Quasi-Martial Artist

After resolving their worries, Shen Xinglan looked at Wu Ming. "A-Ming, your method of saving people is unusual. Is there anything we need to prepare?"

Wu Ming shook his head. "No rush. Let me examine her first."

As he spoke, he reached out and placed his hand on Ruan Qingzhu's forehead, closing his eyes to focus on sensing her condition.

Watching his movements, Shen Xinglan suddenly said, "Then we won't disturb you. We'll wait outside. If you need anything, just tell us."

Wu Ming did not respond. Seeing this, Shen Xinglan gave the couple in the room a look and said softly, "Let's wait outside."

With that, she gently pulled open the door. Ruan Zaixing and Miao Yueling exchanged glances, understanding that Shen Xinglan wanted to keep her son's secret and prevent them from seeing Wu Ming's treatment method.

But neither of them said anything and followed her out of the room.

Once the door closed, the room fell silent. Only Wu Ming remained, intently sensing every movement within the frail body beneath his palm.

About ten minutes later, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly. "Qingzhu's condition is indeed very serious. The virus concentration in her body is too high."

Through the special perception granted by the "Virus Controller," he saw the distribution of the RR Virus in Ruan Qingzhu's body. Its density was enough to make his scalp tingle.

Even all the viruses Wu Ming had collected earlier along the Magic City coastline barely exceeded the amount inside Qingzhu's body.

If such an amount were in an ordinary person, their genes would have collapsed long ago. Yet for some unknown reason—whether due to the special medicine or something else—Ruan Qingzhu had endured until now.

Even so, she was already on the brink of Gene Collapse. To put it bluntly, this girl could stop breathing at any moment from now on.

Knowing time was running out, Wu Ming did not hesitate. He immediately controlled the viruses in Ruan Qingzhu's body and carefully drew them into his own.

He did not dare move too quickly, lest he worsen the girl's already fragile condition. Nor did he dare drain them too thoroughly, because some cells had already completely fused with the viruses, with even their genetic transformation halfway complete.

If he rashly removed all the viruses, Ruan Qingzhu's genes would be like a skyscraper stripped of its foundation, liable to collapse at any moment.

Wu Ming remained focused, weakening the virus concentration in the girl's body bit by bit, as though unraveling silk from a cocoon.

As time slowly passed, the virus density inside Ruan Qingzhu's body began to decrease. The viruses traveled through their skin and transferred into Wu Ming's body.

Gradually, Ruan Qingzhu's breathing became steadier, and color returned to her cheeks. Her condition appeared to be improving.

Yet Wu Ming's expression did not relax in the slightest, because he could clearly sense how ravaged the girl's body truly was.

For now, he had only temporarily stabilized her condition so that it would not deteriorate at any moment. Once he withdrew, her present improvement would immediately become a final burst of vitality.

Frowning, Wu Ming carefully adjusted the girl's body. He did not notice that his skin was gradually reddening as the viruses from Ruan Qingzhu's body rapidly transformed his genes.

His strength began to climb further, at an efficiency several times greater than when he actively refined viruses himself.

In just two hours, his strength surpassed 850 kilograms, comparable to the gains from refining viruses for an entire day along the Magic City coast.

But at the same time, Wu Ming's accumulated energy reserves were plummeting at an alarming rate. 100, 90, 80, 70...

Only when his energy dropped to 20 points did he suddenly realize what was happening. "Wait, why are my energy reserves nearly depleted?"

"No, it's those viruses!"

At that moment, Wu Ming finally discovered the abnormality in his body.

Without hesitation, he used his other hand to take off his backpack. After unzipping it, he quickly grabbed the remaining glucose solution inside and chose to equip it.

[Equipment Bar 1: Glucose Solution (500ml)]

[Unique Talent: Body Energy +10 (Consumable, solidifies after 10 minutes)]

As his physical strength soared, the time Wu Ming needed to solidify consumables had greatly shortened. Now, equipping a bottle of glucose required only ten minutes, making him twelve times more efficient than before.

Unfortunately, the effect of consumables did not change because of this. Glucose still had a limit of 100 energy points; only the time needed to replenish them had been greatly reduced.

Such rapid replenishment naturally exceeded the rate of consumption. An hour later, his remaining reserves finally rose back to 40 points.

However, Wu Ming awkwardly discovered that all the glucose in his backpack had been used up.

After all, he had equipped six bottles over that hour, equivalent to three liters of solution, which had completely filled his backpack.

But he could not get away at all right now. Once he left, Ruan Qingzhu's physical condition would quickly collapse.

After thinking it over, he called out loudly, "Is anyone there? Please come help."

The door quickly opened, and Shen Xinglan hurried in. "A-Ming, what is it?"

"I need glucose solution, as much as possible," Wu Ming said quickly. "Hurry. It would be best if it gets here within an hour."

"Understood." Shen Xinglan did not ask any questions. After leaving the room, she immediately began making arrangements.

Only half an hour later, she pushed a small cart into the room. On it were four entire cases of glucose, with twelve bottles in each case.

"This is only part of it," Shen Xinglan said. "There's more piled up in the courtyard downstairs. I'll have it brought up later."

"That fast?" Wu Ming turned in surprise. She had gotten so much in only half an hour?

Shen Xinglan opened the boxes and placed the bottles of glucose within his reach, smiling as she said, "Don't forget, money can make even ghosts grind grain. Your Uncle Ruan's family isn't short on money."

Wu Ming suddenly understood. No wonder they had delivered the supplies so quickly.

Seeing her son become absorbed again, Shen Xinglan quietly left the room. During that time, she brought several more cases into the room.

Two and a half hours later, the energy in Wu Ming's body was finally full again.

At the same time, the viruses drawn from Ruan Qingzhu's body finally quieted down and no longer crazily stimulated his genes.

"It's finally over." He let out a slight breath of relief. "I didn't expect the viruses in Qingzhu's body to be so active. They stimulated my genes even faster than active refinement."

However, four full hours of improvement also made him curious about the changes in his body. With a thought, data soon appeared on his panel.

[Name: Wu Ming]

[Age: 18]

[Strength: 912 KG (Quasi-Martial Artist)]

[Speed: 22 m/s]

[Cell Activity: 42x (Advanced Warrior)]

[Neural Response Speed: 0.009 seconds (Beginner Warrior)]

"912 kilograms!" Wu Ming was only slightly surprised by the result. After all, if he were still in Magic City, he could have reached this standard in four days at most.

Moreover, even if his physical attributes had met the requirements, he currently had no cultivation manual to train with. He would still have to wait for Zhao Minghui to send over the books.

So, after taking one look at his current physical condition, Wu Ming closed the panel and turned his attention back to Ruan Qingzhu.