Chapter 88: Medical Treatment

Chapter 88: Medical Treatment

As for Lord Zhou, who had been standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, his countenance remained as placid as an ancient well.

It was as if the brutal and bloody battle that had just unfolded was, in his eyes, still utterly insignificant.

"...Still, I have not seen anything extraordinary about him."

His heart was filled with doubt.

The Empire's territory was boundless and immeasurably vast.

And the guardian deity of the Human Empire, the Emperor, possessed supreme power and an eternal will.

His gaze never ceased to watch over the entire human race.

When he discovered someone with unparalleled potential, a peerless genius destined to become a pillar of the Empire in the future, he would bestow a sliver of his sacred will, planting a "Nail of Favor" within that person's spiritual sea.

This was both a supreme form of protection, shielding them from the corruption and seduction of the warp's dark gods during their growth;

And also a mark.

The marked genius was then called—"The Emperor's Chosen."

In Lord Zhou's view, Qin Feng's performance was excellent, beyond doubt.

His temperament, will, combat wisdom, and realm of killing techniques all far surpassed his peers; he was an undisputed top-tier genius on an educational planet.

But that was all.

If placed within the entire Canaan Star System, or even the broader territories of the Empire, geniuses whose performances were more terrifying, whose foundations were more solid, and whose backgrounds were more formidable than Qin Feng's were everywhere, as numerous as fish crossing a river.

Yet among them, those who could become "The Emperor's Chosen" were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, few and far between.

On this trip, he had not discerned from Qin Feng's person that truly unique quality which would compel the Emperor to personally bestow his "Favor."

"What exactly did the Emperor see in him? What is his greatest strength?"

This question not only touched upon his personal curiosity but also directly influenced the future direction of training for this "Chosen One" at the Canaan Star Martial Arts University, and even the entire Ultramarines Chapter.

Lord Zhou sighed.

This trip had been a fruitless endeavor.

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In the Redleaf Commercial District, within the private box of the "Qiming Viewing" building.

The moment the referee finally declared Qin Feng the victor, the entire box erupted in jubilation.

Qin Dahai's eyes glistened with tears. He did not leap up excitedly as before, but instead braced his hands against the observation window, staring fixedly at the screen showing Qin Feng's left hand—a mangled mess of flesh and shattered bone. His gaze was filled with endless heartache.

His son, from a young age, had accidentally inhaled toxic miasma, leaving him with a chronic ailment that led everyone to conclude he could never cultivate martial arts.

For years, his son had trained in that small practice room, day after day, with the utmost diligence!

His son had exchanged endless pain for this hard-won glory;

He had traded countless days and nights of sweat for this weighty title of "Newcomer King"!

More than relief, Qin Dahai felt heartache and gratitude.

Thank goodness, thank goodness his son's illness had been cured, thank goodness they had met Master Sun Chantang...

Wang Ming and his aunt embraced tightly, weeping tears of joy.

Even now, they found it hard to believe.

That nephew, once crippled in foundation and with a bleak future, had truly done it!

He had defeated all the geniuses and become the most dazzling new star on all of Qiming Star!

The Newcomer King!

His two younger brothers watched, their blood boiling with excitement and their hearts filled with longing.

In that moment, their eldest brother had become almost divine in their eyes.

As for the youngest sister, though she did not understand the brutality of the battle, she knew her big brother had won.

She simply clapped her little hands innocently, giggling and cheering, "Big brother got first place! Big brother is the best!"

The parents nearby had initially worn only kind smiles, but as the matches progressed, their eyes had long since widened, their hearts filled with astonishment. A martial artist, who had brought his child to watch the competition and bore an air of distinction—clearly someone of high rank—listened to the conversations of Qin Feng's family. His gaze fell on the final image of Qin Feng claiming victory.

"A genius, truly a genius."

"And his family, truly an ordinary family."

"It hasn't been easy."

"Let's plant a seed of goodwill."

The martial artist thought for a moment, then sent a message to his assistant, instructing him to offer discreet assistance and forge a bond of goodwill with Qin Feng's family.

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In the medical room, under the cold, sterile light.

Qin Feng was carefully placed on the treatment bed by the medical staff.

He looked down calmly at his completely shattered left arm.

Pale white bone fragments were mixed with torn muscle and fascia, a bloody mess that appeared grotesque and horrifying.

He could clearly feel that his body possessed a powerful vitality.

Cells were slowly regenerating, gradually repairing the severe trauma.

He estimated that, given his current physical condition, without any treatment, an injury of this degree would take about a month to fully recover.

The pace of progress would have to slow down...

This thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind.

It meant a whole month would have to be spent recuperating.

Unable to engage in high-intensity body training, the increase in his vitality index would stall again.

Just then, a female martial artist medic, wearing a white coat but exuding a calm, mountain-like presence, approached.

She skillfully cleaned Qin Feng's wound, then took out a syringe filled with a faintly glowing green liquid.

"This is a Grade 2 'Extreme Medical Agent.'"

As she injected the agent, she explained in a professional tone, "It doesn't directly heal your wound, but instead deeply stimulates your body's own physical potential to accelerate self-recovery. Simply put, it's tapping into your physical reserves; afterward, you'll need to replenish a massive amount of energy."

She then produced a bottle of intermediate spiritual energy potion, deftly opened it, and poured it directly into Qin Feng's mouth.

"This is a champion's benefit provided by the insurance party—free of charge. Remember to rest well afterward and replenish enough spiritual energy and nutrition. That way, once the wound heals, your body will return to a perfect state, and might even see a slight increase in your vitality index due to this 'breaking and rebuilding.' After all, this injury qualifies as light damage."

As the agent entered his body, an indescribable, extreme itching sensation instantly spread from his left arm, as if billions of ants were crawling through his bone marrow.

At the same time, the intermediate spiritual energy potion he had just consumed transformed into a surging torrent of energy within him, instantly mobilized and rushing madly toward the wound on his left arm.

He could even clearly "see" his bones, muscles, and nerves growing and reorganizing at a visible speed.

Accompanying this was an extreme hunger, originating from the depths of his cells.

Fortunately, the surging spiritual energy was rapidly replenishing his body's consumption, allowing him to feel his physical form growing stronger even as the trauma was repaired.

Just two hours later,

Qin Feng walked out of the medical room.

His left arm had fully recovered as before, the skin smooth and clear, even more delicate than before, without any trace of injury.

Only when he tried to clench his fist and exert force did he feel a slight obstruction.

He estimated that in another two hours, he would be completely healed, without any hidden damage.

(End of this chapter)