It was a trick of The Fool.
Using [Kill Time] as the basic requirement, he could randomly conjure something.
The objects that Lao Bai conjured this time were grindstones and iron pestles.
As long as the iron pestles were ground into needles, the condition would be met and the healing effect would be triggered.
Depending on the strength of concentration and the duration, the effect and process would also change.
Normally, to grind iron pestles into needles would take a lot of time. However, as long as Lao Bai's concentration was strong enough and he was not distracted for a long time, the time would be shortened.
Basically, every time he used his ability, he would conjure something to kill time. There were only a few exceptions.
Just like drawing a lottery, Lao Bai would occasionally draw a special prize. He would directly conjure a beautiful woman or a bottle of liquid, allowing the healing ability to be activated instantly.
The Archangel's Breath on the Island of Greed was the product that recorded Lao Bai's luck.
Of course, in order to prepare for the moment when his luck was off the charts, King had made Lao Bai use his ability continuously.
After using the ability, regardless of whether there was a target to be healed, the condition of the ability had to be fulfilled.
Just imagine the feeling of grinding a hundred iron pestles into needles. When he thought of this, Lao Bai's scalp would still tingle.
After listening to King's explanation, Law roughly understood.
If there was no way to shorten the time needed to grind iron pestles into needles, then this ability was simply a miracle.
In other words, just like praying sincerely, as long as Lao Bai was serious enough in the process of maintaining the ability, he could shorten the activation time of the ability.
The three of them stood in the corridor and watched Lao Bai grind iron pestles through the glass.
It was a very strange scene.
"Right, Little Jie is waiting for you." Law suddenly said.
"You brought him here?" King asked.
"Yes." Law nodded.
King scratched his head, thinking that he could not avoid it this time.
After half an hour, Qi was the first to arrive in the corridor, followed by Norb and Mo Laowu, as well as the members of the 12 Earthly Branches. Only Paristone did not come.
"King, your son is looking for you."
"Your son is looking for you."
"King, is Little Jie really your son? He's much more polite than you. "
After seeing King, the members of the 12 Earthly Branches were not polite at all and began to greet him.
"…"
Gold was speechless. When it came to Jie, he couldn't refute it.
It was a rare opportunity for the 12 Earthly Branches to seize it, so how could they be polite?
"Single dog."
Jin's casual retort angered Qi Dou.
After that, King slipped away and went to look for Jie.
Before leaving, he asked Law to inform him when the results came out.
Thus, everyone was either standing or sitting as they stared at Senior White who was seriously grinding the iron pestle.
If he told others that he was treating her, they would definitely think that he was crazy.
From day to night, everyone saw with their own eyes that the iron pestle in Lao Bai's hand slowly turned into a long needle.
Whoosh!
After the iron pestle was ground into a needle, the instantiated grindstone disappeared automatically. This meant that the condition had been fulfilled.
Lao Bai looked rather tired. He got up from the ground and walked to the bedside.
Outside, the people who were paying close attention were slightly nervous.
In the ward, Lao Bai carefully raised the needle and slowly inserted it into Nitro's chest.
The long needle stood up, shining faintly.
After a while, the long needle melted like ice, turning into an incomparably clean liquid. Like the morning dew of early spring, it slowly seeped into Nitro's body.
Suddenly, Nitro's withered body emitted a white light, followed by an obvious wave of telekinesis, passing through the glass and through everyone's body.
Including Law, they could not help but be moved.
"What a strong telekinesis."
Personally experiencing the wave and influence brought about by telekinesis, everyone could not help but look at Lao Bai in a new light.
Although it was a non-combat telekinesis, it still gave people a feeling that they could not underestimate it.
"After all, he is the partner that King has chosen …"
Law thought silently, and then focused all his attention on Nitro.
In the white light, Nitro's broken hand quickly grew back, and the withered body's condition was also improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lao Bai observed the changes in Nitro at close range. Before the treatment was over, his expression suddenly became serious, as if he had already seen the result.
About a few minutes later, the light dissipated.
On the hospital bed, Nitro's condition had significantly improved, and the broken hand had also grown back, but the body had only changed from a "mummy" to a "shriveled" one.
Lao Bai sighed softly, then picked up the pipe and fishing rod on the ground, pushed open the door and walked out.
"Did it fail?"
Mo Laowu said to himself.
No one answered his words, and they all looked at Lao Bai who came out of the ward.
Cun Yin quickly walked past the crowd, and also passed Lao Bai's body, and went straight into the ward, observing Nitro's situation through the instrument.
"His vital signs have stabilized, and the broken hand has been perfectly restored."
Cun Yin half squatted on the edge of the bed, staring at Nitro's broken hand in a daze.
It was integrated as if it had never been broken.
Outside, Kita Yoshida strode towards Lao Bai. She was about to ask, but Law was one step ahead of her. He came to Lao Bai and asked, "Can't it be cured?"
"It's cured." Lao Bai raised his hand and pressed down his bamboo hat.
It's cured?
Everyone was puzzled.
Not to mention that Nitro had not woken up yet, his physical condition could not be considered cured, right?
"It doesn't look like it's cured," Law said calmly.
"Yes."
Lao Bai sighed, tilted his head to look at Nitro in the ward, and said in a low voice, "But that's what a President should be like, because his psychokinesis has been exhausted, and my treatment is physical, so this is the best I can do."
Everyone was silent when they heard that.
Nitro was old, but he was an strengthening-type. Years of cultivation and psychokinesis made his body and mind full of vitality.
For example, Nitro's body was a balloon, and his psychokinesis was the air that blew the balloon up.
Nitro, as a balloon, had several holes, and all Lao Bai could do was repair those holes, but he could not fill the balloon with air.
Therefore, Nitro was now a repaired balloon, but because his psychokinesis had been exhausted, there was not enough air.
However, everyone understood the concept of psychokinesis exhaustion.
Without psychokinesis to nourish and support the body, even if Nitro could wake up later, he might not even be able to get out of bed, and his physical condition would get worse and worse. In short, he would be waiting for death.
"I've tried my best, and then it depends on whether the hospital can nurse the President's body back to health."
Lao Bai looked at the silent crowd and left after saying the last sentence.
He was not invited by the Association, and this time he was doing free work. Even if he could not cure Nitro, he had no pressure, let alone cure him.
Everyone could not help but worry, and the whole corridor seemed to be covered with dark clouds.
Kita Yoshida looked at the back of Lao Bai, gritted her teeth slightly, and immediately walked into the ward, wanting to discuss the follow-up treatment with Cun Yin.
The other laymen could only watch, while Law kept up with Old White.
The two went straight out of the hospital and came to the green park.
"I know I have cured Nitro."
When they came to a stone path, Lao Bai suddenly said such a sentence.
It seemed that he was deliberately emphasizing something.
"Thank you."
Luo sincerely expressed his gratitude.
Lao Bai's body suddenly relaxed, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Next is your arm."
Law was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely and seriously, "I think, forget it."
He knew that Lao Bai had just suffered a big blow, and if he treated his arm, it would be another blow.
"Why?" Lao Bai stared, wondering if he was reluctant to give up the cigarette.
Law seemed to see through Lao Bai's mind and said, "You can have the cigarette, but you don't need the treatment."
"That won't do. Although my name is Lao Bai, I never eat for free." Lao Bai said.
Seeing Lao Bai's insistence, Law could only agree. At the same time, his mind drifted to Qi Yan.
The means of The Fool only cured Nitro's physical injury, but could not restore Nitro to the state before the crusade against the chimera ants.
So, could he only put his last hope on Aluja?
The next morning.
"How is it possible!?"
White stared blankly at Nitro's left arm, which had not changed at all. He almost lost all hope in life.
That's why I said … forget it.
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