When Lei Yuan and Ye Zhiqiu brought Chu Xisheng back to the martial academy, Jian Zangfeng and Daoist Zijing, an instructor at the Sorcerer Academy, had both heard the news and were waiting in the Storage Yard where Chu Xisheng lived.
Chu Yunyun was there too. She stood in a corner of the room, her face pale and her delicate brows tightly knitted, watching Chu Xisheng with immense concern, just like a younger sister worried about her elder brother's injuries.
Daoist Zijing held Chu Xisheng's left wrist, his eyes closed as he concentrated fully on sensing his pulse.
He was not only a Sixth Grade Spellcaster with profound cultivation, but also a renowned physician in Xiushui Commandery.
"Fortunately, his internal organs are all intact. Only his lungs have suffered slight damage."
After a little under a quarter of an hour, Daoist Zijing took out a purple talisman, dissolved it in water, and fed it to Chu Xisheng.
Chu Xisheng smacked his lips and discovered that this talisman concoction was actually sweet, with a medicinal flavor.
-The material of this talisman had actually been compounded from various medicinal herbs, with several kinds of talismans that helped nourish Primordial Qi imprinted on it.
No wonder they were called "medicinal talismans." They were actually a variation on medicinal pills.
As soon as Chu Xisheng drank it, he felt considerably better all over.
The sense of depletion inside him diminished considerably, and the strength and True Essence throughout his limbs and bones gradually recovered.
Daoist Zijing then performed a Daoist Art to mend Chu Xisheng's wounds.
He formed a Spirit Art seal with both hands, then pressed one hand against Chu Xisheng's chest. Within moments, countless flesh buds sprouted inside Chu Xisheng's wounds.
The gashes left by blades and swords soon closed and knit