I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Chapter 831 - 830: Interrupted

Seeing that Yellow Talisman and pen, the inexplicable terror in Luo Yirui’s heart diminished somewhat. It was like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness. Even if he didn’t know how to make talismans, it filled him with great hope.Luo Yirui thought that he had to try no matter what; without trying, he was definitely doomed to die, but trying might still give him a sliver of hope.

Looking around, Luo Yirui, even if he didn’t understand what these doctors in white coats had done to those children, knew their fate, especially after hearing that they were going to be tied to the cross. He feared something terrible was about to happen.

Luo Yirui glanced at the basin of blood on the ground, and the child who chatted with him that day, a year older than him and claiming to want to escape, involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Luo Yirui closed his eyes, not daring to think any further.

"You three, continue drawing blood; the rest of you, come with me. The intruder is quite capable; let’s hold them off as long as we can and transfer all the remaining samples!" One of the men in a white coat said this and led a few people out, leaving only three men in white coats in the room.

The two men who had caught them intended to follow orders and tie Luo Yirui and Jing Changle to the cross. Luo Yirui was both shocked and fearful, but he knew that once they were tied up, their little arms and legs couldn’t possibly break free.

He looked over at Jing Changle, only to find Changle looking back at him with a look of not only intense terror but also a hint of spark. For some reason, at that moment, he felt that Jing Changle shared the same thoughts as him.

Luo Yirui turned his head to glance at that Yellow Talisman and pen, noticing they weren’t far from the cross. To the average person, such things couldn’t be used as weapons, so they were placed aside without much concern.

Turning his head back, he said with a tremor in his voice, "Help me..."

Jing Changle looked into Luo Yirui’s eyes, and although he didn’t know how he could help him, he knew at least he had to break free from these two men’s grip.

He looked at the man gripping Luo Yirui’s hands behind his back, seeing him walking over while he reached for the rope on the cross. In this gap, he extended a foot...

The man binding Luo Yirui probably didn’t expect the little kid would actually resist rather than collapse, and unexpectedly, got tripped and staggered onto the floor along with Luo Yirui. But he loosened his grip on Luo Yirui.

Luo Yirui seized this opportunity, kicking the man’s face, rolling up, and dashing towards the Yellow Talisman and pen.

The three men in white coats weren’t paying attention to what was going on and were fully focused on preparing something over there, their backs turned to them. Occasionally, one could glimpse the sharp utensils.

So when Luo Yirui rushed to the table with the Yellow Talisman and pen, they just turned their heads in surprise, evidently not expecting the sample to have the courage to resist.

Luo Yirui didn’t have time to worry. For him, every second counted, and he hoped they would remain stunned longer so he had more time.

Picking up the Yellow Talisman and pen, in the past, he would have needed to carefully recall his mother’s instructions and practice, but at this moment, it was as though it was engraved in his mind, a familiar feeling naturally surged up in his heart.

Luo Yirui was extremely nervous, with no time to think about what failure would mean. He was only worried about the man behind coming after him and the white coats not far away realizing and coming at him with knives.

So when he held the Yellow Talisman and pen, his spiritual power suddenly concentrated on the talisman. This was the normal process of talisman-making, but...

But because Luo Yirui was excessively nervous, and also because he had never successfully made a talisman, and his spirit wasn’t fully replenished, the sudden concentration of his spirit made it hard to control.

Luo Yirui’s spirit was still quite substantial, thanks to his parents’ excellent genes and continuous nurturing.

Therefore, when all his spirit concentrated at once, a single Yellow Talisman couldn’t bear it, and in Luo Yirui’s palm, three Yellow Talismans flew up, simultaneously floating above his palm. However, unlike a normal talisman formation, they wavered and were clearly unstable.

Sweat poured from Luo Yirui’s forehead, his spirit like a sword hanging over him. If he dissipated it now, unable to reclaim his spirit, he might become a fool. So what he needed to do was quickly draw the talisman on the three Yellow Talismans!

Luo Yirui felt a bit of a breakdown; originally drawing one talisman seemed extremely difficult, the chances of failure far greater than success, but now he had to draw three simultaneously...

The thought flashed through his mind, with no time to reflect much, as his right hand holding the pen already lifted, swiftly beginning to draw the talisman on the Yellow Talisman.

Perhaps thanks to the uninterrupted practice over the past few days, his action of drawing the talisman was remarkably smooth, and his speed was quite fast. By the time the man behind rose to his feet, he had already finished drawing the second one.

The three men in white coats couldn’t hide the shock in their eyes no matter what; they never imagined there was a Mystic Doctor among these children!

Wait a minute, this child was only about four or five years old, a four or five-year-old Mystic Doctor?

This sounded unbelievable, yet everything unfolding before their eyes wasn’t fake. This child, not even five years old, was indeed making a talisman!

Stunned beyond belief, the three Mystic Doctors failed to react, just watching with their mouths agape.

The man who stood up, grinding his knees with a grimace, now looked at Luo Yirui with a ferocious gaze, also momentarily intimidated by the scene. Yet, over time, he’s not a Mystic Doctor, and despite the surprise, he didn’t stay dazed.

Thus, regaining his composure, the man attempted to grab Luo Yirui by the collar, intent on pinning him down for a beating. Anyway, he would soon die. Draining him dry was just peeling another layer.

Luo Yirui devoted all his concentration to making talismans, unable to pay heed even when noticing the situation behind him. Jing Changle, coming out of his shock, hurriedly shouted: "Watch out behind you!"

For a grown-up, catching Luo Yirui took just a couple of steps, and Luo Yirui hadn’t completed the third talisman when he felt a powerful pull from his back collar, tightening around his neck.

The talisman making was forcibly interrupted, and the massive spirit abruptly drawn back, Luo Yirui felt his head filled with a torrent, a sudden daze and heaviness, his eyes rolling back.

Without the support of spirit, the last Yellow Talisman turned into scrap paper, but the first two bore a tremendous pressure, trembling as though being forcefully pulled, then with a ’bang,’ exploded into dust.

The powder instantly spread out.