Chapter 31

There were still many injured, and more were arriving one after another.

The Blue Robe Guard could take a brief rest, but Feng Yin kept working, brewing medicine and experimentally adjusting the power of the Hualing Scripture.

He tried to evenly spread his spiritual energy into the medicinal broth, but there was no effect at all. Feng Yin felt a bit frustrated but also realized something: it seemed that this thing had to be formed into pills to retain its power for a while?

As for why forming it into pills could store the power?

Feng Yin couldn't figure it out, but there was no need to understand it right away. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it. He could just form it into pills later.

Just as he was thinking...

Dust rose in the distance, and a large group of people rushed over.

A figure in blue robes floated through the air, arriving instantly. It was none other than He Biqu.

Behind him, Wu Tiejun rushed madly, sweating profusely.

"Mr. Feng, this time, we really need your help," He Biqu said with a warm smile. Despite just having been through a major battle, he showed no signs of killing intent, looking clean and composed.

"Old He, have you used true qi?" Feng Yin frowned, his sensitivity to qi having increased with his continuous practice of the Hualing Scripture.

"My injuries are nothing serious," He Biqu replied.

In the time it took to say two sentences, Wu Tiejun, drenched in sweat, had already rushed over, anxiously asking, "Brother Feng, how are the injured brothers from before..."

His voice trembled as he spoke the last few words.

Clearly, Wu Tiejun understood that those who had been ambushed were severely injured, and probably about ten of them had little hope of survival.

Even though he was battle-hardened and understood that the sacrifices of those men were not in vain, and even though he knew the harsh truth that one general's success comes at the cost of countless lives, when faced with the situation, he still didn't want to hear bad news, no matter how slim the hope.

He still hoped for a miracle: that Mr. Feng, with his divine skills, could heal them all!

Although he knew in his heart that this was impossible—wait, what?

"They're all alive, out of danger. You're withdrawing the army, right? How many more injured are there? I need to have an idea," Feng Yin asked solemnly.

"All alive? All... all alive!!!"

Wu Tiejun let out a shocked cry, his face full of surprise, almost doubting his own ears.

Stammering, he asked, "Really, they're... still alive?"

His voice was very small, his face tense and almost stiff.

"Alive! Not a single one died!"

Feng Yin nodded affirmatively.

"Wow!"

Wu Tiejun was overjoyed, his mouth wide open, laughing heartily. He ignored Feng Yin's subsequent questions and patted the injured Fei Xin Yu, who was trembling in pain, almost fainting. "They're all alive, they're all fine, did you hear that? Did you hear that!"

Fei Xin Yu's whole body shook, the pain almost making him pass out. He cursed, "Can you stop hitting my wounds, you moron? Everyone else is alive, but you're going to kill me with your hits... What a disaster, those damn Black Feathers all targeted me. I didn't do anything to their ancestors or dig up their graves... What did I do? They're all crazy!"

He Biqu rolled his eyes to the sky.

Why did the enemies all target you? Don't you have a clue in your heart?

Wu Tiejun was overjoyed, almost jumping up, but just as he was at his most excited, a thought flashed through his mind.

He straightened his body, his spiritual energy surging, and with a puff, he shook off all the dust. He quickly adjusted his hat, smoothed his sash, straightened his collar, and buttoned his clothes neatly, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Finally, he stood with his feet together, his shoes clean and tidy.

The joy on his face disappeared, replaced by a stern and serious expression.

He instantly became dignified and neat, imposing and stern, his face ironclad and impartial.

What a fine squad leader of the Rainbow Blue Robes!

With his hands behind his back, he walked in with an air of authority, his steps measured and dignified, clearly going to visit the injured brothers...

Inside, Wu Tiejun's stern and dignified voice could be heard: "Brothers, everything's fine, right? Yes, yes, rest well, the Great Qin needs you, the country needs you..."

"This... is really sick."

He Biqu's facial muscles twitched, looking at Wu Tiejun's back, speechless.

Clearly, his evaluation of this subordinate had fluctuated again!

Fei Xin Yu, looking at Wu Tiejun's back, muttered curses, "This pretentious habit, I wonder which of his ancestors passed it down... Pigs like to scratch their butts, and he's addicted to being pretentious..."

...

"Old He, you're a wise man, you know what's important. Tell me the truth, how many more injured do you estimate?"

"At least a hundred more," He Biqu sighed. "That's not counting the army... including the army, probably three hundred."

"Still so many?"

Feng Yin was taken aback. "Then the medicine I have won't be enough; I don't have that many injured in a year, and my reserves are almost gone."

"I'll send someone to buy it, you just focus on making the medicine!"

He Biqu waved his hand. "Tell me what you need, don't be polite."

"I have a list. By the way, I believe in the principle that good medicine tastes bitter, so more Huang Lian is better. If it's convenient, could you buy more for me?"

"No problem, not a problem at all."

"Wu Tiejun!"

"Here!"

He Biqu's order sent Wu Tiejun, who was earnestly visiting the injured, out to work like a galloping horse.

"Hurry up!"

"Finally got rid of this guy."

He Biqu sighed in relief.

Wu Tiejun shouted from a distance, "Sir, I have no money."

"Go borrow it!"

He Biqu roared, suddenly wanting to hang himself. How could you say you have no money in front of so many people? Where does that leave my face?

"I have nowhere to borrow from!"

Wu Tiejun continued to shout.

He was helpless. Everyone who could lend him money was lying in the clinic. Who could he borrow from?

"Go rob someone!"

He Biqu's anger was boiling over.

"Sir, that's not right..."

Wu Tiejun called from a distance.

Clang!

He Biqu drew his sword, ready to charge over!

No one stop me, I'm going to kill him today!

Seeing the situation, Wu Tiejun turned and ran like the wind.

He Biqu, with a black face and a long sword in hand, didn't sheath it for a long time. His eyes darted around, looking for someone to vent his anger on.

He was full of killing intent.

Fei Xin Yu tiptoed along the wall, not daring to make a sound, his buttocks clamped tight, not even daring to fart.

He was sure that if he opened his mouth, the sword would land on him.

This was a certainty.

As for cursing... I, Fei Xin Yu, never curse!

I never have a foul mouth!

...

The injured arrived quickly, and about 170 people were brought over. Then the military injured also arrived.

They also brought a large gift from General Ma Qian, saying it was for Doctor Feng, and if he didn't accept it, it would be considered a slight.

How could Feng Yin look down on General Ma?

So he accepted it gladly.

Most of the injured had external injuries, and although internal injuries were fewer, they were all very serious. Based on past experience, even if they survived, their martial path would be difficult to advance, and their strength might even regress significantly.

Those with internal injuries all had dark, lifeless faces.

All the Blue Robes who could move came to help, working quickly and efficiently. They set up several large tents around the clinic and arranged several rows of beds along the walls.

Feng Yin started brewing medicine again, but the herbs he had for external injuries were almost gone.

For now, they could only rely on the medicine everyone had brought to deal with the injuries. Fortunately, as martial artists, they all carried some medicine for emergencies.

For those with internal injuries, Feng Yin, with experience, took out the black pills to help stabilize their conditions.

He Biqu looked at him with a mix of doubt and pain.

"Is this... that medicine?"

"How is that possible?"

Feng Yin explained, "These are the ones I failed to perfect before... They do have an effect, but compared to the one you took, they are ten times weaker. The main purpose is to stimulate the life potential of the person taking it, to keep the life force from fading, to maintain the vital fire, and to keep the source of life from being cut off. It temporarily sustains a breath of life, but it doesn't help much with recovery. For full recovery, they will need to use various rare herbs and self-heal later. To put it bluntly, it's a bit like a harsh medicine..."

He Biqu nodded, seeing that there were still some left, and took one himself to test the effect.

Indeed, the effect was far worse than the previous one.

His old injuries only slightly improved before the effect disappeared.

He sighed, "What a pity, what a pity. Although it's still a good medicine, it's just not as effective."

This was a clear example of how easy it is to go from frugality to luxury but hard to go back. In the past, any medicine that could help with He Biqu's chronic illness would have been considered a divine medicine, but compared to the previous spiritual pill, even a slight improvement seemed insignificant.

Feng Yin also looked dejected, "Not just a pity, it's far too weak. The biggest problem now is which step is wrong, and I can't find it, I don't know where to start!"

He Biqu's knowledge of medicine and herbs was limited to what martial artists knew, and he was almost clueless about the rest.

But he knew the saying, "A small mistake can lead to a big error."

He comforted Feng Yin, "Take it slow, take it slow. This kind of thing can't be rushed. Haste makes waste. You're young, and with time, you'll surely fully understand the true essence of your family's spiritual medicine."

Seeing that his subordinates and over fifty injured soldiers had all stabilized, with no adverse reactions, He Biqu breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Feng, thank you!"

He Biqu said with deep emotion and solemnity.

"Mr. Feng" had now become "Brother Feng."

"Medicine is for saving lives, it's our duty. The medical profession is broad, and we help the sick."

Feng Yin smiled, "I'm glad I can do my part for these brave soldiers who fight for the country. I hope heroes don't grow old, and I don't want these brave soldiers to fade away."

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a bit emotional, "These soldiers should achieve great things and be remembered in history! They deserve it for their loyalty."

...

[This morning, I fell while running, but I didn't hurt myself. Instead, I slid into a fitness dance team, almost getting into someone's pants. I was covered in dust, and an old man patted my belly, saying, 'Come, join us and dance.']