Chapter 30

Feng Yin stopped manually mixing the medicine, turned to use a large pot to boil the herbs directly, and found a Qingyi Guard to watch the stove: "Don't make the fire too big, and don't make it too small."

This Qingyi Guard was utterly confused: ???

How do I do this?

Just put your hand in to test the temperature, then start precisely controlling the current temperature, and after a while, put your arm in to test it again...

It has to be said, this task was too difficult for this gentleman.

Feng Yin returned to the room and quickly divided the already mixed ointment.

As he held it, a subtle thread of the Ling Power from the Huasheng Scripture quietly entered the large mass of ointment, and then his hands moved swiftly, forming over a hundred small black pills.

They spun around.

The Ling Power in each pill was only about one-twentieth of the one He Bi had eaten: I have been diligently researching that divine medicine, but it hasn't been successfully developed yet. These are just slightly effective, but the medicinal effects are far inferior to the real divine medicine, making them semi-failures.

This explanation, combined with the previous statements, was seamless and coherent.

There was a lot of this stuff, after all, who knows how many times it has been researched over the past two years?

Then he instructed to take out the medicine bowls from the shop, mix a full bowl of steaming hot bitter medicine, and carry it out.

"For all those with severe internal injuries, each person should drink a mouthful of the medicine and take one pill, which may help preserve their vital energy and maintain their life force."

Feng Yin instructed, "Immediately, right now!"

"Okay!"

The nearby Qingyi Guards, as if receiving an imperial edict, hurriedly and carefully carried the medicine bowls and pills over.

The Qingyi Guard feeding the medicine was very experienced. One would lift a companion, while another would pinch the person's nose, skillfully open their mouth, and then pour the medicine down their throat.

Before the person being fed could even scream from the heat or bitterness, a pill was already in their mouth.

Seeing the fingers hook, the chin snapped shut, and immediately the mouth was pinched, and with a gulp, the pill and medicine went down together...

At this moment, the injured person finally managed to shout, "Damn!"

Feeling as if their throat had been scalded off.

At this critical moment, life was at stake, and every second could mean the difference between life and death. There was no time to worry about gentleness or whether it was too hot.

The medicine was taken smoothly, and its effects were quick. The injured person felt a burning sensation in their throat, and immediately broke out in a sweat, with a warm current surging into their meridians.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the injured who had taken the medicine felt a surge of energy, and a warm, comfortable feeling in their chest and abdomen.

Although they were not instantly cured, it was clear that their lives were safe. At the very least, their breath was sustained.

Even those who were unconscious and had lost most of their lives had regained a breath; they moaned weakly, and their consciousness returned.

In Feng Yin's eyes, this was just saving a life, and it had no effect on healing the injuries.

But in the eyes of others, it was divine skill!

Not only did it preserve their vital energy and life force, but it was also immediate and life-saving!

...

Some who had recovered better tried to struggle up, giving their beds to those with more severe external injuries.

"First... first help me up, I'll sit against the wall. This bed, give it to the other brothers."

"I'm fine, don't take up the bed, I won't die leaning against the wall."

"Don't dawdle, hurry up! Can't you see who's more seriously injured? I have enough energy to scold you, so why are you hesitating?"

The first batch of over a dozen injured who had taken the pills were carried, held, or stumbled over to the wall, all silently saluting Feng Yin before moving aside.

Each of these silent military salutes touched Feng Yin's heart.

He became even more serious.

Seeing the injured carefully sit against the wall, trying to minimize the space they occupied, Feng Yin was touched again.

Because only they knew that the injured were not just those in front of them.

There were many more to come.

They needed to recover quickly so they could help when the next batch of injured arrived. If they couldn't help, they would go outside to rest against the wall, not staying in the courtyard.

Every place, including where they were leaning, was a brother's life!

Those with severe internal injuries were treated first, and those with severed limbs and excessive bleeding were also treated first.

Without Feng Yin's instructions, the injured had already prioritized themselves, with some desperately trying to move to the back: "I can wait, sir, please treat his first..."

This humility made Feng Yin, an outsider, feel warm inside.

Although they were humbly giving way and scolding each other, the genuine emotion was clear to everyone.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle! If you die, who will I ask for the fifty taels of silver you owe me!"

"Right, that reminds me, Wang Lao San, why are you shrinking back? I tell you, if you die, I'll definitely default on the silver I owe you!"

Feng Yin felt a warm current in his heart.

These guys were really adorable.

And this style, it was said, was passed down from the great Qingming.

It was said that when Qingming and his brother were both severely injured, he forced the last healing pill into his brother's mouth, dragging himself with his last breath to make his brother repay the twenty taels of silver he owed him...

The reason was: so that he wouldn't die without getting paid.

Later, lying in bed, eating the apple his brother had gratefully peeled for him, he gathered all the executives of the Rainbow Sky and gave a speech.

"This bastard owes me money, and I just risked my life to get it back. Why did I do this? There's a reason... I'm setting an example for you all."

"Brothers are not easy, and earning money is even harder. Every day, we risk our lives for the empire and our beliefs, and also for our wives, children, and parents."

"On the battlefield, risking our lives to save each other is natural. But, brothers are brothers, and money is money. No matter your position or how much credit you have, if you default on a debt or refuse to pay because of brotherhood, you will be dismissed! Such people, even if they are injured a thousand times for their brothers, do not deserve to stay in my Rainbow Sky!"

"Because you and your brother are brothers, but your brother's family is not your brother! You can't let your brother have conflicts with his wife for the sake of brotherhood, and you can't let your brother's children go hungry for the sake of your righteousness! Remember this!"

"In the Rainbow Sky, brothers can entrust their lives to each other, but they must not owe each other a single coin! This is the rule!"

"As long as I, Qingming, am here, this rule will always be in effect!"

This led to the peculiar phenomenon that Feng Yin saw: they would risk their lives for each other, but they would also talk about money, as if they were commoners.

...

Apart from those with severe internal injuries, the rest of the external injuries did not require Feng Yin's intervention. Most were handled by the Qingyi Guards themselves.

After all, most external injuries were broken arms, legs, and ribs. Although there were differences in skill, in military treatment, there were not so many formalities. Most martial artists had some basic medical knowledge, a result of long-term experience.

Except for those who were directly cut off, the rest, with broken bones, could be treated with splints and ointments, and would heal in time.

Thus, the entire courtyard was like a slaughterhouse, with those who couldn't help but scream being mocked by a crowd.

"What are you shouting for? Is it that painful? It's just a mosquito bite."

Seeing their comrades safe, they started making jokes, laughing and scolding without any pressure.

Feng Yin's medicine was so effective that the Qingyi Guards wouldn't let him help with the external injuries.

That would be putting the cart before the horse.

After a tense period of about half an hour, this batch of injured was all treated.

The few Qingyi Guards who had been busy the whole time sat on the ground, drenched in sweat, but their faces showed relief.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!" Both the injured and those who had brought the injured back said in unison.

Their eyes were full of gratitude.

Everyone knew that if it weren't for Feng Yin's miraculous skills and the effectiveness of his medicine, at least a dozen of the dozens of brothers brought today would have died.

And many more would have lost their martial arts potential.

Now, not only did no one die, but their martial arts foundation was not damaged, which was an incredible miracle.

Yes, a miracle, an undeniable miracle anywhere!

"Sir, may I ask if you have more of this secret medicine?" The leading Qingyi Guard walked to Feng Yin and asked respectfully.

"The medicine is still available."

"That... that's great." The Qingyi Guard was visibly pleased: "Can we take more... this..."

"Although this medicine works quickly, it mainly stimulates the body's life potential. It can only be taken once a day. Taking more would be very harmful to the body."

"After all, this is just a failed medicine from my previous alchemy attempts. Although it has some effect, it still contains some toxicity. So, it can't be overused."

Feng Yin said calmly: "The injured brothers here, as long as their life force is not completely lost, can recover with proper care. Instant recovery is a divine skill, and I don't have that ability!"

"Yes, yes, sir, you are absolutely right. I was thinking too much." The Qingyi Guard was not offended at all, but showed even more respect.

If failed medicine can save lives, then what if the real divine medicine is successfully refined...?

"My medicine has another benefit. Those with internal injuries, if they feel better, can try to stand up and move around, practicing their skills to stimulate their life potential, which can save their lives and benefit themselves. I estimate that more injured will come soon. Everyone needs to help." Feng Yin said.

"Yes, sir, you are right."

As he turned to leave, the Qingyi Guard felt as if he were in a dream.

It has always been that internal injuries are harder to heal than external injuries, and internal injury patients receive better care.

But with this Mr. Feng, it seems everything is the opposite.

Those with internal injuries are asked to rest and give up their beds...

Those with external injuries don't need to move.

This is too contrary to common sense and knowledge.

And according to Mr. Feng, he plans to have the current batch of severely injured help with the next batch of injured?

Wow, that's really daring...