"My lord, what kind of place is Anding Psychiatric Hospital?"
After hearing Babayak's question, even Lu Li, who had anticipated all sorts of possibilities, could not help but freeze for a moment.
"Ah?"
"Anding Psychiatric Hospital." Babayak repeated his question:
"What kind of place is it?"
"And what are the patients there like? Are they wounded?"
"Uh..." Lu Li drew out the sound and hesitated for a while.
He had overlooked the fact that the concept of a hospital did not exist in the demons' world.
For them, if they were injured, they generally just waited for their bodies to heal on their own.
After all, in an environment rich with demonic energy, minor injuries and illnesses could basically recover by themselves.
If the injury was too severe, they would rely on items or the various herbs produced within the Demon Domain to treat themselves.
If they could be cured, that was naturally for the best.
If they could not, they would find a cool place to lie down.
At least that way, their corpses would rot more slowly, leaving enough time for other monsters to find them and send them into the Plague Colossus to be reforged in the furnace.
Explaining the concept of a "hospital" to a race with such a worldview truly required careful consideration.
Fortunately, the bell had only rung twenty times, so there was still plenty of time.
"A hospital... simply put, it's a treatment camp." Lu Li tried to keep his explanation as concise and effective as possible:
"The injured and the sick can go there to receive treatment until they recover."
"Then why don't the patients treat themselves?" Babayak could not understand this.
Because in the demons' worldview, one had to pay a price in exchange for anything they received.
Unless their relationship