Wu Yong stood up and looked at the woman who was presumably a mentor from Jia Nan Academy. "Lay the injured person on the ground. And there are too many of you standing here—make some room."
Rather awkwardly, after Wu Yong spoke, most of the Jia Nan Academy students turned to look at their mentor and Wang Shi, who was still seated nearby.
Clearly, in their eyes, Wu Yong, who looked even younger than them, could not possibly possess better medical skills than the middle-aged Wang Shi.
Fortunately, their mentor spoke up quickly and told them to do as Wu Yong said, leaving only herself and two students behind to care for the injured person.
Wu Yong did not mind this minor interruption. After all, he really was too young.
The student's entire left side had been stained red with blood. His injuries appeared quite serious.
Wu Yong gently felt around with his hands and roughly determined the extent of the man's injuries. Just as the mentor had said, there were fractures, especially in his left arm. The bone had shattered into several pieces, and even some small fragments remained inside.
"His left arm and left leg are fractured. The rest are only superficial wounds. The left arm is the most seriously injured—the bone has broken into several pieces, with some tiny fragments left inside. However, those fragments are not in troublesome positions, so there is no need to remove them."
After finishing the examination, Wu Yong explained the patient's condition while getting up and heading into the room behind them to search through things.
Once they heard Wu Yong confirm the diagnosis, both the injured student and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
Just fractures. A minor injury.
Before long, Wu Yong emerged from the room carrying several bottles and jars, strips of cloth, and a few wooden boards.
Wu Yong handed the bottles to the three people beside him. "These are the medicines he will need shortly. You can inspect them first."
That was simply how things were in the Black-Corner Region. When traveling outside, everyone had to be cautious.
While they inspected the medicine, Wu Yong measured the length of the injured student's arm and thigh, then used a saw to cut the wooden boards into several pieces.
By the time he had finished cutting the boards, the mentor had already checked the medicine and nodded at Wu Yong.
"Undo his clothes, apply the medicine to his wounds, then bind the wounds with the clean cloth strips. They cannot be too loose, and make sure they can still breathe..."
Wu Yong guided them through applying the medicine to the injured student. It could not be helped; that was simply how things were in the Black-Corner Region.
Before long, the injured student had been treated, and the fractures had all been secured with splints.
"The total is one hundred gold coins. Which of you will pay?"
Wu Yong's gaze passed over the injured student, who had fainted from the pain during treatment, and settled on the others in the room.
"I will. Thank you."
The female mentor stepped forward. One hundred gold coins truly meant nothing to her.
As she paid, the female mentor's gaze lingered on Wu Yong. She asked softly, "Little brother, you should not be eighteen yet, should you?"
"Mm."
Wu Yong nodded while continuing to count the gold coins.
At his response, the female mentor's eyes lit up, and she asked gently,
"If I sensed correctly, little brother, you should already be a Dou Zhe, right?"
Wu Yong kept nodding, his hands never stopping.
"Then do you intend to enter Jia Nan Academy for cultivation?"
"Mentor, just say what you mean."
Having finished counting the coins, Wu Yong had already understood what the female mentor wanted.
"I would like to invite you to join my class directly when you enroll. What do you think?"
The female mentor got straight to the point, making Wu Yong inwardly remark, Just as expected.
Life in the Black-Corner Region was far too... unrestrained. For those at the bottom, Jia Nan Academy was the best destination.
He raised his head, glanced at the female mentor, then at her students. This mentor seemed to have a decent character.
"Sure, but the one hundred gold coins are nonrefundable."
"Uh..."
Ruolin gave the youth an odd look and inwardly sighed. This kid really was... dedicated to his duties.
Even at a time like this, he did not forget to uphold his responsibilities.
Then Ruolin watched Wu Yong stuff most of the hundred gold coins into the Storage Ring on his finger, and her eyelid twitched.
No wonder he would not give a discount. So you took the biggest cut!
"I still do not know your name or which class you teach. Could you tell me?"
After putting everything away, Wu Yong remembered something rather important: he did not even know her name.
"Ruolin. You can call me Mentor Ruolin. The class I teach is Yellow Class 2. Do not forget it, okay~"
"Mentor Ruolin, Yellow Class 2. I will remember."
Wu Yong repeated the words and nodded.
He was somewhat surprised. He had not expected to run into this mentor. What a coincidence.
"Right, what is your name?"
Ruolin felt a little embarrassed. She had nearly forgotten to ask.
"Wu Yong."
After seeing off the teachers and students of Yellow Class 2, Wang Shi smiled at Wu Yong from the side. "Congratulations. Now you can be considered someone with connections in Jia Nan Academy."
"How does one meeting make us acquaintances?"
Wu Yong shook his head. At most, he had gained a way in.
But then again, with his talent, would not the mentors of Jia Nan Academy's Outer Academy all be fighting to take him in?
Returning to his seat, Wu Yong silently circulated his cultivation technique and began cultivating.
As Wu Yong continuously absorbed Wind Attribute energy from heaven and earth, the energy around him did not diminish. Instead, it gathered in ever greater amounts.
Fortunately, Wu Yong was in a remote border town, where the strongest expert was only a Dou Ling. Their range of perception for the energy of heaven and earth was limited, so no one noticed the abnormal concentration of energy around him.
Time passed day by day. Not someone came to the clinic with injuries every day, and Wu Yong was happy enough with that. While cultivating wholeheartedly, he also continued developing more uses for [Son of Wind].
After two and a half peaceful months, Jia Nan Academy began its new year's enrollment.
Wu Yong also left the clinic, leaving that remote border town, one of the relatively peaceful places in the Black-Corner Region.
The clinic owner did not try to force Wu Yong to stay. First, Wu Yong's talent was outstanding enough that the owner knew he could not keep him forever.
Second, Wu Yong was joining Jia Nan Academy, not another clinic, so there was no competitive conflict.
Moreover, ruining someone's future was extremely taboo. Unless necessary, no one wanted to offend a young genius who had already displayed such talent.
Better bully an old man with white hair than despise a poor youth.
Of course, if that youth were a useless cripple unable to cultivate, that would be another matter...
This border town in the Black-Corner Region was closer to Heping Town of Jia Nan Academy. The direct distance between them was only around one hundred and fifty li.
Even after detouring around obstructing mountains and rivers, it was only a little over two hundred li.
That distance was not far even for an ordinary person, much less Wu Yong, a Wind Attribute Dou Zhe who excelled in speed.
In less than a day, at sunset, Wu Yong saw Heping Town's landmark: the Dead Spirit Tree.
The corpses of one Dou Emperor and two Dou Wang experts hung from it, silently recounting the crushing defeat suffered by the Black-Corner Region in that battle years ago.
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