Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 648 - 647: You Have White Hair Now [Third Release, Request for Monthly Votes]
The voice of Principal Zhang's wife was particularly grating in the quiet living room, and Yang Yinhou's face instantly turned cold. His gaze, sharp as a sword, shot towards Principal Zhang's wife.
Once a National Army Major General who had claimed countless enemy lives in the jungles of Myanmar, Yang Yinhou's cultivation had now reached the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation, and he wasn't far from the Seventh Layer. When he became angry, Principal Zhang's wife was so frightened by his piercing gaze that she almost fell to the ground on her behind.
She clamped her hand over her mouth, not allowing it to emit even the slightest sound.
Seeing this, Yang Yinhou withdrew his gaze and walked to the staircase to gesture Wu Yili's grandmother to come down.
Although everyone had already learned from Yang Yinhou that the old lady was capable of coming downstairs on her own, they were still shocked and rendered speechless for a long time when they saw her descend from the stairs with agile legs and a vibrant spirit.
Zhu Dongyu, the National Medical Master, was especially so.
As a National Medical Master, he knew the old lady's condition better than Principal Zhang and the others.
In his view, it would have been a miracle if Yang Yinhou could have helped the old lady hang on for one more month in bed. He never expected that she would now be able to walk down the stairs with such vitality.
Zhu Dongyu simply couldn't imagine to what extent Ge Dongxu's medical skills had reached!
After a while, everyone regained their senses, and excitedly welcomed the elderly lady down from the stairway entrance.
"We must thank Master Ge properly!" the old lady said in a low voice, holding on tightly to Wu Yili's hand.
In the room, Ge Dongxu's persistence and the effort he put into treating her body were things only the old lady herself knew well. Moreover, she was fully aware that all of this was for the sake of her granddaughter.
Otherwise, how could Ge Dongxu, a man like an immortal, possibly sweat and toil so much for an elderly person whose life was nearly at its end?
"Yes, I know, Grandma," Wu Yili nodded vigorously, then walked over to Yang Yinhou and asked in a low voice, "Master, will Dongxu have any problems?"
"Ah, I neglected your teacher Dongxu's identity for a moment, and his personality as well!" Yang Yinhou looked deeply at Wu Yili, full of self-reproach, "I should have realized that defying the heavens to change fate is an act against nature! But because it was Madame Liu, your grandmother, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing after learning about it. Ridiculously, I thought that my junior brother's strength was much greater than mine. Seeing how confident he was, I blindly assumed that this was not too difficult for him."
"Do you mean, because of saving my grandmother, Ge Dongxu might have to sacrifice his own lifespan?" Upon hearing this, Wu Yili recalled certain legends, and her body trembled violently as tears uncontrollably fell down her cheeks.
"It's hard to say!" Yang Yinhou said, full of self-reproach.
"What should we do? It's all my fault, all my fault. At my age, it wouldn't have mattered if I had gone, but to drag down a young man..." The elderly lady began to beat her chest with guilt upon hearing these words.
While the old lady was beating her chest in self-reproach, Tang Yiyuan gave Tang Yahui a fierce stare. Naturally, he felt very self-reproachful at the moment. At the same time, he silently warned himself that he should never trouble Ge Dongxu with similar situations in the future.
Tang Yahui also felt quite guilty at that moment. Seeing her father glaring at her, her eyes reddened, and she lowered her head.
"Grandma, it's not as serious as all that, it's not that much of an exaggeration. It was just a bit strenuous," Ge Dongxu said with a somewhat pale face as he appeared at the top of the stairs while the old lady's self-reproach echoed through the hall and the atmosphere was gloomy and oppressive.
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Ge Dongxu, who had been in meditation to recuperate, was awakened by the shrill scream of Principal Zhang's wife. Then, hearing the conversation downstairs, he could no longer settle down to rest and got up to leave the room.
If the last rescue could be described as a grueling labor that taxed his physical and mental strength to the point of exhaustion, then this time, the amount of True Qi Ge Dongxu actually expended was not significant. It was his heart and mind that were truly fatigued, to the extent that even now he felt his head throbbing with pain.
"Dongxu!"
"Master Ge!"
"Senior Ge!"
"Mr. Ge!"
"..."
When everyone saw Ge Dongxu appear at the stairwell, their faces lit up with surprise, and Wu Yili and Tang Yahui hurried up the stairs.
"Are you all right?" Standing in front of Ge Dongxu and seeing his pale face, Wu Yili wanted to reach out and cradle his face, but she ultimately suppressed the impulse and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired," Ge Dongxu said casually.
"You, you have white hairs!" Suddenly, Tang Yahui pointed at Ge Dongxu's head.
No sooner had Tang Yahui finished speaking than Yang Yinhou flashed by her side, leaping up the stairs to stand beside Ge Dongxu, his gaze sharp as he stared at a few white hairs on the left side of Ge Dongxu's head, which were not easy to notice without looking closely.
"Disciple has failed in his duties, please punish me, Sect Leader!" Seeing the white hairs on Ge Dongxu's head, Yang Yinhou felt as if his heart was being cut with a knife and knelt on one knee before Ge Dongxu.
Everyone was shocked, especially Zhu Dongyu, whose heart seemed to stop beating, and he even forgot to breathe.
In his heart, Yang Yinhou was a true reclusive expert. Back in Shanghai, even the big shots of the Qing Gang would have to treat him with the utmost respect.
Later, when he went to the jungles of Myanmar to resist the Japanese and was given the rank of Major General, Zhu Dongyu knew about it too, until he heard that Yang Yinhou was ambushed by the Japanese army and sacrificed in the jungles of Myanmar. Zhu Dongyu didn't know what happened afterwards.
But now, here was Yang Yinhou, addressing Ge Dongxu as Sect Leader and asking for punishment, a sight Zhu Dongyu found hard to believe.
"Senior Brother, what are you doing? What is this?" Ge Dongxu was also taken aback by Yang Yinhou's actions and hurriedly helped him up.
"As the late-disciple of our Master and the one he passed the position of Sect Leader to, the future of the Pill Talisman Sect rests on you. As a disciple of the Pill Talisman Sect, it is my duty to advise the Sect Leader against taking risks. I blame myself for not advising you earlier, which led to the excessive depletion of your energy," Yang Yinhou said with self-reproach.
Having experienced countless lifetimes of worldly vicissitudes, Yang Yinhou had long ceased to desire worldly fame and fortune. The only exception was this junior brother, whom Yang Yinhou now cherished as his own life, allowing no room for error.
Because Ge Dongxu was not only the late-disciple of his Master and the appointed Sect Leader, but he also had helped his Master through his final days, been with him through the last journey of life, and gave Yang Yinhou the chance to stand again, passing down the complete Cultivation Method, allowing his cultivation to surpass his previous height...
"Senior Brother, don't say that, it's nothing serious, just some fatigue," Ge Dongxu held Yang Yinhou's hand, patting the back of it.
"Hair is the surplus of blood, and with your cultivation, you would not have white hair due to the overexpenditure of vitality, even at my age," Yang Yinhou stated solemnly.
