From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Jiang Liu succinctly stated, "In Western medicine, this disease is caused by a genetic mutation. Of course, current Western research on genes..."

We only knew of its existence and did not study it in depth, but Duanmu Ying and I did a lot of research on it, which was nearly a hundred years ahead of the current Western medical community.

In theory, I could influence the genes of the tumor in his brain by stimulating the Qi within his body, causing it to die naturally without surgery.

But those methods...

In your eyes, this has likely already gone beyond the realm of medicine.

Master Liu remained silent.

Mr. Niu was speechless.

Dr. Duanmu then asked Duanmu Ying, "Girl, do you also know how to perform craniotomy?"

"Why not?"

Duanmu Ying took out a crystal scalpel. "During my studies abroad, I operated on quite a few animals, especially mice. These animals are the most suitable for experiments, whether it's surgery or testing new drugs. If it works on mice, it can work on humans too... The success rate is probably 40% to 50%. But if you want to use them on humans, you still have to do clinical trials."

"They even use people for experiments?" Lin Shirong asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, how can we test the results?"

Duanmu Ying countered, "There's another type of person in foreign countries who makes money by testing drugs on others! Some of them even donate their bodies after death for scientific research."

I've dissected quite a few fresh cadavers at Western medical schools, but they didn't taste very good..."

Listening to Duanmu Ying's eloquent and detailed description of how to dissect the abdomen, remove the intestines, dig out the heart, and extract the brain, Master Liu, Doctor Duanmu, Mr. Niu, Wang Zizhong, and even Huang Feihong all felt somewhat nauseous.

Lin Shirong was somewhat better off, since he had worked in a slaughterhouse and was used to seeing the slaughtering of cattle, sheep, and pigs. So when he heard Duanmu Ying describe the dissection of the corpses, he didn't feel much.

If there is any difference, it's only one—human corpses are not much different from those of livestock such as cattle, sheep, and pigs.

"enough!"

Dr. Duanmu stopped Duanmu Ying, who was describing the autopsy process like a fish being trimmed, saying, "If you keep going, I really can't take it anymore."

"hey-hey!"

Duanmu Ying smiled slyly, then stopped talking.

at this point.

After everyone had calmed down, Mr. Niu woke up Li Hongyang and explained the situation.

Upon hearing that brain surgery was required, Master Li was taken aback and was about to fly into a rage, but upon seeing the two-meter-tall Lin Shirong, his imposing aura immediately subsided, though his expression remained unfriendly. He then turned to Mr. Niu and said in a sarcastic tone, "Mr. Niu, you're not here to rid the people of a scourge, are you?"

"Mr. Li, you're joking. I'm just a humble doctor. It's my responsibility to treat the sick and save lives, but eliminating evil for the people is the business of chivalrous heroes. It has nothing to do with us doctors." Mr. Niu was indeed a shrewd person, and his words were perfectly tactful.

They neither offended Li Hongyang nor were they afraid that their words would offend those true chivalrous people if they got out.

"Humph!"

Li Hongyang sneered, his gaze passing over Mr. Niu and looking at Jiang Liu. He felt the man looked familiar and asked, "Is this the one who wanted to put a knife on my head?"

"At such a young age, with no experience whatsoever, how much skill could he possibly possess to dare to emulate the legendary physician Hua Tuo?"

"I am unworthy, but I am a scholar named Jiang Liu."

Without bowing or making a gesture of respect, Jiang Liu simply described a fact in a plain and straightforward manner.

Instantly.

Li Hongyang's eyes changed, his lips trembled, and he exclaimed, "You are the reincarnated Buddha—Jiang Liuer? The reincarnation of Tang Xuanzang! The second disciple of Buddha!"

Hearing this long passage, even Jiang Liu, with his high level of self-control, found it hard to keep his composure. However, he quickly calmed down and smiled, "Is my reputation in Luoyang really that exaggerated?"

"Living Buddha! Disciple of Buddha! Come! Come! Quickly open my head and cure my illness!"

but--

That's one of the advantages of being famous.

For ordinary people in particular, they don't need any reason to be convinced.

Officials are mostly disbelieving in ghosts and gods, believing only in power; while businessmen are mostly praying to gods and Buddhas. Many businessmen in the 21st century still display statues of the God of Wealth and plant money trees, let alone merchants in the Republic of China era.

They prayed to gods and Buddhas countless times!

This means further strengthening the disenchantment and purification of Qi cultivation practices in the future...

# Chapter 996 The Buddha opened my skull, shaved my head and went to Mount Ling

Why has Master Li changed his attitude?

Jiang Liu asked with a smile.

"You are a living Buddha reincarnated!"

Li Hongyang repeated the same line: "As the saying goes, 'An immortal touches my head, and I receive eternal life.' Today I have seen the descended Buddha, and there is also a saying: 'Buddha opens my skull, shaves my head, and ascends to the sacred mountain!'"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, exchanging glances, and could see the bewildered expression on each other's faces.

You have to understand, this is about cutting someone's head. Most people would run away as fast as they can at the mere mention of it. But this Master Li is "superstitious." Once he confirmed Jiang Liu's identity, he hurriedly called Jiang Liu a Buddhist disciple. He didn't care about his own life and couldn't wait for Jiang Liu to make his move.

"There's no rush to use a knife."

Jiang Liu took out a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from his storage ring. This ability to "conjure objects out of thin air" left Li Hongyang with no more doubts.

Jiang Liu wrote lines of clauses on it, totaling more than ten pages, before finally stopping and saying, "After all, this is a matter of surgery on the brain, so I need your signature and fingerprint, and then I need to invite your family, the famous gentry in Luoyang, and the county magistrate to witness it together."

"Of course! Of course!"

Although Li Hongyang didn't know why Jiang Liu had called so many people, it was ultimately for his own life's sake—although Lingshan was wonderful, the flavors of the human world were still more plentiful.

The trip to Lingshan...

They should at least die of old age, right?

So Li Hongyang rushed out of Baozhitang in a hurry. A short while later, he arrived with his wife, eight concubines, three sons, six daughters, and all the well-known gentry in Luoyang. The county magistrate was the last to arrive.

"Thank you all for coming. I am Ru Hui Jiang Liu. I imagine that you have all heard of me to some extent."

Knowing that these people valued reputation above all else, Jiang Liu said what to say to whomever he spoke, “Li Hongyang’s illness is in his head. He needs to have his skull opened to remove the poisonous evil so that he can live. Otherwise, no matter how much medicine or acupuncture he takes, it will only suppress the symptoms temporarily. His condition will relapse repeatedly until he is nearing the end of his life and suffers terribly.”

However, since the head is the most important of the six yang organs, I cannot act rashly. I need the joint approval of Li Hongyang and his family.

In addition, we would like to ask for your help as witnesses.

If they fail, Li Hongyang and his family will bear the consequences themselves; they must not cause trouble for me or Mr. Niu's Baozhilin.

Everyone: "......"

Is it mainly for that last sentence?

Li Hongyang was also stunned, but when he thought about how painful he would be in his old age, he thought it would be better to die... to die at the hands of a Buddhist disciple, so that he could go to Mount Ling.

So, gritting his teeth, he said, "President Jiang, I agree!"

Then he said to his wife, "Come over and sign the papers!"

"Master, you mustn't!"

"Yes, Dad, no! This is too risky!"

The principal wife nodded and was about to write when she was stopped by the other eight concubines and their children.

Without him.

If something happens to the master, the family property will naturally be inherited by the legal wife.

But what about their concubines and illegitimate children?

She was destined to be ostracized by the master's legal wife and her legitimate children, or even kicked out of the house, without receiving a single penny.

"Don't say it, my mind is made up!"

Mr. Li was completely unaware of the situation and was deeply moved, but he had already decided to have brain surgery.

There was nothing we could do.

The legal wife, the concubine, and all of Mr. Li's children signed and affixed their fingerprints to the guarantee.

"Alright! Let's go to the main hall! It's spacious there!"

Jiang Liu waved his hand and, together with the others, escorted Li Hongyang to the main hall, asked him to lie down on the bed, and took out a razor to shave his head.

Swish swish!

In just a second, Li Hongyang's long, dry hair fell off his head, leaving him bald.

Jiang Liu then shook his body, and those present felt a gentle breeze, which made their breathing easier, much to their surprise.

Jiang Liu said to Doctor Duanmu and the others, "For a doctor, when performing surgery, the most important thing is not to cut the wrong blood vessels or meridians, but to prevent suppuration."

The root cause of suppuration is that there are many dust particles and germs in the air that are invisible to the naked eye. People can breathe without any problems, but once a person's skin has a wound, germs and filth in the air can enter and cause suppuration.

Now, with a single thought, I can dispel all the dust and germs in the air of this hall. Our breathing will naturally become smoother, and when the surgery is performed later, Master Li's wound will certainly not fester.

Master Liu, Doctor Duanmu, Mr. Niu, and Huang Feihong were all taken aback. They had thought that most of them had poor blood circulation, but they never expected that there were germs in the air!

After thinking for a moment, Wang Zizhong suddenly said, "One day, I opened my eyes in bed and saw the morning light shining in through the gap in the curtains. There were countless tiny particles in that light. Could they be germs?"

Upon hearing what Wang Zizhong said, everyone present suddenly realized that they had all witnessed similar scenes but had never paid attention to them.

Unexpectedly, the air they were breathing contained so many germs!

"No, that's just dust. Germs are even smaller, on the same scale as the cells that make up our bodies. Without a microscope, or without cultivating to a level like mine, you can't possibly see them." With that, Jiang Liu's eyes blossomed like lotus flowers, reflecting the stars in the heavens. Within his pupils was a golden glint, the very essence of "Dharma".

Before anyone could react in surprise, Jiang Liu pointed a finger at Li Hongyang's Baihui acupoint, activating the Qi within his body and severing his pain receptors. He then asked, "Master Li, how are you feeling now?"

"I don't feel anything." Li Hongyang, with his bald head, looked a little nervous. "What's wrong with me?"

"I've severed your pain receptors."

Jiang Liu laughed and said, "The ancients also had surgical techniques. For example, the legendary physician Hua Tuo once scraped the bone of Guan Yu to remove poison, and he also prepared anesthetic powder."

But who is Guan Yu?

No anesthesia required.

If Master Li considers himself a valiant figure like Guan Yu, then I'll simply reconnect your pain receptors.

"No! No! I'm just a businessman, how can I compare to the God of Wealth? Don't accept this! Don't accept this!" Li Hongyang hurriedly refused.