Qingshan Town, Myriad Medicine Pavilion.
Xiao Yi Xian condensed her Dou Qi into a blade and carefully finished treating the last wound on the patient before her. Glancing at the stitches across his chest and abdomen, she stepped away from the bedside, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and let out a long breath.
Someone had suddenly come begging for her help that morning, saying a man had been grievously injured. When she went out to look, he was barely clinging to his last breath. Neither medicine nor treatment could save him; only a pill refined by a high-level Alchemist could do that. As a physician, she had no means to help, but his family kept kowtowing and pleading, saying that their entire household depended on him. If he died, none of them could survive. They begged Xiao Yi Xian to lend a hand and said they would accept the outcome, whether he lived or died. They only wanted one last chance.
With them pleading like that, Xiao Yi Xian gritted her teeth and took the case. Knowing the family was poor, she did not even charge for the herbs she had gathered herself. She only asked them to cover the cost of the herbs she had to buy, and they could repay her gradually.
After contributing a precious herb she had brought back from the poison master's ruins and using every means at her disposal, she finally managed to drag him back from death's door after more than half a day. She left instructions-what foods the patient absolutely could not eat, what needed to be done each day, and so on-and demanded that they follow them strictly without violating any restrictions. Then, exhausted, Xiao Yi Xian went back to rest.
She was so exhausted that she had not even