Shen Muzhi had been in the Medicine Master Valley for quite some time. Having served as a physician for so many years, he prided himself on having seen all sorts of patients. However, a lunatic who dug out his own heart and asked him to transplant it for someone else was truly a first.
For a moment, Shen Muzhi stood frozen.
It was You Siqi, standing beside him, who reacted first. He patted Shen Muzhi’s shoulder, reminding him, "Transplant it. If he asks you to transplant it, just do it. Lu Wuming is a ghost, with exceptional regenerative abilities. He can survive even if you remove all his internal organs, so don't be afraid, just do the transplant."
Hearing this, Shen Muzhi felt a slight sense of relief.
But when the oil lamp illuminated Liu Buli’s face, You Siqi gasped in surprise, his breath catching in his throat, "This is Liu Buli?"
At his words, Shen Muzhi was stunned again.
The name Liu Buli was known throughout the cultivation world. As the senior disciple of the Medicine Master Valley, he had met the sect leader of their rival sect several times.
Although those meetings were mere fleeting glimpses, Shen Muzhi had never forgotten Liu Buli's appearance. He truly deserved the title of the most beautiful person in the cultivation world. But what had driven this beauty to such a state?
Seeing their reactions, Lu Wuming assumed they were unwilling to help him. Malice flared up in his eyes once more, and he said, word by word, "Save him, or we will all die."
"No, wait a moment," You Siqi immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He said, "Shouldn't you hate him? Why do you want to save him? Didn't he do those insane things to you?"
Lu Wuming did not understand what this man was talking about.
He pursed his lips and replied, "He is my light."
With that, Lu Wuming was unwilling to say more. He simply stared blankly at Liu Buli's face, as if imprinting every detail of it into his heart.
You Siqi found it strange, but he didn't press further. Shen Muzhi, on the other hand, let out a scoff and said, "Great writer, didn't you say this world is a novel you wrote? How did a plot you didn't even know about appear in this novel?"
"How would I know?" You Siqi scratched his head and sighed, "You should save him first. Perhaps when he wakes up, everything will become clear."
Shen Muzhi shrugged and lowered his head to begin the procedure.
In fact, it was his first time transplanting internal organs for someone else. Such a feat was too bizarre. Even he had only read about similar procedures in medical texts. Within his entire sect, he had never seen anyone perform such a task.
He himself could not guarantee the success rate.
However, seeing Lu Wuming standing by, ready to drag them all down with him at any moment, Shen Muzhi could only swallow his worst fears. He maintained an outwardly calm demeanor, as if everything was under control, and replaced all of Liu Buli's damaged internal organs.
Whatever Lu Wuming needed, he would dig it out from his own body. He wore a look of blissful happiness throughout, digging without hesitation, so decisively that Shen Muzhi couldn't help but frown.
When the heart, placed last, was also sutured with spiritual threads, Shen Muzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Lu Wuming, opened his lips, and finally couldn't resist asking, "You won't die, and you can't feel pain? Not to mention anything else, you've dug out your heart twice for me. With so much blood loss, doesn't it really hurt?"
Lu Wuming smiled faintly and replied, "It doesn't hurt."
Compared to the despair he felt when he saw Liu Buli lying there, on the brink of life and death, the pain in his body was insignificant.
Perhaps because his heart had already died, everything else had become numb and meaningless to him. Thus, he felt no pain, or rather, even if he did, it no longer mattered.
Shen Muzhi blinked. He didn't know much about ghosts, so he genuinely believed Lu Wuming felt no pain. He pulled at the corners of his mouth, revealing an awkward expression, and commented, "If you can't even feel pain, then your body is truly quite useful. If you became a physician, many difficult and complex illnesses could be solved by you."
Lu Wuming lowered his gaze and remained silent.
You Siqi, on the side, couldn't bear to listen. He tugged at Shen Muzhi's sleeve and shook his head.
As the author of this novel, he was perhaps the one who knew best, besides Lu Wuming himself, how painful it was to create the wounds on Lu Wuming's body and how painful it was to heal them.
How could it not hurt?
He had the same senses as a normal person!
Normally, even a slight cut on his finger would make him wince in pain for a while. What was going on with the person in front of him? How could he smile so brightly after digging out all his internal organs?
You Siqi truly couldn't understand.
But he could tell that Lu Wuming didn't want to reveal this fact, so he gritted his teeth and didn't offer any further explanation to Shen Muzhi.
The wound on Liu Buli's abdomen had been sutured with spiritual threads, and the other injuries had also been mostly treated. Shen Muzhi let out a sigh of relief and said, "I've done everything I can. Whether he wakes up now depends on him. If his willpower is strong enough, he might open his eyes. If..."
"There are no other options. He will wake up," Lu Wuming interrupted Shen Muzhi.
He walked to Liu Buli's side and reached out to touch his cheek. His fingers finally stopped at Liu Buli's sunken right eye. Lu Wuming frowned slightly and said, "Can this eye be replaced? I can dig mine out for him."
"This..." Shen Muzhi frowned. Even though the other party kept saying he didn't feel pain, the bloody sight was still unsettling.
He pursed his lips and chose a more tactful way of saying, "Perhaps it's best not to? It doesn't matter if he's missing an eye. This doesn't affect his life, so it's fine if it's not replaced."
Lu Wuming shook his head.
Perhaps it was due to Shen Muzhi's treatment, but his attitude towards him had improved slightly. He stroked Liu Buli's cheek again and said softly, "I'll ask you this: if I dig out my own eye, can you help me transplant it for him?"
"I'm not sure," Shen Muzhi sighed. "Even transplanting internal organs is my first attempt, and I don't know the success rate. So I advise you to forget about it. This..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Wuming acted.
He dug out his bloody eyeball whole, holding it in his palm. Blood flowed down his cheek, but the smile on his face remained as joyful as ever. He said, "Try it. Keep trying until you succeed. It doesn't matter how many times it takes; I can dig them out for you."
His master was the most perfect being in this world.
Since he was perfect, he could not have any flaws.
If only his internal organs and eyes could be replaced to bring the other person back to him completely, then no matter how many times it took, he would do it.
He was more than willing.
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(This is a cultivation novel. The worldview is not scientific, so don't bring up science or medicine. If spiritual energy can connect it, it can be transplanted. There will be no rejection.)