Medical Slaughter Saint Immortal

Chapter 5 I Want to Cultivate Immortals
"Still can't believe it's real."

Bai Shu withdrew from the inside of the mud tower, and his consciousness returned to his room.

And in his hand, [Endless Talisman Bag] really appeared.

With a complex expression, Bai Shu took out the "Wisdom Reduction Talisman" and "Diarrhea Talisman" from the talisman bag. He held it in his hand, thinking about how to test it, and what kind of practical use these two strange things would have.

"Aside from this strange talisman, [Endless Talisman Bag] itself is a very good treasure. If you have a good talisman, you can use it infinitely. It's really amazing."

"It's just that the restrictions are not small. You can't rely on this treasure to copy talismans and sell them for money. You can only use them yourself."

Bai Shu shook his head regretfully, put the two talismans back, and then looked at the mud tower again.

"But the most amazing thing is this magic weapon. What is the origin of it? It contains a starry sky and a huge golden tree. I'm afraid it has a lot of origin."

Bai Shu put away the mud tower, and planned to start paying attention now, hoping to discover its pattern when the stars were lit next time.

At this moment, the door of Bai Shu's room was knocked suddenly, and the voice of the servant who went to the bandit village together came from outside.

"Young master, the master wants to see you. It seems that there is something to talk about in the bedroom of the girl you brought back."

Bai Shu pushed open the door, and saw a delicate and sharp ring knife behind the servant, the rusty one before seemed to have been hidden in the snow.

"How do you feel about the new knife?"

Bai Shu patted him on the shoulder, while the servant smiled.

"Master Xiao is generous, and this knife is so handy that even the captain of the guard is envious."

The servant held the knife in his hand, stroked it preciously for a while, and then looked at Bai Shu.

"Master, let me say something more. The master's expression looks a little serious. I'm afraid this time things won't be taken lightly. You have to be careful."

"Oh, I see."

Bai Shu responded, then went out, and walked towards the guest room where he was relaxing.

As soon as he got closer, Bai Shu saw several female servants, some were carrying hot water and medicine, and some were carrying dirty clothes that had been changed, all of them were waiting outside the door.

Seeing Bai Shu coming, they were all taken aback, and then bowed respectfully.

Bai Shu's name "Gentle Death" is also widely spread among the servants. It is said that once a servant said that his head hurts, and then he was dragged by Bai Shu to open the skull. Although he said he was cured in the end , but the fear of Bai Shu couldn't be erased, his spirit became weaker and thinner, and he resigned and went home to raise pigs not long after.

At this point, in front of Bai Shu, the servants were as silent as a cicada, even if they felt uncomfortable, they didn't dare to reveal the slightest bit, for fear of being targeted by Bai Shu.

"Tom Tom Tom"

Bai Shu knocked on the door, but no one answered, but he was not in a hurry, so he just stood there and waited.

After more than ten minutes, Bai Ren's deep and calm voice came from the room.

"Enter."

Bai Shu pushed open the door, entered the room, and then closed the door carefully.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

"Well, come and talk."

Seeing his father sitting at the table in the guest room, Bai Shu walked over and stood opposite.

He glanced back at Songsong who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. She looked rosy and slept soundly, and Bai Shu felt relieved.

"This little girl is in good health. She has a pulse. It's just because she has been mentally tense for a long time. She hasn't had a good rest and hasn't eaten anything. She is a little weak. She will be fine after a few days."

Bai Ren looked at his kind son in front of him, and sighed.

"Since you brought her back, you will be responsible for her food and daily life. When she is ready, you can take care of it yourself."

Bai Shu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, he thought that his father would be curious about the loose blood of the demon spirit clan, but he didn't mention it at all.

"Father didn't ask her where she came from?"

"What is there to ask? Doctors only treat diseases, not people."

Bai Ren poured himself a pot of cold tea, and took a few sips.

"Besides, although I'm old, I haven't reached the age of dementia. Although the demon spirit race is a mixed race, it has basically disappeared due to the lack of spiritual energy. When I appeared in the bandit's den, I was still a little girl. Didn't I want to To be sold means to be robbed and then sold, what is there to explore?"

"I just need to know that my children are there to do good and not evil, and that's enough."

Bai Ren's expression did not change from the beginning to the end, and his tone was the same, but Bai Shu was very nervous, and he was not relieved until he heard that his father did not blame him.

Since I was a child, I was taught to treat people with sincerity and do things with kindness. The decision to bring Songsong back was made by Baishu according to his heart, but now it seems that it is actually very ill-considered.

At first glance, this incident involved the slave trade and the demon spirit clan. The stakes and power disputes involved must be considerable, and the Bai family may not be able to bear it.

Bai Shu originally thought that his father would compromise with the reality, and at most wait for Songsong to regain some strength to let her go back and forth, but now it seems that Bai Ren does not intend to do so.

He is not only a doctor, but also a benevolent man, and a stalwart father.

In Bai Shu's eyes, the admiration for his father deepened a bit.

"Thank you father."

"Well, if there is any change in the future, go out and hide first. What I want to tell you today is actually something else."

Bai Ren put down the teacup in his hand, then looked at Bai Shu with deep eyes.

"Son, in your eyes, what does a doctor represent? What kind of doctor do you want to be?"

Bai Ren's tone was very serious, and Bai Shu also put away his relaxed expression.

"In my eyes, a doctor is hope. Unlike soldiers who wield their knives to kill and cooks who wield their knives to eat, doctors only raise their knives to save. Healers are not only benevolent, but also brave. Every diagnosis and acupuncture is a In fighting death for life and soul, every sentence carries the pain of the wounded and the fantasy of the living. In the eyes of a true healer, every pain and every death in this world is for the better of others alive."

Bai Shu thought carefully and answered this question carefully.

Looking into Bai Ren's eyes, he said the final answer.

"And I want to be a doctor who can save the common people."

After Bai Shu finished speaking, Bai Ren was silent for a long time, and then nodded.

Then, he stood up and walked outside the door.

"follow me."

Bai Shu followed Bai Ren all the way to a consulting room.

This consulting room is very special, it is exclusive to Bai Ren, and no one is allowed to enter on weekdays, including Bai Shu.

"This is."

Bai Shu didn't know why his father brought him here, and Bai Ren didn't respond to his words, but just spoke lightly, talking about other things.

"Son, you said that you don't want to cultivate immortality because you don't want to see your beauty grow old and your friends grow old, and you don't want to see the clouds and smoke of the past become a new tomb. Talent doesn't matter."

"Yes, if everything you know is gone, what's the point of living alone?"

Bai Shu still didn't change his point of view, but Bai Ren shook his head.

"You can have your own ideas, and I won't deny you, but you said that you want to become a doctor who saves the common people? Do you think that with your current medical skills, you are worthy?"

When Bai Shu heard this, his eyes suddenly froze.

He is confident that he has learned all his father's unique skills. Although the medical methods and styles are unique, they are definitely not weak!
"You don't need to answer me, just show me. If you can cure the next patient, it means that you are far better than me. I won't say any more. From now on, you will be in charge of everything in the Bai family."

While talking, Bai Ren led Bai Shu to the innermost compartment.

Before the door was opened, Bai Shu heard a faint wail, the sound was extremely shrill and painful, as if a hundred claws were scratching the heart, and ants and insects were eating meat.

Bai Ren opened the door, and an extremely pungent rancid smell rushed out, making Bai Shu unable to open his eyes.

In the next second, he finally saw the scene inside the house clearly.

There is only one bed in this clinic.

There was a sick person lying on the bed. His whole body was rotten, his skin was dissolved, pus flowed out, his flesh and blood decayed, and some even fell off on the bed.

He seemed to have lost consciousness, but he was still instinctively reacting to the pain, howling helplessly.

"This is this?"

Bai Shu thought he had seen many disgusting scenes, but this undoubtedly gave him a new lower limit.

"Isn't it obvious? This is a patient, a patient who has been enchanted by the immortal family's method."

Bai Ren sighed as he spoke.

"He didn't know why he provoked the immortals who practiced evil methods. Although the state is not high, at most the pulse suppressing state, he is still terrifying to mortals. When he first came, he just felt a sharp pain in the abdomen, other than that, there is no serious problem, but In just ten days, it has become like this."

Bai Ren's words shocked Bai Shu very much. In the Suppressive Pulse Realm, one can truly be called an immortal if he can get rid of the sense of energy.

He actually started to think about the treatment method as soon as he saw the patient, but he didn't.

As a mortal, he doesn't know how to save the person in front of him anyway, and even has no way to do it. He can only listen to his wailing and gradually walk towards inevitable death.

"I can't do anything about it. He has already lost consciousness. Yesterday, when I was stitching up his wound, he told me to kill him, but I couldn't do it."

"Since you want to save the common people, then, prove to me that even if you don't cultivate immortality, you can do that. If you cure him, I won't talk too much. If you can't cure him, just help him and end the pain. Then, Whether you give up your dreams, or follow them, it's up to you to choose."

After Bai Ren finished speaking, he took a step back and made room for Bai Shu.

But Bai Shu looked at the painful and distorted figure on the bed, raised his hand, but still didn't know what to do.

After half a stick of incense passed, Bai Ren sighed, then stepped forward, took out a silver needle, and stuck it on the temple of the figure.

The next second, the opponent stopped struggling.

"Son, whether you practice immortality or not, death and sickness are everywhere. If you cultivate immortality, there will be fewer people who die in pain. If you don't cultivate, the world will not change in any way. But, don't say anything about saving the common people. , to benefit the world, too illusory and naive."

Bai Ren put away the silver needle, and then covered the face of the deceased with a cloth.

Bai Shu saw that his father's hand was trembling.

He understood that his father was not as gifted as he was, and he was so angry at his age that he was still unable to truly embark on the journey of immortality.

If he had a choice, he would probably choose to practice without hesitation, even if it meant seeing his relatives and friends grow old and walking alone, because this is what healers are.

Bai Shu felt a little ashamed immediately, he was still too far behind his father on the road of [medicine].

"I have talent, and with this strange mud tower, maybe... I can go farther and do better than anyone else."

Bai Shu frowned, he looked at his father's back, and finally made up his mind.

"Father, I want to cultivate immortality."

(End of this chapter)