If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

On the outermost edge of the ruins, in a relatively flat and open area, Du Feifei's medical team had already set up a field medical station. The medical tents, airdropped from the ground, unfolded rapidly under the night sky like pure white lotus blossoms. Operating tables, emergency equipment, IV stands—all kinds of instruments were placed precisely in their positions. The smell of disinfectant mingled with the earthy odor and the rusty smell of flesh and blood, permeating the air in the biting night wind.

This is the outpost in the battle against death. Du Feifei directs the medical staff. She is agile and steady. Although her face is covered with dust, her research coat is still spotless.

In the dim emergency lights, she was calm and efficient, like an immovable statue, radiating a calming power. Her gaze swept over each wounded person, quickly assessing their condition and issuing instructions. Every gesture was precise, powerful, and left no room for doubt.

The first batch of survivors were carried over on stretchers one after another. Their injuries were shocking and varied: steel bars pierced their bodies, concrete slabs crushed their limbs, rubble cut their heads and faces, leaving their skin torn and bleeding. Many more were choked by smoke and dust, struggling to breathe, having endured a long ordeal in the ruins. The medical station was instantly filled with groans, hurried footsteps, and shouts from medical staff.

A middle-aged man was carried in on a stretcher. His left leg was pierced by a broken steel bar, the bone was visible, and blood was seeping out, staining his trouser leg a bright red. His face was pale, and he was so weak that even groaning was difficult. His consciousness was almost blurred. Beside him, a senior surgical director from a local hospital, with a white beard, was preparing to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound with a furrowed brow.

He knew that such an injury carried an extremely high risk of infection in the wild, and if not handled carefully, there was an 80% or higher chance of amputation. Du Feifei glanced at him and her brows furrowed slightly. Without saying a word, she walked straight to the injured man's side and poured out a pill from an exquisitely carved white jade bottle at her waist. The pill was as smooth as jade and emitted a faint medicinal fragrance, as if it contained endless vitality.

Open your mouth.

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable resolve. The middle-aged man, half-conscious, instinctively opened his mouth. Du Feifei deftly placed the pill into his mouth. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and in a flash, a warm and vibrant current flowed down his throat and into his entire body. In an instant, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The middle-aged man coughed violently a few times. Then, his pale cheeks rapidly turned blood red, and the gushing blood miraculously stopped in an instant. Even more shockingly, the gruesome wound on his left leg, pierced by the steel bar, began to writhe and heal against all reason! The blood hole left after the steel bar was pulled out contracted rapidly within a few seconds, and the surrounding flesh and tissue seemed to be endowed with a mysterious life force, growing wildly and filling the wound.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The white-bearded head of surgery stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape. He was utterly stunned by what he saw before him. The wound, which had been gushing blood just moments before, now bore only a faint pink mark. The muscle fibers and skin tissue had regenerated completely in an instant! This utterly overturned his decades of medical knowledge.

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gradually clearing and brightening from a state of confusion. He tried to move his left leg, and apart from a slight numbness, he felt no pain whatsoever! He even felt that his body was more energetic than before the disaster! An indescribable warmth and power surged through his body.

"My...my leg..."

His voice trembled, and his eyes shone with ecstasy and gratitude for surviving the ordeal. Du Feifei ignored the astonished looks of those around her, her gaze already turning to the next injured person, a young man whose right arm had been broken by a collapsing wooden beam. The wound was a bloody mess, and the broken bones were starkly exposed, a gruesome sight. She used the same method, and another pill entered his mouth.

In just ten seconds, with a faint "crackling" sound, the young man's broken right arm began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye! The broken bones returned to their original positions, muscles grew, and skin regenerated rapidly! In the end, a completely intact arm, which even looked stronger than before the injury, was presented to everyone.

The young man stared blankly at his arm, then tried to clench his fist. The disbelief in his eyes was gradually replaced by relief and deep gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

"A miracle! This is absolutely a miracle!"

"A fairy in white! This is a living bodhisattva descended to earth!"

Inside the medical station, everyone was awestruck by the series of miracles. The ordinary medical staff, including the senior surgical director, and the survivors assisting her, looked at Du Feifei with boundless fervor and admiration. They had never imagined that medical skills could reach such an unbelievable level. Some were so moved that their knees buckled, and they repeatedly kowtowed to Du Feifei, crying out, "Fairy, save us!"

Du Feifei, however, was focused on her task. She knew that these pills were prepared for her by Su Chen in advance, specifically for dealing with such emergency medical situations. Each pill contained powerful vitality and restorative power, which could be considered life-saving for ordinary injuries. She also understood that the number of pills was limited and they had to be used on the most urgent and serious injuries. Every time she took one out, it was a difficult decision and a race against time.

Besides the elixirs, she also directed the Kunlun medical staff in the medical team to use some unique Kunlun medical techniques combined with modern medical knowledge to treat the wounded. Although the Kunlun medical staff did not have Du Feifei's ability to "bring people back to life with elixirs", they were all masters themselves. When they channeled their true energy into the wounded, they could accelerate the healing of injuries, relieve pain, and even keep the seriously injured alive while waiting for Du Feifei's "miracle medicine".

Their techniques were precise and efficient. With the aid of modern medicine, they maximized the efficiency of treatment. The field medical station quickly began to operate in an orderly manner. The wounded were classified and treated, with the seriously ill given priority and the less seriously ill able to treat themselves. Thanks to Du Feifei's accurate judgment and the efficient collaboration of the Kunlun medical staff, the lives of many survivors were saved. Those who should have exhausted their last bit of life in the ruins had their hopes rekindled here. The shadow of death was miraculously dispelled in this small area of ​​the medical station, replaced by a burning desire for life and an indomitable will.

During breaks in the rescue efforts, Long Xiaoyun would visit the medical station to check on the situation. Watching Du Feifei's busy yet calm figure and the miraculously recovered injured people, she felt a deep sense of pride.

She knew that this was not only due to the miraculous effect of the pills, but also to Du Feifei's composure and extraordinary professionalism in the face of danger. The two "sisters-in-law," one went deep into the ruins, cutting through despair like a sharp blade to pave the way for life, and the other stayed behind, nourishing the wounds like spring rain. In the face of disaster, they each used their unique ways to jointly support a sky of hope, allowing those souls on the verge of collapse to breathe and be reborn.

At this moment, the power of Kunlun is not only the magnificent force that splits mountains and shatters rocks, but also the endless vitality that nourishes life.