Three days after breaking through to the Houtian Late Stage, an opportunity came.
Something went wrong in Block C of the Heavenly Prison—two hardened bandits who had been locked up for years somehow broke their shackles and attacked during exercise time. They were quickly subdued, but several jailers were injured in the melee.
The worst off was Old Zhao. A blade had slashed open his lower abdomen, and his intestines had nearly spilled out. By the time they carried him to the Guard Room, he had already passed out from blood loss.
"Quick! Go find a doctor!" Zhou Kang was sweating profusely with worry.
"Captain Zhou, it's the middle of the night. The clinics have closed!" a jailer said with a pained expression. "Even if we knock on a door, it'll take a doctor half an hour to get here from the city. Old Zhao..."
Everyone looked at the blood seeping in an ever-widening pool beneath Old Zhao and fell silent.
Xu Qian stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze passing over Old Zhao's deathly pale face and the gruesome wound. Through his Qi Gazing Technique, he saw the life force draining from Old Zhao like a candle in the wind. He had, at most, another quarter of an hour.
Xu Qian took a deep breath, pushed through the crowd, and stepped forward.
"Captain Zhou, let me try."
Zhou Kang stared at him in surprise. "Xu Qian? You..."
"My family back home were hunters. I helped my father treat plenty of wild animals' wounds when I was young." Xu Qian spoke calmly as he took a small cloth bundle from his robes. Inside were the Blood-Stopping Muscle-Regenerating Pill he had refined a few days ago and a few crude tools for treating injuries. "Old Zhao can't wait for