Diagnosis

Gin Ichimaru remained silent for a moment, then stood there motionless.

Moonlight bathed him, and he lowered his head slightly, hiding half of his face in shadow.

Wang Xun did not urge him.

He just waited quietly.

"What, you don't trust me?"

Wang Xun asked.

"Did something happen before that made you prejudiced against Soul Reaper?"

Gin Ichimaru remained silent.

Wang Xun looked at him, glanced around to make sure no one else was there, pondered for a moment, and then continued speaking.

"I don't deny that Soul Reaper isn't all good people."

His tone was very frank.

But I really do want to help you.

"If you don't need it, then I have nothing more to say."

Wang Xun paused, his gaze falling on the small house.

"However, without timely rescue, it may take a very long time for the soul inside to recover, and it might not even survive this ordeal."

"Right now, time is the most precious thing."

Gin Ichimaru remained silent.

Under the moonlight, his youthful face was expressionless.

But Wang Xun could sense that something was struggling within him.

After a long while, Gin Ichimaru suddenly spoke.

You said you're a doctor?

Wang Xun nodded.

"Yes."

Gin Ichimaru opened his eyes slightly and stared silently at Wang Xun.

"Then prove it to me."

As he spoke, Gin Ichimaru squatted down and picked up a small, sharp-edged pebble from the ground.

Then, without any hesitation, he forcefully slashed his arm.

Blood gushed out instantly, flowing down his arm, glistening crimson in the moonlight.

His expression remained unchanged, as if the cut wasn't on his own skin.

"Bring it on."

Wang Xun watched this scene, and a slight thought stirred within him.

This kid...

That's really ruthless.

Without saying a word, Wang Xun stepped forward and placed his hand on Gin Ichimaru's wound.

A pale green Kaidō Reiatsu emanated from his fingertips, probing deep into the wound.

Gin Ichimaru felt a warm touch on his arm and looked down.

The gruesome wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin and flesh regenerated, the bleeding stopped, and in the end, not even a scar was left.

The whole process took only a dozen or so breaths.

Gin Ichimaru's eyes widened slightly.

He looked down at his perfectly healed arm, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in his eyes.

This was the first time he had experienced the healing effects of the Kaidō.

Wang Xun withdrew his hand and looked at him.

"Do you believe me now?"

Gin Ichimaru raised his head and looked at the white-haired youth in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the initial wariness and scrutiny in his eyes were gradually fading.

Instead, a complex emotion arose.

There was surprise, hesitation, and struggle...

There is still a glimmer of hope.

He just stared at Wang Xun for a moment.

Then, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Come with me."

He turned and walked towards the dilapidated little house.

Wang Xun followed behind him without hesitation.

The door to the cabin was pushed open with a soft creak.

Moonlight streamed through the hole in the roof, casting beams of light onto the ground.

The room was dark, but by the moonlight, Wang Xun could see what was inside.

The house was practically bare, with only withered grass scattered on the floor and some odds and ends piled up in the corner.

In the center of the room, on a worn-out tatami mat, lay a girl.

Her short, orange hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless.

She was covered with a tattered quilt, and her breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Wang Xun's pupils contracted slightly.

As expected, it was Rangiku Matsumoto.

Wang Xun walked to the tatami mat, squatted down, and placed his hand on Rangiku's forehead.

A pale green Reiatsu from the Kaidō entered her body.

Then, his brows furrowed tightly.

This injury is very serious.

The soul is missing, as if a part of it was forcibly removed by some special technique.

It seems to be caused by Aizen extracting the Soul King Fingertip.

He had never seen such a wound left after part of his soul was removed before.

But he showed no emotion on his face.

He continued to examine Rangiku's injuries, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

The injury was more serious than he had imagined.

This is a tear in the soul; a piece of the soul has been forcibly ripped away.

This led to a subsequent loss of Reiatsu and the spirit was on the verge of collapse.

It's just that this girl has a good foundation; her Reiatsu is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Most people would have been scared out of their wits on the spot.

I wonder how this girl managed to get through it in the original story.

Wang Xun withdrew his hand and gently exhaled.

Gin Ichimaru was standing to the side, watching him quietly.

A deep sense of worry was clearly visible in those narrowed eyes.

Wang Xun could sense that he was waiting for an answer.

But Wang Xun simply continued his inspection while explaining his own perspective.

"This girl's condition is very serious."

Wang Xun told the truth.

"A piece of her soul was torn away; it's a trauma on a spiritual level. It's the Miracle she's still alive."

Gin Ichimaru remained silent.

He just listened quietly.

Wang Xun continued.

"With my current skill level, all I can do is alleviate her pain and temporarily stabilize the turmoil in her soul."

He paused.

"But if we want her to fully recover..."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Gin Ichimaru's eyes.

"How?"

Wang Xun looked at him.

"This is a bit troublesome... but my captain, Unohana, might be able to do it."

Gin Ichimaru remained silent for a moment.

"The Unohana?"

He repeated the name softly.

Wang Xun nodded.

"The Fourth Division Captain, currently the best medical expert in Seireitei."

What Wang Xun didn't mention was that even if Captain Unohana took action, Rangiku would still suffer some aftereffects.

After all, a piece of her soul was separated from her. Even if she recovers well, her future achievements as the Soul Reaper will likely be limited.

There's no way to go any higher.

But Wang Xun didn't say that.

After all, there's no point in talking about this with Gin Ichimaru now.

"I'll try to calm her down first."

As Wang Xun spoke, the pale green Reiatsu of the Kaidō surged forth from his hand once more.

"The rest can be discussed when we return to Seireitei."

This time, Wang Xun's movements were slower and more meticulous.

The Double Kaidō operate simultaneously.

While using Reiatsu to stabilize Rangiku's nearly collapsed soul, he carefully repaired the damaged meridians.

Time passed by, second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xun withdrew his hand, fine beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

On the tatami mat, Rangiku's previously furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Her breathing became much more steady, and her face was no longer as pale as it had been.

Although still unconscious, he is at least temporarily out of danger.

Wang Xun stood up and looked at Gin Ichimaru.

The situation has stabilized for now.

"That should allow her to hold on for a little longer."

Gin Ichimaru walked to the tatami mat and looked down at Rangiku.

The moonlight shone on Gin Ichimaru's still somewhat immature face, reflecting his expression at that moment.

In those squinting eyes, a suppressed emotion was trembling slightly.

His hand, hidden in his sleeve, gradually loosened its grip on the dagger.

After a long silence, Gin Ichimaru finally spoke softly.

"Thanks."