Xiao Ning'er nodded and said, "I used a Black Gold Rank inscription and barely managed to bring him down. Treat him first. His injuries are too severe. I've only exhausted my soul force."
They carefully lifted him onto the stretcher and hurried toward the city. The fighting at the walls had not stopped. Along the way were civilian laborers transporting supplies and wounded soldiers. The stretcher moved slowly, and the wind was thick with smoke and the stench of blood.
Once back in the city, they were assigned to a temporarily requisitioned residence serving as a rear medical station near the walls.
A medical officer examined their injuries, applied healing ointment to Shen Fei's arm and leg, and fed him two Foundation-Nourishing pills. He also checked Xiao Ning'er's pulse and left her a bottle of medicine to regulate her meridians.
The physician cautioned Xiao Ning'er, "Don't use your demon spirit for now." With that, he hurried off to tend to the other critically wounded patients.
Xiao Ning'er nodded, thinking, Looks like I'll have to rely on inscriptions.
The room was quiet, with only faint beast roars and battle cries drifting in from beyond the window. Once the pills dissolved, their medicinal power slowly spread along the meridians, nourishing the damaged bones and flesh.
Shen Fei lay on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling the pain in his left arm and right leg ebb little by little. The initial aching numbness gradually gave way to warmth.
He never fell into a deep sleep, keeping part of his attention on the sounds outside. He knew that until the beast tide retreated, the city could not be considered safe.
Sixteen hours passed, and the dark sky faded into the dim light of dawn.
Shen Fei opened his eyes first. He tried moving