So it really was... the Divine Doctor.
In the silent Warehouse, Fu Qian stroked the ribbon in his hand and gave its "freedom from pain" effect a glowing review.
That was right, the first treatment had already ended, lasting a total of fifty-nine seconds.
And at that moment, he felt... "no different."
Yes, Fu Qian was quite certain that his condition was stable now, no different from before he put it on.
So why had he exclaimed that it was the Divine Doctor?
It was simple. The reason was the same as why he had skipped those fifty-nine seconds of sensation and gone straight to the aftermath: the treatment's effects only existed while the "medicine" was in use. It was a true case of the medicine curing the illness before the illness could even take hold.
And the feeling of being cured was almost impossible to put into words.
It turned out that "freedom from pain" was a woefully inadequate description. Even the legendary state of "emptiness from all four forms of suffering" was no different.
To truly eliminate suffering wasn't to make you unable to feel it. It was to erase the very concept of suffering itself.
The ribbon covering his eyes hadn't affected his vision at all. On the contrary, everything was clearer.
If he had to describe it, it was as though, for the first time in his life, he'd peeled back his corneas and set them aside, thrown away his lenses and vitreous humor, and let his cone cells bask directly in the light.
For a time, language had lost all meaning. Pain and suffering were nothing more than flawed descriptions.
Even thought itself had lost its meaning, as if he'd reached the legendary state where "the moment you think, you're wrong."
So was that how