The Silly Alchemist

Alvin (3)

"Sir, this is a little weird. Sheng City has always let refugees come and go as they please. Back then, Sheng City would've let all of them in, no matter how many refugees," said Alvin.

Everything Alvin said was true, it wasn't a myth. Back then, Sheng City would've allowed any number of refugees in. This was the first time they hadn't.

There must be a reason for that.

The outer layer of Sheng City comprised of a few small towns. When it came to the centre of Sheng City however, no one was allowed entry - not even the believers.

Not only that, anyone with a sharp eye could tell that within the alchemy formation, there were even some of Sheng City's followers and clergies, also isolated from everyone else.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's some sort of plague here…" Ye Lang muttered, frowning.

"A plague?!" everyone shouted. That was the word that spread fear within the people, definitely one that people would not like to hear.

"That's right." said a group of centaurs wearing masks and white protective suits, appearing in front of Ye Lang.

"One of the refugees brought an unknown disease here. Something even our holy healing powers cannot cure. Our doctors are working on an antidote as we speak," they explained.

Knowledge was important in this great land of alchemy. The people here knew how to protect themselves from diseases, teaching others how to do so. They knew they how important precautionary measures were- even their protective equipment had purifying alchemy formations on them.

"Have you people not found it yet? Let me have a look," Ye Lang frowned. How could he ignore such a problem?

"You? Enter? I think not! You all better leave right now for your safety. We don't need anyone else getting infected," the medics replied after a while.

They saw a rich prince in Ye Lang and thought that he could not comprehend the true horrors of a plague. They figured that he'd get infected the moment he stepped foot in the city.

For someone who did not know how dire the situation was, they wanted to teach him a lesson and let him straight in. However, the stakes were simply too high for them to do something so careless.

However, they didn't consider the idea of Ye Lang being able to assist them in finding a solution to the problem. If they were to let him intervene, there'd be a better chance of coming up with a solution for the infected.

"They're right sir, a plague is no joke. We should let the doctors do their jobs. Sheng City has the best doctors in the world. If these doctors are unable to heal them, then no one else can," Alvin responded nervously.

It is just as Alvin had said. If the best doctors in the world couldn't do anything, no one could. Sheng City not only filled with the best doctors but also light magicians who knew how to heal.

Few people possessed light-type attributes. As a result, when a person of this type was discovered, they were sent straight to Sheng City to become clergies.

In this world, being a clergy was seen as an honour. The rich and even the royal families would send their children down this glorious path to becoming a clergy. Better yet, the church was not part of any specific country, so these people were free to roam across the lands.

Light-type healing attributes have always been the strongest kinds of healers. Naturally, these people tend to be the best healers in the world. Most of these people were a part of the church, making the church the world's strongest healing organization.

Therefore, people with rare or incurable diseases often went to Sheng City in hopes of a cure.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Ye Lang shrugged. He didn't care about Sheng City's reputation of having the best healers, nor did he care if he was better than them. All he wanted to do was to save lives as a medic.

Even with limited abilities as a medic, they were expected to treat a patient as best they could. After all, that is the duty of a medic.

Of course, one should never overestimate one's abilities. We shouldn't bite off more than we can chew. At the end of the day, we can only do our best to help someone.

"Sir, things like illness are always uncertain. Besides, you aren't going to be of any help so why bother?" said Alvin.

To Alvin and the others, there was no way Ye Lang could be of help. After all, he was just a rich kid. Even if he knew how to help others, there was no way that it'd be up to the standards of the professionals in Sheng City.

In truth, even if Alvin and the others knew Ye Lang could, they'd stop him on the spot. They'd want him to reconsider if he would give up his life to save others. Stepping in there would be extremely dangerous.

Not all the healers of Sheng City were there. Some of them were needed elsewhere, but most of them just wanted to avoid the risk of contracting the plague. At the end of the day, most of us care about our own lives more than the lives of others.

This was simply human nature, which was normal in the eyes of many. The healers were honoured by others due to their willingness to sacrifice themselves.

Alvin still had something to say, but before he had the chance, the people of Sheng City had already stopped Ye Lang.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it is still wise to listen to him and stay out of this. You wouldn't be able to do anything even if you were there!"

The people of Sheng City didn't think Ye Lang could help them.

"I can help! I have medical skills too!" exclaimed Ye Lang.

"Well…if you insist, we will not stop you. Nothing will change, with or without your help!" replied the people.

This kid was so persistent and stubborn that he simply would not change his mind no matter what. Just leave him be, it was his life after all. No one could stop him.