"The injury is serious. If it leaves a root cause of illness, it will be bad. Tianyunmen doesn't even have a doctor. You are just an amateur. Can you be reliable?"
"Tianyun Sect disciples aren't easily injured, and they've been taught basic medical skills in the academy. Everyone must carry medicine when they go out on missions. However, because the Xue residence is special, we brought a medical practitioner with us this time."
In short, the disciples of Jiuwanli are no match for the Tianyun Sect, and they are always injured, so they have to bring a doctor with them wherever they go.
He An heard the hidden meaning in this, how could he bear it? He immediately replied: "It's because Tianyun Sect is so poor that it can't even afford a doctor. Speaking of which, Fan Zhiyi was favored by my young master last time. That doctor's medical skills are very good, right?"
Fan Zhiyi, who was inexplicably dragged into the battlefield, was full of questions. Why did this situation seem familiar? No, I am a patient and I need to get treatment as soon as possible. Can you please care about my life or death?
The two people looked at Fan Zhiyi at the same time, and Fan Zhiyi gave an awkward but polite smile.
Mr. Lu Changfu always kept a proper smile on his face: "Zhiyi, let's go quickly. After I send you to the camp, I will come to see the eldest brother."
"Oh, okay."
"Wait, Fan Zhiyi, are you going to go ungrateful?" He An grabbed Fan Zhiyi again.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear it any longer, so he lifted his hand and pressed it against his intact arm: "Next time, can you pull this part of your hand? There's no injury here!"
He An paused for a few seconds, then cleared his throat: "Tell me first, are you a person who knows how to repay kindness?"
Fan Zhiyi felt this was a fatal question. If he said yes, there would be so many people from Tianyun Sect watching. He represented the entire sect, and they would surely come and hack him to death. If he said no, He An would definitely continue to make trouble. What did he need now? Treatment!
Fan Zhiyi said: "I think..."
"Look, Fan Zhiyi said he's a man who knows how to repay a favor, so in order to repay a favor, he has to go back ninety thousand miles with me."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He has no human rights, sob. It doesn't matter where we go, just finish arguing quickly and take me back.
Fan Zhiyi's head hurt even more. He was stuck between two people arguing with each other, so he chose to squat down.
Without Bing Nandong, there would naturally be no one to hold up a barrier to protect him from the rain. The drizzle would soon soak his damp clothes from being wrapped in the illusion.
Fan Zhiyi squatted down, trying not to crush the black cat, and used his hands to shield it from the rain. The cat, however, knew how to enjoy himself, digging into Fan Zhiyi's clothes.
In response to He An's words this time, Lu Changfu just smiled lightly and did not answer, as if he was watching a child having a quarrel.
So He An rushed in and said, "Fan Zhiyi, let's go."
Mr. Lu also said, "Zhiyi, let's go."
Fan Zhiyi felt overwhelmed and hummed weakly, "Let's attack both sides at the same time. Each sect can deal with half of them."
Lu Changfu and He An: "?"
Mr. Lu smiled and said, "Okay."
Upon hearing this, He An immediately grabbed Fan Zhiyi's collar and made him stand up: "Let's go, don't waste time!"
Fan Zhiyi was being carried like a chicken, unable to keep up with the pace. He was about to fall, and He An immediately grabbed him by the collar: "You're a good person, but you can't even walk."
Yes, yes, yes. Right, right, right.
Fan Zhiyi no longer had the energy to respond, while Lu Changfu followed behind them without saying a word.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi thought of something: "Um, Lu, Senior Brother Lu? Where's Xiaobao?"
Busy trying to survive in Xue's house, and later falling ill, Fan Zhiyi had no time to think about other things.
Now that the dust has settled, he suddenly thought of Xiaobao. The disciples of Tianyun Sect don't have a good impression of Xiaobao for their own reasons, so Xiaobao wouldn't still be alone in that cabinet waiting for him to pick him up.
When he thought of this, Fan Zhiyi became worried that something might happen to Xiaobao, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Don't worry, he's safe. We found him in the closet in one of the rooms."
Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Is he in the Tianyun Sect camp now?"
"I don't know about that. Nandong arranged everything afterwards."
It’s good that you’re okay. After he quickly treated the wound, he went back to ask Bing Nandong, and then found Xiaobao. He was worried about leaving Xiaobao alone.
He An listened to their conversation quietly for a rare moment. During the conversation, he waved to the disciples behind him, then took an oil-paper umbrella and threw it to Fan Zhiyi without saying anything more.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment and said thank you.
Jiuwanli's garrison had obviously been renovated after the last sneak attack. Fan Zhiyi remembered that the layout of the gate was different from the last time he came.
As usual, Fan Zhiyi was invited into the legendary lower-class room, accepted the new clothes donated by Jiuwanli, and then met the doctor.
The doctor obviously remembered him, and the two of them felt particularly familiar with each other when they met. "I was wondering who was out so late at night, and it turns out it's you again. Where's the other guy?"
"He has something else to do."
The doctor nodded, and then Fan Zhiyi pulled open his scarred arm and the doctor untied the gauze wrapped around it.
The wound appeared so clearly in Fan Zhiyi's eyes for the first time. Fan Zhiyi felt pain just looking at it. He didn't know that he could endure pain so well.
There were countless sword wounds and blood marks on the arm, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, it was a horrible sight.
The old man observed for a while and asked, "Are there any other injuries?"
He An said: "I'm asking you, tell me quickly."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Lu Changfu, who was standing closest to the door, quite far away. When he saw Fan Zhiyi looking at him, he adjusted the corners of his mouth and gave him a reassuring smile.
Fan Zhiyi understood instantly that Lu Changfu would not care about him. In fact, he did not trust anyone from Tianyun Sect except Bing Nandong, so he did not care about anyone else at this moment. He explained the cause of his injuries and said that he might have caught a cold and had a fever, and he was feeling much better now.
Listening to him speak for so long, He An's brows became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
In order to cure the disease in one go, Fan Zhiyi tried his best to endure the dizziness and explained each symptom clearly.
After all the injuries except the sword wound were treated, the doctor also checked the wound around Fan Zhiyi's waist and said that Fan Zhiyi's body had a pretty good recovery ability.
When it was finally the turn of the arm scratch, the doctor ordered someone to bring the Ma Fei San that he had just ordered to be boiled, and asked Fan Zhiyi to drink it first.
"Your wound has become infected. Someone else has given you a simple treatment before me, right?"
Fan Zhiyi thought about it. He had applied the medicine once himself, and Bing Nandong seemed to have treated him twice. The first time was when he was unconscious, but the wound started bleeding again, so Bing Nandong had to treat him again, so he nodded.
"You have to thank him very much. Otherwise, if you miss the opportunity for treatment, your hand will be useless. How can you tolerate pain?"
I have endured all the hardships and difficulties. This injury is just a minor problem: "It's okay."
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