Demon Suppression Division, Medical Pavilion.
Roughly thirty lofts stood in neat rows, and every Captain who passed through bore injuries.
A plain, clean bamboo hut squeezed in among them stood out like a sore thumb.
Every so often, someone in a black cloak stepped inside. It was the mark of a Vice General.
The brawny young man was an exception. He wasn't even wearing a uniform, just a simple short jacket.
His right arm hung limp as he pushed open the small door with his left hand.
Facing the man in white, whose robes were as snowy as fresh-fallen snow, seated behind a low table, he called out respectfully, "Senior Brother Bai."
"Can you stop coming to see me every day with that long face?"
The young man addressed as Senior Brother Bai had a face as handsome as jade. Two locks of hair fell beside his temples, and his clean hands quickly sorted through a dish of fragrant medicinal herbs.
Without looking up, he said flatly, "Put your arm here."
Fang Heng obediently sat cross-legged and laid his right arm on the low table.
Senior Brother Bai took out several fine needles, thin as ox hairs, and stuck them in without even glancing at Fang Heng. Then he went back to sorting the precious herbs. "Bear with it. You should be about recovered after today."
Fang Heng lowered his head, his gaze vacant.
His broad back was like that of a bear.
The pain of mending his meridians could make even a battle-hardened Captain grind his teeth to the point of breaking, yet it failed to move him.
"Don't worry."
Senior Brother Bai put the herbs back in the cabinet and finally looked up. "Your opponent didn't hit you too hard. You won't suffer any lasting effects."
"Thank you,