The Killer Was Someone from Spirit Hall?

"Strong liquor?" Chen Jian shook his head, looking troubled. "Everyone on the farm is a farmer. No one drinks, so we don't have any stored."

"This is going to be difficult." Ye Tian sighed softly and checked Xiao Xin's pulse. She would not be able to hold on much longer.

As he sighed, Hu Liena stepped forward and asked, "Does anesthesia mean putting her into a coma? If so, I can try."

Ye Tian's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"Alright." Hu Liena walked over on her long, pale legs, came before Xiao Xin, bent down, and pressed her slender jade-like hand against Xiao Xin's forehead.

She silently chanted in her heart, Second Soul Skill, Charm.

Pink Soul Power rippled out from the tip of her right index finger, spreading across Xiao Xin's body and covering her entirely.

As soon as the skill was used, the rise and fall of Xiao Xin's chest gradually calmed.

That was the effect of Charm. It could make someone fall into a brief coma, much like an anesthetic.

"Done." Hu Liena straightened up and said casually.

To her, such a small matter was effortless.

Ye Tian had focused all his attention on Xiao Xin. Once he heard Hu Liena confirm that the anesthesia was complete—

He immediately controlled the Taiyi Divine Needle and bridged the damaged meridians within Xiao Xin's cerebral cortex.

Under Ye Tian's control, several strands of Soul Power finer than hair emerged from the needle tip of the Taiyi Divine Needle.

These strands of Soul Power were exceptionally tough.

They could remain inside the human body for half a month. After that, they would slowly dissipate and become nourishment for the body, making them the finest sutures.

After Ye Tian confirmed the route for suturing the meridians within his mental awareness—

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He relied entirely on the memory pathways within his spiritual power to stitch the damaged meridians.

Deep within Xiao Xin's cerebral cortex, golden threads moved like wandering sprites, weaving back and forth through the meridian vessels.

Five minutes later.

The two severed meridians were finally sutured together seamlessly.

A fine layer of sweat had already formed on Ye Tian's forehead.

Though little time had passed, every thread required an immense amount of mental strength to control.

Even with the top-tier martial soul, the Taiyi Divine Needle, if he had not possessed powerful spiritual power to support him, he would likely have fainted by now.

Hu Liena, who had been watching Ye Tian all along, saw that the suturing was complete.

She took out a handkerchief scented with honeysuckle, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, then looked up and asked, "How is Xiao Xin?"

Ye Tian let out a breath. "She's out of danger for now, but she has lost too much blood."

Chen Jian's heart tightened at those words. "Xiao Xin has lost too much blood. I'm afraid she won't live long."

Ye Tian glanced at Chen Jian. "That's why she needs a blood transfusion to survive."

"A blood transfusion?" Chen Jian was astonished. "Young Master, blood can be given to Xiao Xin?"

This was something that had never appeared in medical texts.

Medical books only recorded that if someone lost too much blood, they would certainly die.

They had never mentioned that a transfusion could preserve one's life.

As expected of Young Master Ye. He knew so much.

Hu Liena painfully stretched out her arm. "I'm a girl too, just like her. Draw mine."

To save this little girl before her—

Losing a little blood was worth it.

Ye Tian could not help but laugh. "Not just anyone's blood can be used. Blood comes in different types, and only matching types can be transfused into one another."

"Generally speaking, the blood types of parents and children are inherited, so they have the highest chance of matching."

Hu Liena nodded as though she understood. "I see, but how do you test blood types? Isn't all blood red?"

She was completely baffled. Ye Tian Gege truly knew so much, and it was all knowledge she had never even heard of.

"Of course, you can't see it with the naked eye." Ye Tian chuckled. "But because of the special nature of my martial soul, testing blood types isn't difficult."

Upon hearing Ye Tian's words, the distraught A Xin walked forward trembling and held out his arm. "Young Master Ye Tian, take mine. As long as it can save my daughter, take however much you need."

"Me too." Xiao Xin's mother looked gently at Xiao Xin, her gaze resolute.

But Ye Tian shook his head. "Xiao Xin needs at least two thousand milliliters of blood. Even if your blood types match, each of you can only provide two hundred milliliters."

The commoners of this era were all painfully thin from malnutrition.

Drawing two hundred milliliters was already the limit.

Any more would harm their health.

Ye Tian said to Chen Jian, "Old Chen, call the farm workers over to donate blood."

Chen Jian nodded. "Alright."

Many of the farm workers had seen the lively and adorable Xiao Xin before.

With Ye Tian taking the lead, they were extremely eager to donate blood.

Ye Tian tested them one by one with the Taiyi Divine Needle and quickly gathered the blood he needed.

He did not let the workers donate blood for nothing.

He secretly instructed Chen Jian, the farm manager, to give every blood donor two Gold Soul Coins at the end of the month.

Two Gold Soul Coins were enough for a family of five to live on for five months.

It was several times the monthly wage of a farm worker.

This could be considered a small reward for those with kind hearts.

He set the blood bags aside and turned his attention back to Xiao Xin.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Next, I need to stitch the wounds on her chest."

Using a sharp knife, he cut away the clothing that had adhered to her flesh and blood and formed a scab.

He used a small amount of clean water to wash the wounds.

Three claw marks stood out starkly against her fair skin.

A Xin and his wife could not help but turn away in tears, unable to bear the sight.

Even Hu Liena turned her head away. She was such a young child; she truly should not have had to suffer something so terrible.

Though the claw marks were conspicuous and deep, they were ultimately external wounds.

For Ye Tian, this kind of injury was the easiest to treat.

First, he used golden Soul Power to nourish the flesh and blood.

His long fingers held the Taiyi Divine Needle as it moved swiftly over the wounds.

In less than three minutes, the three wounds on Xiao Xin's chest had been stitched up.

Unless one looked closely, the wounds could barely be seen.

Girls always cared about their appearance. Ye Tian had taken that into consideration and sutured them very delicately, ensuring that no scars would remain in the future.

Afterward, he took out a thin bamboo tube, pierced Xiao Xin's wrist, connected it to a blood bag, and began transfusing blood into her.

Using a bamboo tube was also a matter of necessity.

There were no medical plastic infusion tubes on the Douluo Continent.

He could only use bamboo tubes instead.

Ye Tian instructed A Xin and his wife, "Xiao Xin is safe now. Given her current condition, she cannot be moved."

"Your home is too far from the farm, so let Xiao Xin recuperate here for now."

A Xin and his wife were overwhelmingly grateful and could not speak for a while.

They knelt again, repeatedly kowtowing and babbling about repaying him by serving him like oxen and horses.

Ye Tian looked at the two of them, sighed inwardly, and shook his head.

They were a tragic reflection of the commoners at the bottom of the Douluo Continent.

The dazzling, colorful world of Soul Masters and nobles had nothing to do with them.

Sometimes, they could not even afford an ordinary steamed bun.

Their only purpose was to create a few more Gold Soul Coins for the noble lords.

Saving Xiao Xin had been no more than a simple effort for him.

But across the Douluo Continent, who would save the miserable commoners bullied by those detestable Soul Master nobles in other regions?

Thinking of this, Ye Tian could not help feeling deeply sorrowful.

Being able to remain on the East Sea Coast and protect his sister was probably already the limit of what he could do.

As for everything else, he could only mourn in silence, powerless to help.

Just then.

A chaotic commotion came from outside the Farm Courtyard.

The farm workers tried to stop them in a panic. "This is Young Master Ye Tian's residence. You can't go in."

"Get lost!" A sinister voice rang out. "You dare block the path of Young Master Zhou, grandson of the master of the East Sea City Spirit Hall Branch? What Young Master Ye? Before Young Master Zhou, they're all trash!"