Isn't it just for the pleasure of resuscitating a dying person?
Sword cultivators enjoy the exhilaration of battle, while medical cultivators enjoy the sense of accomplishment.
Especially those with complicated diseases and those who are dying, they love them to death!
"Why am I not a woman?"
The medical practitioner couldn't help but sigh.
If he were a woman, wouldn't he be the one in there now?
"I can help you be a woman."
Venerable Wanjian had a blank expression on his face.
The medical practitioner shuddered twice and said, "Forget it, forget it. Junior Sister doesn't like women."
"Then why don't you just focus on healing me?"
"As a grown man, can't you just hold on by yourself?"
The medical practitioner rolled his eyes, but even though he said that, he didn't really let Venerable Wanjian hold on, and the spiritual energy in his hand continued to flicker.
"Why is there no way to have the best of both worlds?"
The doctor sighed.
"What's the meaning?"
"We medical practitioners enjoy the sense of accomplishment of curing illnesses and saving lives, but that also requires someone to be sick or injured. Now that this ferocious beast has appeared, the world of cultivation is in chaos, and there are many more places where we medical practitioners are needed."
"But why do I hope that we won't be needed anytime soon?"
"Pretentious."
Venerable Wanjian rolled his eyes.
But he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, isn't it the same for sword cultivators?
When there was no war, they looked forward to fighting every day. Now that the world of cultivation is in chaos, he began to miss the peaceful days.
Perhaps it was because it was a peaceful time that he could look forward to all this so unscrupulously.
Venerable Wanjian lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
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