Could it be that Ye Lang has joined the Holy Light Holy Church?
The Seventh Princess shook her head, thinking it was impossible. Not only would the Holy Church not accept someone as reckless as Ye Lang, but even if the Holy Church agreed, Ye Lang would not be willing.
He only wants to be a Prodigal Son and will not join any faction; this has been his habit since childhood!
However, the Seventh Princess immediately thought of something else: Ye Lang seemed to be making money, which seemed to contradict his Prodigal Son desires? Could it be...?
"Please be quiet! One by one, please line up, it will be your turn soon!!" the Knights of Light roared, silencing the commotion.
"Okay, don't panic, take it one at a time. You're all in the same boat, none of you are seriously ill, and we don't need a little extra time," Ye Lang said. "You all go and line up first... Or how about this, I'll give you numbers, and you can go in when your number is called."
Issuing numbers is a way to queue up. In addition to preventing others from cutting in line, it also allows people who can't get a turn today to come back tomorrow instead of waiting here in vain!
Ye Lang had actually tried this method before, but it didn't seem to be very effective. Others were still waiting outside. Fortunately, there was no queue-jumping on this continent, at least not at this time.
"Brother, why don't you let them go inside and wait?" Ye Lanyu asked, a little puzzled. Judging from the layout of this Muddleheaded Hall, it should be a large mansion that can accommodate many people. Why make these patients wait outside?
"It's packed inside, there are no seats left!" Ye Lang replied casually.
Although the chances of contracting rare and difficult diseases are very low, the population of an entire continent is still countless, even with such a low probability!
Ye Lang didn't have this many patients originally. For a while, he even had time to rest. But later, the number of people kept increasing, not only filling the room but also spilling out onto the outside.
Fortunately, some illnesses can be categorized together and treated in the same way. If someone can come up with a treatment, then perhaps terminal illnesses will become as simple as a cold.
Ye Lang had come up with these methods, and he didn't hide anything from them. He shared everything he knew with the doctors in the Holy City, including some basic theories of traditional Chinese medicine.
It wasn't that Ye Lang didn't want to teach; there were some theories they simply wouldn't understand. They had deeply ingrained habits of thinking about their own medical school, so using alchemy would make it easier for them to accept.
Basically, Ye Lang tried to use alchemical techniques to help them understand healing. Of course, even when Ye Lang used alchemical techniques, they still found it difficult to learn.
The reason is that no one can achieve Ye Lang's level of proficiency in using Alchemy Array, a level that leaves everyone else far behind. Their results will always be inferior to Ye Lang's.
Fortunately, Ye Lang established a spirit-gathering array in this Miracle District, making the Spiritual Qi and magical elements here much stronger than in other places. Treatment here would be twice as effective, allowing these physicians to treat the patients as well.
That's why the Miracle District has another meaning: it's not just about commemorating the birth of miracles, but also because it is the place where miracles are born.
"So many people, aren't you tired?" Ye Lanyu grabbed Ye Lang's hand, looking distressed.
"It's alright, not tired. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I used to be like that too... hehe..." Ye Lang smiled. He thought of his past life. He was a terminally ill patient. If he hadn't encountered the Martial Arts Treasury, he would have died anyway.
Therefore, he can really understand the feelings of someone with a terminal illness, that despair, that burden. He will never forget it, which is why he helps people with their medical needs!
"What about before?" Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess asked curiously. Was he sick? He had never been sick since he was a child, except for the time he was struck by lightning, which was the most serious illness.
"It's nothing. What about the patient you were talking about? It's not you girls, is it? A woman's disease? I do know how to treat that, but it's not convenient for me!" Ye Lang said to the three girls, changing the subject.
"Get out!!" The three girls blushed and shouted angrily, "I'll tear your mouth apart! The patient I'm talking about is this old lady, and this is her son Chen Pi!"
"Chen Pi?!" Ye Lang looked at Chen Pi. "You should be Chen Mei, because it's black!"
"..."
"You still have time to talk about this at a time like this? Look at his mother. He has been carrying her to seek medical treatment for five years, but they still haven't found the cause of her illness." The Seventh Princess pinched Ye Lang and said irritably, her tone and actions just like a wife.
Yes, she's a wife, not a girlfriend...
Ye Lang went over to check on her, took her pulse, and then said, "She's fine. A few applications of ointment and a few days of rest will do the trick."
?! Dog skin plaster?
Chen Pi didn't know what dog skin plaster was. He only knew that the Divine Physician said his mother was fine. As long as he knew that, he felt that was enough. He didn't care about anything else.
"Divine Physician, can you really cure my mother?"
"You don't have to believe me, I don't mind! Whether you come in or not is up to you! Fatty, do you have any food on you? I haven't had any of your food in ages." Ye Lang waved his hand, then pulled Zhen Xiaoyan inside, begging her for food as he did so, looking quite pitiful.
Seeing Ye Lang like this, the people were a little stunned. They couldn't believe that the revered Divine Physician in their hearts would have such a side, like a child...
"Here you go, I knew you wanted to eat! Wait, what did you just say about not eating for a long time? Didn't I prepare a year's worth of food for you? You ate it all?" Zhen Xiaoyan's voice came from inside. At this moment, they had already disappeared through the gate in the Muddleheaded Hall.
Those who remained could only look at each other and then continue with what they had been doing. The only thing the Knights of Light needed to do was to have the gate repaired.
"Mmm..." Ye Lang ate a few bites of pastries, but his mouth was full of them, making his speech indistinct.
"Finish your food first, eat slowly, don't choke, have some juice!" Zhen Xiaoyan took out a delicate little water bottle, carefully opened it, and handed it to Ye Lang. It was filled with fresh juice that she had squeezed herself.
"Ugh..." Before Zhen Xiaoyan could finish speaking, Ye Lang started choking. He snatched the small water bottle and poured the juice into her mouth.