaves for cover—one aiming a sniper rifle, the other observing with binoculars.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu flashed forward, appearing beside the two soldiers.
“Give me the binoculars!”
The sudden voice startled the two soldiers, especially the one with the sniper rifle, who quickly rolled on the ground, aiming the muzzle at Ye Qiu.
“Doctor Ye!”
The soldier froze.
Ye Qiu felt the soldier looked familiar and asked, “Have we met?”
“He’s one of Long Ye’s men. He was involved in destroying the secret base in the northwest last time,” Tang Fei explained. “Later, Long Ye brought them into the Underworld Palace, and he usually takes them on missions.”
Ye Qiu nodded, understanding.
“Doctor Ye, here.”
The other soldier handed the binoculars to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu took a look and saw, a hundred metres away in a patch of woods, over twenty Witch God Sect members sitting on the ground, chatting idly.
Some carried knives, others had guns slung over their shoulders. They were shirtless, with tattoos on their arms, looking fierce and menacing.
Ye Qiu said to Tang Fei, “Stay here and don’t move. I’ll deal with them.”
Tang Fei hurriedly said, “Ye Qiu, what’s your plan? I’ll help you.”
“No need. Just a bunch of trash. I can handle them alone,” Ye Qiu said, then vanished in a flash.
So fast!
Tang Fei was stunned. He noticed that Ye Qiu’s speed was even faster than the last time they met.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qiu charged into the group of Witch God Sect members.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Qiu moved with lightning speed. In an instant, the twenty-plus Witch God Sect disciples all collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Incredible!
Tang Fei and the two soldiers watched in shock.
Over twenty people, and in front of Ye Qiu, they didn’t even have a chance to fight back. It was terrifying.
Ye Qiu took out golden needles and began testing their blood one by one.
A few minutes later.
Ye Qiu waved to Tang Fei.
Tang Fei and the two soldiers quickly approached.
Ye Qiu pointed to an unconscious Witch God Sect disciple and said, “This guy’s blood type matches Qinglong’s. Take him back.”
“Alright.”
Tang Fei ordered the two soldiers, “Take this guy back to the camp. Make sure he doesn’t die.”
“Yes!”
The two soldiers hoisted the Witch God Sect disciple and hurriedly returned to the camp.
“What about the rest?” Tang Fei asked, pointing to the unconscious Witch God Sect members.
Ye Qiu didn’t respond. He picked up a long knife from the ground, walked to a Witch God Sect disciple, and slashed.
Instantly, the disciple’s throat was slit, blood gushing out, and he died on the spot.
Then, Ye Qiu moved to another Witch God Sect disciple and struck again.
Thud!
The second disciple died.
Tang Fei stood by, his expression cold, neither persuading nor stopping Ye Qiu, as the Witch God Sect’s evildoings truly warranted death.
Ye Qiu swung the knife over twenty times, slaughtering all the Witch God Sect disciples on the scene.
Not a single one was spared.
Then, he turned and left.
Back at the tent.
Ye Qiu instructed the military doctor, “Get me an IV tube.”
“Alright.”
The doctor quickly left and returned two minutes later with a medical kit.
The doctor opened the kit, took out an IV tube, and handed it to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu kicked the Witch God Sect disciple to Qinglong’s side, then inserted one end of the IV tube into the disciple’s arm vein and the other needle into Qinglong’s arm vein.
Seeing this, the military doctor was shocked. “You’re planning to do a blood transfusion like this?”
“Is there a problem?” Ye Qiu countered.
“Absolutely not,” the doctor said. “Blood transfusions require professional equipment. Using just an IV tube is reckless. I’ve been a doctor for years and have never seen a doctor like you, and—”
“Shut up!” Tang Fei interrupted the doctor, coldly saying, “Do you know who this is? He’s Ye Qiu, the first Medical Saint of Chinese medicine in three hundred years.”
Medical Saint?
The doctor glanced at Ye Qiu and said, “Even a Medical Saint can’t play with lives like this.”
“You—” Tang Fei was about to reprimand the doctor.
“Don’t believe me? Then prepare to witness a miracle!” Ye Qiu said, pressing a finger on the Witch God Sect disciple’s body.
He did this to prevent the disciple from waking during the transfusion.
Then, he used a dagger to cut open Qinglong’s wrist vein, letting the blood gush out.
Next.
Ye Qiu placed his left hand on the Witch God Sect disciple’s head and his right on Qinglong’s, frantically channeling his inner energy.
In an instant, the blood from the Witch God Sect disciple flowed rapidly through the IV tube into Qinglong’s body.
