Chapter 295 Tai Chi Returns to Promise

   After careful consideration, Wang An went to the hospital again.

  Now that you have an idea, you have to give it a try.

   An Ming and his wife were taken aback when they saw Wang An's arrival, and then a happy expression appeared on their faces.

   "Xiao An."

  Wang An didn't even say polite words to them, and went directly into the isolation ward.

  Looking at the child lying on the hospital bed, his breath was weaker than when Wang An came last time, and it seemed that he might leave this world at any time.

  Wang An sat in front of the hospital bed, with his hands hanging on the child's chest. A ray of true energy leaked out from the left hand, and then it seemed like water seeped into the child's body.

  Suddenly, the stale qi in his body reacted, and quickly emerged three-dimensionally, flowing upstream along Wang An's true qi.

"coming!"

  Wang An immediately changed the attribute of his own zhenqi into a yin and cold attribute, but when this yin and cold met the turbid qi, it was like wind and snow meeting hot water, and it would soon melt. At this moment, Wang An’s right hand also released a zhenqi, which was extremely hot.

  After the two qi collided, they began to spin, as if two big fish were chasing each other's tails. One cold and one hot, one yin and one yang, trapped that turbid air in it.

  The turbid air was constantly eroding the two streams of true energy distributed by Wang An, and they continued to grow.

  Wang An continued to output his true energy, and Yin Yang and Tai Chi were constantly rotating.

   That cloud of turbid air was constantly devouring Wang An's true energy, and it used true energy as food to continuously strengthen itself.

  The Tai Chi evolved by Wang An did not have the expected effect, and did not suppress this turbid air, but instead made it grow a lot.

   Just when he was about to stop, he suddenly thought of a word "Wuji".

   It has no form, no form, no sound, no color, no beginning and no end, no name to name, so it is called Wuji.

  Recognize the usefulness of the useless, and connect the power of the incompetent; understand the way of the incompetent, and transform the extreme of the infinite.

  Wuji transforms Tai Chi, and Tai Chi returns to Wu Ji.

  How to attribute "nothing"?

  Thinking of this, Wang An immediately dissipated his true qi attributes, neither cold nor hot, neither yin nor yang.

  He no longer tried to resist the turbid qi, but turned his true qi into the state of "nothing" by thinking about it. Without any attribute, it is compatible with any attribute.

   Nothing is chaos, and everything returns to the beginning.

  In an instant, Wang An seemed to have a slight understanding.

  A moment later, the true qi in his body seemed to undergo a slight change, and the speed at which the turbid qi devoured his true qi was obviously slowing down.

  Nothing, chaos, what is chaos?

  Wang An was thinking, his true qi was colliding and rolling, and the turbid qi that was originally ferocious suddenly became much more docile at this moment. It seemed to lose its target all at once.

   After a while, Wang An withdrew his true energy, and then the turbid energy returned to Xiao Rui's body.

  He sat there with his head bowed in thought.

   "What is he doing?" An Ming's wife who was guarding outside couldn't help asking. Just now she just saw Wang An's hands hanging on her son's body, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

   "That can cure diseases, why does it feel like casting a spell?"

   An Ming didn't speak, just shook his head, he didn't know what Wang An was doing.

  Wang An sat by the bed and meditated for a long time.

   "This is my previous hunch. There are opportunities in this crisis."

  He got up and left the isolation ward of the hospital. He didn't speak to An Ming and his wife, and didn't even look at them.

  After Wang An left, relevant medical personnel immediately entered the isolation ward to check the child's body. An Ming and his wife waited anxiously outside. After about half an hour, the doctor came out from inside.

   "How's it going, doctor?"

   "Hey, the situation is getting worse!" The doctor sighed.

   "What?!" An Ming and his wife were stunned after hearing this.

   "What is Wang An doing?!" An Ming's wife was very angry. Instead of curing his son's illness, it made his condition worse.

   "Is he going to kill Xiao Rui?"

   "Shut up, do you have any other options?" An Ming's anger suddenly rushed up.

   "How dare you yell at me, Su, don't forget how you got here today!"

   "It's this sentence again, don't you find it annoying after saying it so many times? Also, my surname is An, and my name is An Ming!"

  The two actually quarreled.

  The news that Wang An went to the hospital and then left the hospital soon reached the ears of relevant personnel.

   "Going and leaving, the child's illness was cured?"

   "No, the situation is getting worse."

   "Oh, so he didn't cure the kid?"

   "Not as it stands."

   "There are things he can't do!"

   "A **** cannot be omnipotent, let alone he is not a god."

  On a mountain outside the capital, Wang An sat on a mountain peak, closing his eyes and meditating. A large number of ancient texts emerged in his mind.

   Those who are too easy, the yin and yang have not changed, the desert is too empty, there is no light and image, formless and nameless. It's too easy to be lonely.

  Too easy, the beginning of the gods without seeing the qi.

  Those who are very beginners are the first to see qi.

   Taishi, the beginning of form.

  He was thinking, the zhenqi in his body was running and changing. The process is slow.

  One day, two days, three days.

  In the capital, the people from the Special Affairs Bureau are still a little uneasy.

  Wang An is missing, has he left the capital, or is he investigating something alone? Why didn't you hear where the dead people were reported in the newspaper below?

   They really couldn't believe Wang Anping's peaceful investigation.

  Nine days later, on a certain mountain outside the capital, a pile of snow suddenly moved, and then scattered all of a sudden, revealing a person under the snowflakes, it was Wang An who had been practicing on the mountain these days.

   There was a flash of light in his eyes.

  Wang An said two words softly, "Wuji". The next moment he disappeared on the mountain peak.

  In the hospital in the capital, An Ming looked ashamed.

  His child is no longer able to do so. The doctor said that it may be a matter of a day or two.

  When An Ming thought that he was about to lose a son, An Ming felt pain and sadness in his heart. Just when he was crying helplessly, Wang An suddenly appeared, and then entered the isolation ward again.

   "Why is he here again, and he went in again. An Ming, why don't you stop him, and don't give Xiao Rui to him?" An Ming's wife tugged at her husband.

   "Let him try it. Is there any other way now?" An Ming stared closely at Wang An in the isolation ward as he spoke. He hoped that Wang An could create a miracle this time, just like he cured himself last time.

   I saw him hang his palm on his son's chest again.

  The zhenqi came out through the body, and the weird turbid qi in Xiao Rui's body flew out of the child's body like a shark smelling of blood, and Wang An's zhenqi changed instantly.

   This time, the foul air seemed to have punched the air violently.

  It wanted to devour it, but it didn't swallow anything. Not only did it not swallow it, it itself began to be decomposed.

  All "being" comes from "nothing", and will eventually return to "nothing".

  That gave Wang An a sense of palpitation, and made him feel that the dangerous turbid qi was slowly decomposed and consumed by Wang An's true qi, turning it into a part of his own true qi.

  The hunter who was going to hunt becomes the prey, the nutrient.

  Wang An’s lost true energy came back again, and gained more true energy, and Wang An also felt a trace of chaotic power from this turbid energy. This energy seems to be able to swallow and decompose everything. Wang An is not so much breaking it down, but “assimilating” it with his own strength.

  The so-called same-sex fusion.

  After decomposing and absorbing this wisp of turbid air, Wang An keenly felt a new change in his true energy.

  After feeling it for a while, Wang An looked at the terminally ill child. The aura emanating from his body was so weak that it seemed like a flame that was about to go out, and a slight movement might send him away.

  Wang An put the true energy into his body, first to clean up the viruses, and then the attributes of the true energy changed, turning into pure vitality. This was the ability he obtained after absorbing the mysterious fruit when he dealt with the Lu Xiangyi secret base incident.

   What is most lacking for terminally ill people is vitality.

  Wang An's true energy diffused along the child's meridians into his body.

  Boom boom, boom boom, as time went by, Xiao Rui's originally weak heartbeat became stronger, and her breathing became much deeper.

  Wang An's infuriating spirit added to him for a long time, the cracked earth met the rain.

  After a period of treatment, Wang An got up and left the isolation ward.

   "Xiao An, Xiao Ruita."

   "I can't leave for a while." Wang Anru said.

   After speaking, he left the hospital. The child's body is still very fragile, and he needs rest after a period of treatment.

  After Wang An left, An Ming's wife immediately called a doctor and asked him to check her son's physical condition. She was afraid that Wang An's treatment would be the same as last time. Instead of effectively treating her son, An Ming's wife would make his condition worse.

  Her son can't stand any trouble now.

   "Huh?!" After some examinations, the doctor let out an exclamation.

   "How about the doctor?" When the doctor came out, the husband and wife rushed forward and asked.

   "It's amazing that your son's condition has improved a lot." The doctor told the truth.

   "It's getting better, you said Xiao Rui is getting better, is he okay?" An Ming's wife asked hurriedly after hearing this.

   "Just getting better, it's not a cure. It doesn't mean that his life is not in danger. In fact, his current situation is still very dangerous. Of course, it is much better than before." The doctor said.

"thank you."

   "You should thank that Mr. Wang An." The doctor said, also very curious about Wang An's identity.

  Who is he who can make the hospital make such an exception, according to the order of the hospital, to satisfy that Wang An's request as much as possible.

  In his opinion, the child's condition is almost equivalent to a dead person, but he didn't expect to be rescued by that Wang An. This kind of medical skill is really surprising. Is there such a powerful doctor in Jingcheng Zhizhong? I have never seen him take medicine. How did he treat it?

   Soon he arranged for someone to draw blood for the child to conduct a test. According to the test results, the virus density in the child's body has dropped to a large extent.

   "Tsk tsk, that's amazing."

  Wang An appeared in the hospital again, and the news that the child's condition had improved was soon passed on to the Special Affairs Bureau.

   "So he can treat the child?"

   “That’s exactly what the hospital reports back.”

   "This means that the virus that is specially researched to restrain zhenqi will not work on him. It doesn't work, how can there be anything that can restrain him?!"

   On this day, the capital ushered in a heavy snowfall.

   There are less than 20 days until the Chinese New Year. The auspicious snow heralds a good year, which is a good sign. But some people don't think so.

  In a teahouse, there is a private room, a table, a few chairs, two people sitting by the window, a pot of tea, steaming from the teacup.

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "What do you mean? Literally, you think your work is flawless, you are so courageous, you dare to plot against Mr. Lu Xiangyi." Lu Xiangyi took a sip of tea.

   "Who is planning, sir, are you referring to Wang An?" The middle-aged man sitting opposite Lu Xiangyi was shocked when he mentioned this name.

   "Lu Xiangyi, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. I have no grievances with Wang An. Why do you want to plot against him? Who dares to provoke him in the capital now? Isn't this courting death?"

   "Yeah, I'm also curious, why did you do this?" Lu Xiangyi said with a smile.

   "I see, Lu Xiangyi, you think I'm next to you, and you want to get rid of me through Wang An, don't you?"

   "Hey, do you still need to ask Mr. to help you? You think too highly of yourself."

  Lu Xiangyi took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and looked up at the middle-aged man sitting in front of him.

   "You are in charge of the No. 3 secret research base, right?"

   "It's a secret."

   "An important research topic at Base 3 is how to restrain practitioners who have cultivated true qi. Because of an accident, you discovered a very rare virus that can swallow true qi and reproduce with the help of true qi.

   This made you feel like a treasure, so you conducted continuous experiments against this virus. In the end, based on this virus, after induced mutation, different versions of the virus were developed. These viruses have a common characteristic that is to restrain the true energy.

am I right? "

   "I didn't expect that you could find out so much about such a secret. It seems that what the headquarters did before didn't have much effect!"

  (end of this chapter)