The Medical Hall

Chapter 40: The Medical Hall (Seeking Recommendation Tickets~)

Shi Feng recalled the previous battle, a surge of unwillingness welling up in his heart. His strength was still too weak. If he were strong enough, Shi Lan wouldn't be in this situation.

Shi Feng's body was too weak at the moment. After thinking for a while, he fell into a tired sleep.

Shi Lan was startled awake by Shi Feng. Worried about what might happen during the night, she didn't sleep again and began cultivating the Jade Body Forging Technique.

As soon as she circulated the Jade Body Forging Technique, Shi Lan discovered that her cultivation had already reached the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm.

After a moment of confusion, Shi Lan thought again. Although Reincarnation had only temporarily borrowed her body, that surge of powerful energy had indeed stayed within her. It was reasonable to have broken through the barrier of the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm.

She stayed awake guarding him until dawn.

As soon as it was dimly lit, Shi Lan extinguished the campfire and began packing her belongings. She walked to Shi Feng's side and, upon touching his arm, was startled. She reached out and felt his forehead; it was burning hot.

Clearly, he had a fever.

"Reincarnation, can you help him reduce his fever?"

"No way. Keeping him alive is the limit of what I can do."

Upon hearing this, Shi Lan quickened her movements. After stuffing everything into her bag, she picked up Shi Feng and hurried out of the cave.

Shi Lan increased her pace and soon exited the mountain range. Once they entered the plains, the path became much easier, and her speed increased again.

Finally, at sunset, Shi Lan arrived at the city.

This city was named Shuangyue City. It was not large, similar in scale to Tenglong City. At the city gate stood guards from the Demon Suppression Army, clad in black armor.

After being questioned, they entered the city. Shi Lan asked a few people for directions and, carrying Shi Feng on her back, arrived at a medical hall.

A long line of people was waiting outside the medical hall. The injured were covered in scratches and bite marks, mostly commoners.

Shi Lan looked at the long queue stretching almost to the street corner and felt the increasingly hot temperature behind her. She became anxious. If they waited in line, it would be too late.

A persistent fever could easily lead to brain damage.

"Excuse me, please let me through."

"Let me pass."

Shi Lan finally squeezed through the crowd and reached the entrance of the medical hall.

"What are you doing? Cutting in line? Go to the back!" A burly man in his thirties, who was at the front of the line, shouted when he saw Shi Lan walking towards the medical hall.

"Brother, please be kind. The person on my back has a fever and has been burning for a day. If he doesn't get treatment soon, I'm afraid he won't make it. Can you let me go in and ask the doctor first?" Shi Lan smiled ingratiatingly.

The burly man pointed to his arm, which was wrapped in bandages. "How many people here aren't in a hurry? If everyone was like you, would anyone else get a turn?"

"Why don't we let this young brother go in first? Those waiting in line have minor flesh wounds. It won't take long for them," an elder in his sixties, standing behind the burly man, said.

"What's it to you?" The burly man glared at the elder. The elder's lips moved, but he ultimately remained silent.

"Brother, please make an exception." Shi Lan didn't want any trouble. She took out a silver ingot from her bag and offered it to the burly man.

The burly man's eyes lit up. He took the silver ingot, weighed it, and tucked it into his embrace. However, his feet didn't move an inch. He looked around, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

Seeing the burly man's reaction, a hint of coldness flashed in Shi Lan's eyes. She took out another silver ingot from her bag and offered it to him.

The burly man took the silver ingot, smiled with satisfaction, and stepped aside, creating a small path.

Shi Lan took two steps forward with Shi Feng on her back. Just as she was about to enter the medical hall, she was stopped by the burly man again.

"What do you mean?" Shi Lan asked coldly.

"Only one person can go in," the burly man said, holding up a finger and grinning.

This was the third time. Shi Lan's dwindling patience was completely exhausted.

"Bang—"

The long box in Shi Lan's hand hit the ground. The bluestone-paved road instantly showed spiderweb-like cracks.

"Say that again?" Shi Lan stared at the burly man and asked.

The burly man looked at the cracked road, swallowed, and instinctively took two steps back.

"Please, go ahead. Come in." The burly man recovered, gave a dry laugh, and bowed and scraped as he made way. At the same time, he took out the silver ingots from his embrace and handed them back to Shi Lan.

Shi Lan didn't have time to argue with him. She took back the silver ingots and pushed open the door, entering the medical hall.

Inside the medical hall, several other injured patients were groaning in pain, clutching their wounds. The environment was somewhat noisy.

In the center of the hall was a wooden desk. Behind the desk sat an old man with a goatee, about seventy years old, bandaging the wound of a middle-aged man in his forties.

Beside the old man stood a young girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old. The girl wore a white dress and had her hair in twin buns. Her eyes were bright and lively. Apart from her slightly immature appearance, she was already a beautiful young lady.

The old man looked up and saw Shi Lan carrying someone in. His expression changed slightly. He whispered something to the girl beside him, handed over the bandaging work to her, and then walked around the wooden desk to greet them.

"What's the patient's condition?" the old man asked as he approached Shi Lan, leading her to a simple wooden bed placed to the side.

After Shi Lan helped Shi Feng lie down, she replied, "He has a fever. He's been burning for a day."

The old man reached out and felt Shi Feng's pulse. After examining the pulse, the old man's slightly furrowed brow tightened further.

After a while, the old man withdrew his hand, sighed, and looked at Shi Lan. "Forgive me for being blunt, but you can start preparing for the funeral."

Shi Lan's expression changed. "Sir, what do you mean by that?"

"This person's internal organs are damaged, his sternum is shattered, and he's only clinging to life by some unknown energy. Unless there's a legendary elixir that can bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh and bone, even a god couldn't save him," the old man shook his head.

Shi Lan was silent for a moment before speaking, "Old sir, could I trouble you to first help him bring down his fever?"

"I'll give him some cooling medicine to try first. If anything goes wrong with the patient, please don't blame my clinic."

"Naturally," Shi Lan nodded.

The old man nodded slightly and turned to the young girl standing by the wooden table, "Yue'er, come here."

The young girl trotted over in three quick steps, "Grandpa, what is it?"

"Redress this young man's wound," the old man pointed at Shi Lan.

Shi Lan was taken aback. She looked down at the blood-soaked bandage on her arm and then understood, quickly saying, "Thank you."

The young girl smiled at Shi Lan, "Come with me." With that, she walked towards the wooden table.

Shi Lan followed the young girl to the wooden table and sat down. The young girl first went to the back room to get a basin of clean water before beginning to untie the bandage on Shi Lan's arm.

After the bandage was completely removed, seeing the terrifying wound that was deep enough to see bone, the young girl gasped softly. Looking at Shi Lan's calm expression, she asked in surprise, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot," Shi Lan replied truthfully.

"Then why aren't you crying out?" the young girl asked, somewhat amazed, as she began to clean Shi Lan's wound.

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