Wang Xuance and the others did not keep Fang Er waiting for too long. Merely three hours later, they returned with a squad of naked, unadorned prophets.
Yes, a whole squad!
Eleven of them in total!
However, upon seeing Xue Rengui's injuries, these so-called prophets unanimously shook their heads like rattles.
"We cannot heal this wound."
Fang Er: ???
Hadn't Lu Benwei said before that their magic had excellent effects on external injuries?
How could they not be able to heal it?
He grabbed the collar of one of the female naked, unadorned prophets and asked, "What kind of wounds can you all heal?"
The transparent clothing felt thin and silky in his hand, much like satin.
The prophetess's ample bosoms were practically brushing against his forearm, yet she showed no signs of shyness. Instead, she lifted her head and met Fang Er's gaze.
"We can only heal superficial flesh wounds. For injuries that have already reached the bone, like this one, all we can do is amputate the broken limb and then promote the healing of the wound."
Fang Er did not fully understand her words.
After thinking for a moment, he released her collar, took out a dagger, and made a cut on his own palm.
"Here, heal it for me to see!"
The female prophet was startled by his action and quickly complied with Fang Er's command.
She held Fang Er's wounded hand with her left hand, and gently stroked the wound with her right, but without actually touching it.
There was no cleaning of the wound, no suturing, and she didn't even reach for any herbs.
She merely moved her fingers back and forth over the wound.
Suddenly, Fang Er felt the tissue around the wound begin to tingle, and this itching sensation grew stronger and stronger.
He could remain expressionless even when cutting himself, but this itch made him furrow his brow into a tight line.
The itch reached deep within...
Yet, his gaze remained fixed on the wound on his palm.
It was imperceptible to the naked eye, but in his spiritual consciousness, he could clearly see the changes in the wound.
A shocking sight unfolded: the cells near the wound were rapidly dividing!
One begets two, two begets four, four begets sixteen...
In less than thirty seconds, the five-to-six-centimeter-long wound had healed!
Leaving behind only a shallow scar!
Zhu Zi, Ma Chao, Wang Xuance, and the others had been watching from the side. The wound had healed just like that!
Their eyes widened in disbelief at what they were witnessing.
"Holy hell!"
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"My heavens, this is definitely magic, the magic of immortals!"
"..."
The miraculous scene shocked everyone.
Only Xi Tong frowned slightly, as if she had discovered something.
"Come on, heal me too."
With that, she took out the dagger, preparing to make a cut on her own arm.
Fang Er's earlier action had caught everyone off guard, leaving no room for intervention.
Seeing her about to self-harm, Wang Xuance quickly volunteered, "Madam, your subordinate is willing to do it for you!"
Zhu Zi also eagerly requested, "Madam, I can do it too!"
However, Xi Tong waved them away and said meaningfully.
"No need. Such things must be experienced personally."
Fang Er was also bewildered. The methods of these so-called "prophets" were peculiar, and he couldn't quite grasp what was happening. So, he stood by and watched quietly.
In terms of using his spiritual sense, he was still some distance from Xi Tong, and perhaps she could truly uncover the mystery behind it.
The dagger sliced across, and crimson blood flowed from the wound, dripping onto the floor. Xi Tong's expression remained unchanged; she merely looked at the female prophet with a hint of anticipation.
The same scene, the same process, unfolded once again.
But this time, a look of joy gradually appeared on Xi Tong's face.
Before the wound had completely healed, she had already discovered the reason.
"It's the frequency!"
"Although their brainwaves are weak, they can resonate with human cells, thereby stimulating the cells' potential and causing them to divide rapidly!"
"This is why the wound can heal so quickly!"
Her body had been cultivated from stem cells, and she had observed this cell division process countless nights and days in the dark room within Fang Er's mind. She was intimately familiar with it.
Moreover, this time it was happening to herself, making the sensation even more intense.
This truth made Fang Er find it hard to believe.
But immediately, new doubts arose.
"Since you can make cells divide rapidly, why can't you regenerate severed limbs?"
They were conversing in Chinese, and the prophets, unable to understand, could only stand by the side.
Xi Tong had her own speculation.
"She just said they can only heal flesh wounds, meaning this method is ineffective on bone."
"Furthermore, with the strength of her brainwaves, she can only achieve the healing of such small wounds."
"Regenerating two arms would exhaust them to death, they wouldn't be able to do it."
Fang Er was somewhat disappointed, having initially hoped that the prophets could heal Xue Rengui.
But at that moment, Xi Tong suddenly spoke again.
"But it's not that there's no other way."
"From what it looks like now, her method is not without its uses. They can first let the muscle tissue around the wound heal, and then, after finding suitable arms, cut open the wound for re-transplantation."
Fang Er instantly understood. Whether it was installing mechanical arms for Xue Rengui or attaching real arms, it would require preparation time.
However, this female prophet's method could facilitate the preliminary healing of the wound, at least eliminating the risks of continuous blood loss and infection.
Otherwise, such a severe injury had the potential to worsen by the minute.
Furthermore, after the wound healed, it would be immensely beneficial for his body's recuperation and recovery.
"Then, as you said, have her heal the wound first."
After saying this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something.
He instantly turned to look at Wang Xuance.
"Transmit the order: Return to Tang. I have an idea for Xue Rengui's injuries!"
"You mean..."
Xi Tong's thoughts were connected with his. As soon as he had an idea, Xi Tong sensed it.
Fang Er said with certainty, "Let's try it. I feel it should work."
With that, he turned and walked out of the medical bay.
Ten minutes later, the fleet ascended and headed towards the wormhole they had come from.
Concurrently, in the command cabin, Fang Er issued a series of orders according to his plan.