I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"The injury is serious. It would be bad if it left a lasting health problem. Tianyun Sect doesn't even have a doctor. You're just an amateur. Are you reliable?"

“Tianyun Sect disciples are not easily injured, and the academy has taught basic medical skills, so everyone must carry medicine when going out on missions. However, because of the special circumstances of the Xue residence, a medical practitioner was brought along this time.”

In short, the disciples of Jiuwanli are not good enough, they can't compare to Tianyun Sect, and they are always getting injured, so they have to bring a doctor with them wherever they go.

He An understood the implication in those words, and he couldn't stand it. He immediately replied, "Isn't it because Tianyun Sect is so poor that they can't even afford a doctor? Speaking of which, Fan Zhiyi received a favor from my young master last time. That doctor's medical skills were quite good, weren't they?"

Fan Zhiyi, who was inexplicably dragged into the battlefield, was full of questions. Why did this situation seem so familiar? No, I'm a patient. I need to get treatment as soon as possible. Can't you take care of my life or death?

The two looked at Fan Zhiyi at the same time, and Fan Zhiyi gave an awkward but polite smile.

Lu Changfu maintained his polite smile throughout: "Zhiyi, hurry up and go. I need to come back to see my senior brother after I take you to the camp."

"okay."

"Wait, Fan Zhiyi, are you going to renege on your kindness?" He An grabbed Fan Zhiyi again.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her own perfectly intact arm: "Next time, could you please grab this part of your hand? There's no injury here!"

He paused for a few seconds, then cleared his throat: "You tell me first, are you a grateful person?"

Fan Zhiyi felt this was a doomed question. If he said yes, there were so many people from Yunmen watching that day, and he represented the entire sect. Wouldn't they all come up and kill him? If he said no, He An would definitely continue to cause trouble. What he needed now was treatment!

Fan Zhiyi said, "I think..."

“Look, Fan Zhiyi said he is a grateful person, so in order to repay his kindness, he has to come back with me for 90,000 li.”

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He has no human rights, sob sob sob. I'll go anywhere, just hurry up and finish arguing and take me back.

Fan Zhiyi's head ached even more. He squatted down, choosing to stand between the two who were exchanging words.

Without Bing Nandong, there was naturally no one to hold up a barrier to shield him from the rain, and the drizzling rain would soon soak his clothes, which were already damp from being in the illusion.

When Fan Zhiyi squatted down, he tried to avoid pressing down on the black cat and used his hand to shield it from the rain. This cat master certainly knew how to enjoy life, as it kept rummaging inside Fan Zhiyi's clothes.

Lu Changfu simply smiled at He An's words without replying, as if watching a child throwing a tantrum.

So He An spoke first: "Fan Zhiyi, let's go."

Lu Changfu also said, "Zhiyi, let's go."

Fan Zhiyi was overwhelmed and groaned weakly, "Let's attack from both sides at once, one sect can take care of half of them."

Lu Changfu and He An: "?"

Lu Changfu smiled and said, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, He An immediately grabbed Fan Zhiyi by the collar and made him stand up: "Then let's go, don't waste time!"

Fan Zhiyi was being carried around like a chick, unable to keep up with the pace. Just as he was about to fall, He An quickly grabbed him by the back of his collar: "You're a perfectly normal person, and you can't even walk properly."

Yes, yes, yes, that's right.

Fan Zhiyi was too exhausted to respond, while Lu Changfu followed behind them without saying a word.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi remembered something: "Um, Senior Brother Lu? Where's Xiao Bao?"

Busy trying to survive at the Xue residence, and then falling seriously ill, Fan Zhiyi had no time to think about anything else.

Now that everything has settled down, I suddenly thought of Xiao Bao. The disciples of Tianyun Sect don't have a good impression of Xiao Bao because of me, so I wonder if Xiao Bao is still waiting for me to pick him up in that cabinet.

Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi worried that something might happen to Xiaobao, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

"He's safe and sound, don't worry. We found him in a closet in one of the rooms."

Fan Zhiyi breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Is he currently in the Tianyun Sect's camp?"

"I don't know about that; Nan Dong handled the rest."

It's good that you're alright. Once he's treated his wound, he'll go back and ask Bing Nandong, then find Xiao Bao. He's worried about leaving Xiao Bao alone.

He An listened quietly to their conversation, occasionally beckoning to the disciples behind him, then took an oil-paper umbrella and tossed it to Fan Zhiyi without saying much.

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then thanked him.

After being attacked last time, Jiuwanli's encampment had obviously been renovated. Fan Zhiyi remembered that the layout of the main gate was different from when he last came.

As usual, Fan Zhiyi was invited into the legendary inferior room, received new clothes donated by Jiuwanli, and then met the doctor.

The doctor clearly remembered him too, and the two felt an immediate connection upon seeing each other: "Who's here so late at night? It's you again. Where's the other young man?"

"He has other things to do."

The doctor nodded, and then Fan Zhiyi pulled open his scarred arm, and the doctor unwrapped the gauze wrapped around it.

The wound was so clearly visible to Fan Zhiyi for the first time. Fan Zhiyi felt pain just looking at it. He didn't know he could endure pain so well.

The arm was covered in countless sword wounds and bloodstains, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.

The old man observed for a while and asked, "Are there any other injuries?"

He An said, "I'm asking you, so speak quickly."

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Lu Changfu, who was standing far away from the door. When Lu Changfu saw Fan Zhiyi looking at him, he adjusted the corners of his mouth and returned a reassuring smile.

Fan Zhiyi instantly understood that Lu Changfu wouldn't care about him. He didn't really trust anyone from Tianyun Sect except Bing Nandong, so he stopped worrying about anything else and explained the origin of his injuries, saying that he might have caught a cold and had a fever, but that he was much better now.

Listening to him talk for so long, He An's brows furrowed more and more, and he couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

In order to cure the illness in one go, Fan Zhiyi tried his best to endure the dizziness and explained each symptom clearly.

After all the wounds except the sword wound were treated, the doctor also checked the ring of wounds around Fan Zhiyi's waist and said that Fan Zhiyi's body actually had a pretty good recovery ability.

When it was finally time for the cut on his arm, the doctor first ordered someone to bring over the anesthetic powder that had just been prepared, and had Fan Zhiyi drink it first.

"Your wound is infected. Did someone else treat it before I did?"

Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment. He had applied the medicine himself once, and Bing Nandong seemed to have treated it twice more. The first time should have been when he was unconscious, but the wound started bleeding again, so Bing Nandong had to treat it again. So he nodded.

"You should thank him properly. Otherwise, if you miss the opportunity for treatment, your hand will be ruined. How much pain can you tolerate?"

I've endured all the hardships and difficulties, so this injury is a minor issue: "It's alright."