True Solution of the Sword Dao

Lin Fei was the first to push open the main door and walk in, her brows furrowing as she glanced at the employee notice board plastered on the wall. It was sparsely decorated with three or five photos of staff members. Chen Wu and the others followed closely behind.

"Which ward is Chen Wu’s sister in? Just take us there directly, we’ll find the duty doctor ourselves and arrange the surgery, I’ve brought plenty to cover the costs," Lin Fei said indifferently. In an institution like a hospital, where the efficiency is so poor and shoddy, a common cold can be dragged out for weeks without a cure, and hundreds or even thousands could be spent on miscellaneous medications. Sometimes, an illness that needed no medication and would have resolved with some rest could even be deliberately prolonged by doctors to cause more problems. Although she had only been to a hospital a few times in her previous life, her experiences during those visits and the information she gathered through other channels were sufficient to know that nowadays, hospitals were basically organizations that scam people out of their money.

"She’s in Ward 305. It was just a couple of days ago that they discovered an ovarian cyst, said it was already very serious and that it was too late to delay surgery any longer," Chen Wu said, looking somewhat embarrassed, as it was indeed a difficult topic to speak about.

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Chen Jing lay half-reclined on the hospital bed, her complexion pale and her forehead drenched in sweat, as the pain in her lower abdomen started again. It had been getting worse recently.

Her ward was a six-bed room. At the bed next to hers, a female patient’s relatives had arrived—two men and a woman, all carrying things. They had just stepped out for lunch, so the room was temporarily empty. That’s when Chen Jing felt the pain in her abdomen flare up again and hastily called for a nurse.

The nurse in charge of the ward was clearly a novice, at a loss when faced with the sudden issue, despite Chen Jing having been fine just moments before. She was a new recruit at this hospital, originally a nursing school student doing an internship here, and naturally lacked any experience.

"Just wait here, I’ll call the doctor immediately," the nurse said as she hurried out.

Chen Jing turned her head and saw a small mirror placed on the nightstand by her bed. In the mirror, she hardly recognized herself; no longer did her face possess its former beauty. Her lips were devoid of color, and her face was sweaty. The pain in her lower abdomen intensified.

Soon after, a young female doctor arrived in a rush. Upon seeing Chen Jing’s condition,

"It’s nothing, just give her a shot for the pain," the doctor said nonchalantly. Then she started instructing the nurse to prepare the medication and syringe, readying the reagents.

As soon as Chen Jing heard that she needed an injection, she bit her lip and glanced at the half-open door of the ward.

"Doctor, could you close the door, please?"

"Afraid of what? Everyone here is either a patient or medical staff. Hurry up, I’m short on time!" the doctor replied impatiently, flicking the syringe. "Pull down your pants, we’re giving it in the buttocks!"

Chen Jing’s face flushed with embarrassment and she felt uncomfortable, but having no choice but to acquiesce to the doctor’s orders, she reluctantly turned away and pulled down one side of her pants. The female doctor found the spot, pressed on it, wiped it with alcohol, and was about to inject.

Suddenly, the ward door was pushed open, and the family members of the patients who had just left for lunch came back in, laughing and talking. Upon seeing the scene, they quickly realized what was happening, and the two men in particular couldn’t help but let their gazes drift over to Chen Jing.

After all, Chen Jing was quite pretty and pure in appearance, easily drawing the attention of others.

Caught off guard by their sudden appearance, Chen Jing reflexively pulled up her pants, her face turning extremely red.

However, the female doctor slapped Chen Jing’s buttock, making a smacking sound,

"Stop covering! Raise your buttocks higher!" she exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing through the ward.

In that moment, Chen Jing was overwhelmed with shame and anger. Clenching her teeth, she had no choice but to let go of her hands covering her buttocks. The embarrassment in her heart outweighed even the pain in her abdomen.

Fortunately, the patient in the bed next to her coughed loudly, alerting those relatives who then quickly left the room.

She swore this was the most humiliating moment of her life! Why should she endure such indignity after paying? Patients are people too, and they have dignity!

Her heart was filled with intense indignation.

After enduring the time for the injection, Chen Jing quickly retreated under the covers as soon as she saw the doctor and the nurse leave with the medicine.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Not long after the doctor had left from administering the injection, the door to the ward was pushed open again. Chen Wu, a towering figure, entered with a joyful expression. A group of people followed him, among whom Chen Jing recognized her brother’s master, junior brothers and sisters, but there was also a boy she didn’t recognize. Although her stomach was still in pain, Chen Jing forced herself to be spirited.

"Xiaowu, you’re here," she said, squeezing out a smile and trying to calm her emotions.

"Sis, I’ve gathered the money for your surgery. Now we just have to wait for the time. You will definitely be alright!" Chen Wu declared with an uncharacteristic smile. It had been a long time since Chen Jing had seen her brother so happy.

"That’s over ten thousand, isn’t it? Xiaowu, don’t joke with me like this, my illness is nothing serious. It’ll get better with some rest," Chen Jing said hesitantly.

"No worries, my new boss agreed to give me an advance on my salary, the money has already been paid," Chen Wu reassured her with a smile, sitting down next to the hospital bed and gently wiping the sweat from his sister’s forehead with a tissue. With concern, he asked, "Does it hurt again?"

"It doesn’t hurt," Chen Jing smiled back, her gaze moving past her brother to the people behind him. "Master Yuan, Xiaoshan Ruoruo, and Xiao Que Xiao Ying, you all came. And who is this?" she asked, looking at the young man at the end.

The young man had a gentle appearance and a very peaceful aura.

"Chen Jing sister, I’m Lin Fei, Chen Wu’s senior brother," Lin Fei replied warmly.

"And our new boss," Yuan Yonglong interjected with a big laugh. The others also laughed. It was indeed unusual for a boss so young to create such a rapport. They had gotten along well in just a few hours.

"The money must have come from you. I really can’t thank you enough," Chen Jing expressed her gratitude. Over ten thousand was no big deal for a mid-tier family in this era, but for their family, it was a substantial amount of money. Chen Wu’s educational background was modest, working as a car mechanic with a low salary. The money he and Chen Jing had saved, along with what he scraped together, was barely enough to cover the hospital and examination fees. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"It’s nothing, actually, all this money is what Chen junior brother deserved. I just advanced it to him," Lin Fei said with a smile.

The power of money was indeed great. The group had only sat down for a short while when the doctor and nurses came over with the surgery cart.

"Make way, make way! The surgery time is scheduled, and it’s time for patient in bed number 4," a middle-aged nurse called out loudly.

Bed number 4 was where Chen Jing lay. Seeing this scenario, a wave of hope rose in her heart. She wanted to recover from her illness quickly, to be discharged as soon as possible; she really couldn’t stand being in this place anymore.

Chen Wu, Lin Fei and the others quickly stepped aside as they watched the nurses skillfully lift Chen Jing onto the surgery cart and push her towards the door.

"Sis! Just close your eyes, and when you wake up, it’ll be all done," Chen Wu called out loudly.

"Okay!" Chen Jing was a bit nervous at first, but hearing her brother’s comforting words made her feel a bit better.

The rest was just waiting.

Lin Fei decided to stay and wait as well. After all, self-cultivation wasn’t particularly demanding of one’s environment. If it weren’t for the body’s limits of fatigue, Lin Fei would even want to cultivate around the clock. Since his encounter with Yan Shi, the experience of the most powerful technique, Sword Eye, had naturally integrated into his memory of swordsmanship. It was an indescribable epiphany. It was as if the longsword had become an extension of his body, moving at will, wherever the heart desired, the sword could reach! This final technique was not just a simple move, but an enhanced manipulation of the essence of swordsmanship. Lately, because he had been cultivating visualization nonstop every day, as well as practicing swordsmanship frequently, Lin Fei made another breakthrough in the final set of diagrams. After advancing to Class C, going back to refining the First Realm, The First Layer seemed much easier. Lin Fei had also successfully acquired the complete Tracing Shadow Sword Art. This Sword Art used True Force in various ways to boost one’s speed. Similarly, the stronger the True Force, the more effective the Sword Art, resulting in greater speed.

It was the same with the Power Path; the stronger the True Force, the more powerful it became. Thus, aside from practicing the Sword Art, Lin Fei’s main priority was to constantly cultivate his True Force.

By the classification of True Force, he was still at the First Realm, The First Layer, which was the most basic level. And the so-called Tracing Shadow Sword Art was actually a set of techniques meant to assist in increasing speed.

Considering the current rate of progress, the First Layer was the easiest to navigate, but starting from the Second Layer, one had to meet the True Force requirements to visualize the corresponding patterns. And according to the information Lin Fei had learned from Sis, both Psychics and Martial Artists relied on constant insight to improve their Power, meaning there was no systematic method to cultivate Power from the start. The pace of progress greatly depended on personal insight. Additionally, if one was unlucky, one might get stuck immediately upon reaching Class D, with no progress at all. Therefore, Lin Fei thoroughly understood the preciousness of his ability to enhance Power with True Force, which signified that perhaps he was the only person in the world with limitless potential for improvement.

Therefore, everything he did now centered on the progression of True Force, which was the foundation of everything. The only known way to increase True Force was through self-cultivation, guiding the cultivation cycle with the spirit. As for the idea of killing a Class C powerhouse to obtain a Heart Core to enhance himself, that was obviously unrealistic for Lin Fei at the moment. For starters, Class C powerhouses weren’t just readily available like cabbages, and secondly, most Class C powerhouses were very experienced old-timers. Although they didn’t look old, it didn’t mean they were young and easy to deal with. Moreover, according to the description in Qi Cultivation, any progress obtained through external forces came with side effects.