Chapter 63 - Detoxification

"March, the antidote."

"Oh, oh! Here!"

March 7th hurriedly synthesized an antidote from the Synthesizer and handed it to Wende.

One wasn't enough. He needed several more!

Wende's expression was grim as he stared at the unconscious Stelle lying on the bed.

He had just discovered a substance even more lethal than Himeko's coffee: expired Himeko's coffee…

This girl's baby-like sleep was simply too deep! She couldn't even be woken up by lightning needles stimulating her acupoints? Those were the most intense points, used for emergency resuscitation!

With a complicated look on his face, he fed an antidote to Stelle, gazing at her peaceful sleeping face. If he ignored the fact that her complexion was shifting through a rainbow of colors like an LED lamp, he might have thought he was looking at a sleeping beauty.

Looking at the stable emotional state of the deceased… er, of Stelle, Wende swore to the heavens that he would absolutely break her bad habit of casually touching every glowing thing she saw!

"Wende! Here!"

March 7th walked into the room carrying a pile of antidotes. Seeing Stelle, who resembled a large LED lamp, she couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"Whoa! An LED lamp!"

"Stare…"

"Ahaha, you keep busy, I'll be going now. Text me if you need anything!"

Meeting Wende's silent gaze, March 7th subconsciously scratched the back of her head, then chuckled awkwardly and left Wende's bedroom.

"Sigh…"

Silently twisting open all the antidote vials, Wende decided he would leave it all to fate!

He poured all the antidotes into Stelle's mouth. At the same time, he inserted lightning needles into the Renzhong, Shixuan (at the tips of all ten fingers), and Hegu acupoints, before finally placing one more needle into the Baihui point on her head!

"Hah…"

Wende's gaze sharpened. A dozen lightning needles pulsed with power in an instant, and the energy of [The Abundance] surged through Stelle's meridians, flowing throughout her entire body! It repaired, bit by bit, the damage done by Himeko's corrosive coffee!

"Pfft!"

Under the intense stimulation, Stelle's eyes shot open. She then spat out a clump of multi-colored, pitch-black substance.

Seeing this, Wende immediately caught the substance in a container he had prepared beforehand. Hearing the sizzling, corrosive sound coming from within, he knew this was bad.

Then, just as Stelle was waking up with a dazed and uncomfortable expression, Wende sprinted to Welt's bedroom with the container.

Knock, knock, knock

"Uncle Yang! Open up! It's an emergency!"

Wende ran to Welt's door, shouting for him.

"What happened?"

Welt looked at the anxious Wende in confusion. Since Wende had boarded the Express, this was the first time he had ever seen him so flustered.

"Quick! Uncle Yang! This contains Miss Himeko's coffee! The expired kind!"

Wende hastily tossed the hot potato in his hands to Welt.

"!"

Welt's previously calm expression changed dramatically. A simulated black hole instantly appeared, and he threw the container holding "All the World's Evils" out of the train.

"Young man… it's best not to play with such dangerous things next time…"

Welt calmly pushed up his glasses, subtly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he advised Wende.

"Yes… I won't…"

Wende looked out the window at the coffee container, now just a piece of space junk, and nodded in terrified agreement.

"I'm going to go check on Stelle's condition. Bye, Uncle Yang."

Thinking of Stelle, who was still lying on his bed, Wende said his goodbyes to Welt and turned to walk back to his bedroom.

Welt watched Wende's retreating figure, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

Why didn't the Stellaron react this time after Stelle drank the coffee?

(Stellaron: Thanks, I'm used to it. This kid shoves everything into her mouth!)

"Wende… I feel so sick…"

Stelle looked at the entering Wende with a pained expression, her large golden eyes glistening with tears. Her pitiable appearance was truly heart-wrenching.

She felt as if a fire was burning in her stomach, and her body ached as if it had been run over by a dump truck and then trampled by a troupe of square-dancing aunties!

"Sigh… you've suffered."

Wende gently stroked Stelle's head, his voice full of self-reproach.

"Wuwuwu…"

Stelle hugged Wende with a "grieved" expression, nuzzling her head against his chest as a slight smile uncontrollably crept onto her lips.

Wende, however, was completely oblivious to this. He was currently focused on figuring out a remedy to get Stelle back to normal.

Rummaging through the memories in his mind, Wende's eyes lit up.

"Wende, do you know which is better between the Xianzhou medical arts of Tuina and Anmo?"

His Master stroked his white beard, asking Wende.

"Uhm… I don't know."

Little Wende shook his head blankly. He had never been to the Xianzhou, so how would he know?

"Haha, it's actually very simple. Neither is better or worse; their techniques are just different. Tuina consists of the pushing method and the grasping method, while Anmo naturally consists of the pressing method and the rubbing method."

His Master laughed as he explained it to Wende.

After that, he passed down this Xianzhou medical art to Wende.

In addition to Tuina and Anmo, his Master taught him six other types of massage techniques.

"Alright, this should be enough, right?"

Wende recalled the ten massage techniques. Just as he was about to stop reminiscing, the next scene that appeared in his memory caught him completely off guard.

"I heard your Master taught you the art of Tuina today. Little one, how about you let me help you practice?"

Her skin was as white as snow beneath the moonlight. The "Bad Person" lay candidly on the bed in Wende's room, beckoning to him with a hooked finger.

"You… What are you doing in my bedroom!"

Little Wende covered his eyes, not daring to look at the scene that was as white as snow in the moonlight.

"Oh? As a physician, you don't even dare to face a sight like this? Little one, it seems your heart for medicine is still not stable~"

The "Bad Person" teased him.

"Who… who says! Why wouldn't I dare!"

Little Wende still had his back turned, his cheeks flushed red. Amidst the "Bad Person's" strange smile, he reached his hand into the snow.

"..."

Wende's body froze on the spot. What was that? What just happened? What the hell was that memory???

"Wende? What's wrong?"

Stelle suddenly felt Wende's muscles tense up and his whole body begin to tremble. She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes full of confusion.

"It's… it's nothing… Let's start your treatment…"

Wende's face darkened as he tried his best not to think about the memory of being used for practice as a child. He focused all his attention on the Stelle before him, then revealed a "kindly" smile.

"Treat… treatment?"

Stelle scratched her cheek, feeling a bit guilty, and couldn't help but shrink back a little…

"That's right, treatment."

Wende nodded seriously, then stood up and cracked his knuckles.

Crack, pop, crack…

A series of sounds, like popping beans, emanated from Wende's body…