The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife
chapter-1851

However, it was clear that this spiritual power was effective only on the [patients] provided by the Mortality Hall and couldn’t be used elsewhere.

Xi Yue endured the pain coursing through her body as she slowly made her way to the patient conjured by the Spirit Refining Domain.

Sure enough, the patient was also poisoned by the same poison as herself.

Without thinking, Xi Yue waved, and a roll of silver needles appeared in her hand.

As the silver needles pierced the patient’s body, the searing pain that had almost devoured the heart and meridians eased slightly.

Xi Yue let out a sigh of relief. As long as she could heal the patient on the bed, she too would recover.

However, she relaxed too soon. The silver needles embedded in the patient suddenly trembled, and then, as if they had encountered a powerful corrosive substance, they gradually turned black and eventually crumbled into ash.

The next moment, severe pain came from all her limbs and bones. Despite Xi Yue’s composure, she couldn’t help but groan in agony.

She collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as cold sweat dripped steadily from her forehead.

But her expression gradually shifted from shock to a calm composure.

She understood now—this was the true challenge of the rank 6 assessment.

Not only were there difficult and rare ailments to treat, but the doctor was also made to contract the same illness.

Amidst the intense pain and fear, the real test was whether the doctor could withstand the pressure and successfully heal the patient.

If she failed, it wouldn’t just be the patient who perished—the doctor would also face a fate beyond redemption.

That was the true meaning of the rank 6 assessment. The poison in her body would bring her unbearable pain, but it wouldn’t kill her—at least not right away.

Xi Yue took several deep breaths, gripping the edge of the bed as she slowly got herself back to her feet.

She first took out a knife and a porcelain bowl, carefully drawing some of the patient’s blood into it.

Then, she walked over to the pile of spiritual herbs, carefully selecting those she believed were relevant.

But the herbs couldn’t be used directly. Xi Yue set up a pot, lit a fire, and slowly simmered the herbs she had selected.

At the same time, she dragged the pill cauldron over, summoning all her strength to focus on guiding the golden spiritual fire into it.

Despite the excruciating pain, Xi Yue was multitasking—boiling medicine while refining pills.

Sweat streamed down from her forehead, and signs of festering had already appeared on her hands and feet. Even her once delicate, fair face was now marked with red blotches.

But Xi Yue seemed oblivious to it all. Aside from the occasional frown or cough from the pain, her focus remained unwavering.

After finishing the tenth concoction and adding her blood to the mixture, Xi Yue finally saw the unusual reaction she had been hoping for in the medicinal brew.

When the blood touched the concoction, it didn’t dissolve as expected. Instead, the mixture began to boil vigorously, lifting the drop of blood into the air.

Overjoyed, Xi Yue quickly discarded the initial concoction and prepared a fresh batch. She then tossed all the silver needles into the new mixture to soak them.

At the same moment, the pills in the cauldron were also finished. The lid shot open, revealing more than 30 pills inside.

Xi Yue sported a faint smile. Although the efficiency was far below her usual standards, it was sufficient for now.

With great effort, she pushed herself up. Carrying the soaked silver needles and the pills, she slowly made her way back to the patient.

By this time, her feet were covered with abscesses, and every step she took was painful.

However, it was just bone-piercing pain, and she was still too early to die from the poison!