145: Chapter 145 A Medical Miracle! The Tumor Shrank by Two-Thirds!

Three hours later.

The pot of water that was originally clear had turned into a pot of black, viscous medicinal soup, thick as ink.

Su Yun poured the medicinal soup into the bathtub and filled it with hot water.

The water temperature was very high, hot enough to bubble.

"Whether I make it or not depends on this one shot."

Su Yun took a deep breath, stripped completely naked, gritted his teeth, and sat into the bathtub.

Hiss!

In that instant, Su Yun felt as if he had jumped into magma.

But he didn't move.

Forcing himself to endure the illusion that his skin and flesh were being scalded, Su Yun sat cross-legged in the bathtub, formed hand seals, and began to circulate the Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra.

As the technique circulated, the black medicinal soup seemed to come alive.

Wisps of scalding heat burrowed into his body through every pore.

Pain!

Bone-piercing pain!

It felt as if countless ants were gnawing at the crevices of his bones.

Veins bulged on Su Yun's forehead, and sweat evaporated before it could even drip down.

But he could clearly feel that after the heat flowed through his body once, it rushed straight to his brain!

That tumor, like snow meeting sunlight, began to melt away bit by bit.

Time passed minute by minute.

The water in the bathtub slowly became turbid and foul, emitting a fishy, stinking odor.

That was the toxins and impurities expelled from Su Yun's body.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

When Su Yun opened his eyes again, the sun was already setting outside the window.

The water in the bathtub had gone cold and turned as black as ink.

But he felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

The heaviness and dizziness that had constantly accompanied him had vanished.

In its place was a sense of lightness and clarity, as if he were as agile as a swallow.

Su Yun stood up from the bathtub, took a shower, and changed into dry, comfortable clothes.

He walked over to the mirror.

The person in the mirror, although looking the same, had eyes that were frighteningly bright.

His originally pale complexion now showed a healthy, rosy glow.

"I need to go to the hospital to get an official verification."

Su Yun grinned, picked up his car keys, and went out.

...

Jiangcheng City First People's Hospital.

In the neurology specialist clinic, the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Chief Physician Li Guoshou, with a head full of white hair, held a freshly printed MRI scan, his hand shaking as if he were playing the guitar.

He took off his reading glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

He looked at the scan, then looked at Su Yun sitting across from him.

Then he looked at the scan again.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."

Li Guoshou muttered to himself, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"Director Li, how is it? Should I start preparing for my funeral?"

Su Yun sat with his legs crossed, asking with a relaxed expression.

Li Guoshou suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of confusion as if he were doubting reality.

"Young man, tell me honestly, have you gone abroad for some secret surgery in the last half month?"

"Nope, I've just been eating and drinking at home, occasionally livestreaming fortune-telling."

Su Yun shrugged.

"This is unscientific!"

Li Guoshou slapped the scan onto the light box, pointing at the shadowy area that should have been the size of an egg.

"I saw your scan from half a month ago. Late-stage pancreatic cancer, the tumor was compressing the optic nerve, and you could have been brain-dead at any moment."

"But now..."

Li Guoshou's fingers were trembling.

"This tumor has shrunk by at least two-thirds!"

"And the edges are clear, there are no signs of metastasis, and even the originally necrotic tissue is recovering!"

"This is simply a medical miracle! No, this is a divine miracle!"

Li Guoshou had practiced medicine for forty years; what difficult and complicated cases hadn't he seen?

There were cases of spontaneous cancer remission, but those were all early-stage or misdiagnosed.

For a late-stage, metastasized case like Su Yun's to be reversed, he had never even heard of it.

"Then how much longer can I live?"

Su Yun asked with a smile.

"How much longer?"

Li Guoshou glared at him. "At this rate of recovery, as long as you don't go out and get hit by a car, living to eighty won't be a problem!"

"Then I'll take your auspicious words for it."

Su Yun stood up and snatched the medical report from the table.

The moment he walked out of the clinic, he crumpled the report into a ball and accurately tossed it into the trash can at the end of the corridor.

Clang.

A soft sound.

The nightmare that had once sentenced him to death was completely over.

...

Leaving the hospital, Su Yun was in a great mood.

The ticking time bomb of cancer had finally been defused; with his current physique, he felt he could live for another five hundred years.

"Next, I need to get some real work done."

Su Yun rubbed his chin.

Although the cancer was gone, he still had to continue practicing the Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra.

The spiritual energy on Earth now was so thin it was practically non-existent; just relying on meditation and inhaling, he estimated he wouldn't be able to build his foundation even by his next life.

He needed to find some substitutes.

Jade.

Ancient books said that jade was the essence of stone and could lock in spiritual energy.

If he could get a few pieces of good jade and carve a Spirit Gathering Array onto them, his cultivation speed would absolutely take off.

Besides, the Low-level Talisman Production Method he had just drawn also required jade as a carrier.

Paper talismans were for ordinary people; if he really encountered powerful dirty things, he would need jade talismans to suppress them.

Thinking of this, Su Yun casually hailed a taxi.

"Driver, take me to the antique and jade market."

...

The Jiangcheng antique and jade market was the largest money pit in the entire Jiang Province.

Every day, myths of getting rich overnight played out here; of course, there were even more tragedies of losing everything.

Su Yun got out of the car and headed straight for the most imposing storefront in the center of the market, "Jubao Pavilion."

The shop name was tacky, but it had a great location and ostentatious decor.

Just as he entered, he heard a clamorous noise coming from inside.

"Boss Zhao, is this piece of material authentic? Two million is not a small amount."

The one speaking was a young man in his early twenties, covered in designer logos, wearing a Patek Philippe on his wrist, afraid that others wouldn't know he was a second-generation rich kid.

Opposite him was a middle-aged fat man with a beer belly and the look of a crooked merchant.

This fat man was the owner of Jubao Pavilion, Zhao Fugui.

"Oh my, Young Master Wang, how can you say that!"

Zhao Fugui patted the raw stone, which was the size of a basketball, spittle flying everywhere.

"This is authentic old pit jade! Look at this skin, look at these python stripes, and look at the clarity revealed by the window!"

Zhao Fugui took a high-intensity flashlight and shone it on a small opening that had been polished on the raw stone.

That small spot indeed showed a hint of green.

"Let me tell you, the inside is definitely full green! Forget two million; once cut, it will be twenty million at the very least!"

"It's only because you, Young Master Wang, are a regular customer that I've brought out this treasure I've been saving at the bottom of the box."

Young Master Wang was clearly getting carried away by this spiel.

He took the flashlight and pretended to examine it, though in reality, he didn't understand anything, but he still had to keep up appearances.

"Fine, it does look pretty good."

Young Master Wang nodded and prepared to take out his card.

Su Yun stood on the side, almost laughing out loud.

He was now circulating the Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra, and his eyes were sharper than an X-ray.

Inside that raw stone, apart from the thin layer of green mist on the surface, it was all black stone dregs, not even counting as bean-grade jade.

This was a classic case of "even gods find it hard to judge an inch of jade," specifically designed to scam such rich second-generation kids who were foolish and had too much money.

Spending two million to buy a stepping stone, this Young Master Wang was truly a talent.

Su Yun shook his head, too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

He wasn't some saint; this industry had its own rules, and cutting off someone's financial path was akin to killing their parents.