Half a month later...
Inside a hall responsible for recuperation behind the lines, several aged elders who looked like alchemical physicians sat beside a young man, taking his pulse and examining him. After a while, they all began sighing heavily.
The young man lying on the bed was none other than Yang Chen.
"Linghua Heavenly Venerate... we have already done everything in our power. Young Friend Yang Chen waking up will not be a problem, but the injuries within his body were inflicted by an expert at the Ghost King level. Ghostly Qi has penetrated deep into his body, and resolving it is truly difficult. It is simply beyond what alchemical physicians of our level can handle." Several alchemical physicians looked at Linghua Heavenly Venerate before them, all speaking with bitter smiles.
Linghua Heavenly Venerate had been keeping watch beside Yang Chen.
After returning from the battlefield at the front, she had immediately come here. Yang Chen was still quite important to the Three Flowers Sect.
Hearing the alchemical physicians' conclusion, Linghua Heavenly Venerate's expression turned cold. "What use are alchemical physicians like you? You are kept well fed in ordinary times, yet when it matters, you are utterly useless."
The several alchemical physicians wore bitter expressions as they awkwardly said, "Linghua Heavenly Venerate, if it were Ghost Venerable-level ghostly Qi, we might still have some methods. But Ghost King-level ghostly Qi is something we have never even heard of. We have some understanding of Netherworld Ghost Qi, undead ghostly Qi, and even Nether King Qi. But we have never seen this ghostly Qi before. There is simply no way to deal with it."
Linghua Heavenly Venerate was vexed and unsettled. Yang Chen was severely wounded, yet there was no way to resolve it. What were they supposed to do?