The Harvest Festival Sacrifice

Meng Chao was rendered speechless.

Nor did he want to engage in a pointless war of words with a little girl whose milk smell had yet to fade.

After thinking for a moment, he changed the subject and continued asking, "But how did I end up lying here—this should be your home, right? I mean, even if you picked me up, shouldn't you have sent me somewhere like a hospital for treatment and... supervision?"

"I've heard of places called 'hospitals,' but Peach Blossom Paradise Town doesn't have one," Gu Ling said.

"No hospital?"

Meng Chao froze again.

Judging from the town's skyline, during the Earth Era, it should have been one of the larger Satellite Cities around Dragon City. It surely ought to have had its own district hospital, perhaps even branches of provincial or municipal hospitals.

After the crossing, with the survival environment so harsh, hospitals were indispensable infrastructure for any civilization, whether for treating illness and injuries or scaling the loftier peaks of life science.

How could Peach Blossom Paradise Town possibly not have a hospital?

"Then what do you do when you get sick or injured?" Meng Chao asked curiously.

"We rarely get sick."

Gu Ling said proudly, "The air, water, and food in Peach Blossom Paradise Town are all a hundred times cleaner than those on Earth. On top of that, we have no conflicts or worries. Everyone helps one another, and we all live in harmony, happy beyond words. Naturally, every illness disappears!

"If someone really does get sick or hurt, there's no need to be afraid. Spirit beasts will take us into the forest to find all sorts of strange flowers and herbs. We chew them up and swallow them, or apply them to wounds, and most illnesses and injuries will vanish."

"..."

Meng