What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The hazy mist on the surface of the bone needle was instantly dispelled, and it began to tremble slightly at my fingertips.

I closed my eyes and focused my mental energy on the fingertips holding the needle's end, carefully sensing the movement inside the bone needle.

As soon as the gentle yin energy of the dark wood core entered the bone needle, it was immediately met with strong rejection from the earth's yin energy and the corpse energy.

That wisp of corpse energy was the most violent, attempting to devour the invading wood energy.

Meanwhile, the earth's yin energy firmly occupies the core position of the bone needle.

But the depth of the dark wood heart is too profound.

A thousand years of sedimentation have allowed its aura to linger endlessly.

The three different auras began to intertwine and merge.

At this moment, I must concentrate fully on controlling that trace of malevolent energy at my fingertips, using it as a guide and a bridge.

To prevent these three forces from completely spiraling out of control and exploding inside the bone needle.

This process is extremely slow and mentally taxing.

Fine beads of cold sweat gradually appeared on my forehead, sliding down my cheeks and dripping onto my hospital gown, spreading into patches of water.

Time passed by, second by second.

I don't know how much time passed, but I suddenly felt the vibrations inside the bone needles begin to weaken.

The raging corpse energy was finally completely tamed by Yin Chenmu Xin, shedding its ferocious exterior and transforming into an extremely pure and cold energy.

The thick, yin energy of the earth veins blended perfectly with the energy of the wood heart.

Three distinct yet shared Yin-attribute forces finally achieved a wondrous balance within the mysterious vessel of the bone needle.

Gradually, it coalesced into a single, extremely concentrated black droplet.

The bone needles are fully saturated.

Next comes the act of giving back.

"Buzz—"

The black bone needle suddenly emitted a loud buzzing sound.

In an instant, the black droplet, which was a fusion of corpse energy, earth vein energy, and thousand-year-old wood energy, rushed out of the meridian at the tip of my right finger along the needle and poured into my body!

"hiss--"

I gasped, and my body trembled violently uncontrollably.

A chill ran down my spine.

This power is too pure and too immense.

Under the impact of this icy force, my meridians even felt a sharp, stinging pain.

But I clenched my teeth tightly and didn't let out a single groan.

Because I could sense that behind this stinging pain lay an astonishing vitality.

I immediately mobilized the remaining malevolent energy within my body and charged forward to meet the force that was pouring in.

The parched dantian began to rapidly fill up.

The liquid of malevolent energy, which was originally only a shallow layer, began to rise at a visible speed.

After being purified by this fusion of energy, the malevolent energy within me became even heavier.

Under my guidance, this greatly enhanced malevolent energy began to circulate wildly throughout my limbs and bones along the Great Circulation.

Every time it flows through a meridian, the icy, bone-chilling aura quickly tears it apart.

Then quickly repair, widen, and reinforce.

This process is extremely painful, yet extremely pleasurable.

I completed this great cycle of the universe in thirty-six rotations.

Only after the surging evil energy within my body completely subsided and settled steadily in my dantian did I slowly open my eyes.

The ward remained quiet.

But I could feel that the whole world seemed to have become clearer in my eyes.

I looked down at my left hand.

The once warm and lustrous dark wood core has now completely lost its luster and turned into a grayish-white piece of dead wood.

I gently pinched it.

With a soft "crack," this priceless piece of dark wood turned into a fine gray powder that slipped through my fingers.

The millennia-old Yin energy within it has been completely squeezed out by the black bone needles and me.

I looked again at the black bone needle on my right hand.

The dullness and gray haze on its surface have been swept away, replaced by a dark, gloomy glow.

The needle seemed to have become thinner, but the sharpness and coldness it exuded were far stronger than before.

I have a feeling that if I were to use my Qi to control this bone needle now, its penetrating power and speed would definitely experience a qualitative leap.

"This is good stuff..."

I sighed and carefully put the black bone needle close to my body.

Afterwards, I stretched my body a bit.

The wound on my right shoulder has now completely healed.

The malevolent energy within his body, which had been nearly depleted, not only fully recovered but even improved compared to before the battle.

I seem to have gotten a few more points closer to the Sha Dan realm.

More importantly, my meridians were widened by more than 30% by this yin energy.

This improvement has brought me a comprehensive boost.

I threw back the covers and stood up from the hospital bed.

With my feet firmly planted on the ground, I felt a sense of security and strength I had never felt before.

Director Song's gift was indeed substantial and timely.

If I were to rely solely on meditation and breathing exercises to digest the two streams of energy from the bone needles and recover from my injuries, it would take at least half a month.

And now, in just a few hours, I have regained my fighting strength.

"If doctors outside saw this recovery speed, they'd probably drag me out for biopsy and analysis."

After laughing and making a self-deprecating remark, I walked to the window and pulled open the blinds.

It was nearing evening.

Looking out at the bustling traffic, I took a deep breath.

Now that you've recovered, there's no need to stay in the hospital any longer.

With that thought in mind, I turned and walked towards the wardrobe.

In the ward's wardrobe, the bureau's logistics staff had already thoughtfully prepared a brand-new set of black casual wear.

I took off my slightly loose hospital gown, changed into my own clothes, and after confirming that I had all my personal belongings, including the scalpel, with me, I picked up the wooden box containing the ginseng.

After I finished getting ready, I pushed open the door to the ward and went out.

The light from the incandescent bulbs in the underground ward corridor was somewhat pale.

I had only taken a few steps when I saw a burly figure sitting on a bench outside the intensive care unit diagonally opposite.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhao Tie.

He was resting his hands on his knees with his head bowed.

He was still holding a cigarette between his fingers, which was crumpled and deformed, but he didn't light it.

Hearing the commotion on my end, he suddenly looked up, a hint of wariness flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

But when they saw it was me, they were immediately surprised.

"Consultant Chen? You... why are you out of bed?"

Zhao Tie quickly put the cigarette back in his pocket and strode over.

I looked at his tired yet honest face and smiled.

"I wasn't seriously injured to begin with, and since I'm in good health, I recovered quickly and am now mostly recovered."

"But you, didn't you leave with Director Song? What are you doing here?"

Zhao Tie scratched his buzz cut, glanced back somewhat sheepishly at the closed doors of the ICU, and sighed.

"Old Zhou is still not awake, and I'm so worried. I can't even close my eyes when I go back to bed."

I simply told the guy on duty and volunteered to cover his shift.

"Staying here, even if I can't be of much help, makes me feel more at ease."