Azure Heaven Saber

"Hey, hey, hey... There is none right now."

Feng Yin quickly tapped on the creature's head and hastily pulled back.

But it gripped tightly and didn't let go, stretching out quite long...

Only then did it finally let go with a 'biu' sound.

The little creature whined, looking at him with aggrieved eyes. Sticking out its small tongue, it licked its lips, appearing voraciously hungry.

Are you lying? There was food clearly. Why have you said there is none?

"Oh my ancestors..."

Feng Yin hurriedly prepared some porridge again, this time without adding the marrows cleansing pill.

There needs to be a trial if unrefined food would suffice as well, we aren't from a rich family after all.

Then, after eating a mouthful, the creature directly spat it out, its cute wide eyes widened even more, appearing upset as it stared at Feng Yin.

This time something was missing... What was it?

"..."

Feng Yin was momentarily speechless, you even recognized this tiny difference, that was a marrows cleansing pill. If you want to eat it in every meal, where can I get all those marrows cleansing pill for you? Do you want to bankrupt me?

You should know, you, old man, need to eat seven or eight meals a day...

However, facing those beautiful eyes staring at him, Feng Yin readily admitted defeat. He pulled a wry face, crushed a yuan-power pill, and stirred it into the porridge.

As expected, it savored every bite this time, gobbling up the food like the wind sweeping through clouds.

"So, you don't just eat porridge with the marrows cleansing pill, you can eat everything... but the condition is, this thing needs to be good, at least it must have a yuan-power pill."

Feng Yin weakly laid on the chair, with a lifeless expression: "Where's your mom? Hurry up and let her take you away... I can't afford to keep you, I really can't. I barely get by. Seven or eight pills a day... Isn't this forcing me to become a murderer?"

"Yeeoow~"

The creature affectionately rubbed its fluffy head against Feng Yin's hand.

It licked its front paw, then proceeded to Feng Yin's hand, tickling him.

Its tiny tail was most flexible, sweeping back and forth on Feng Yin's hand.

Feng Yin couldn't help but soften his heart, he held it in his hand, only its head and two big eyes peered out. He said helplessly: "Who let me be such a compassionate hitman... Fine, I guess I must keep you."

The little creature looked at him innocently, softly crying out: "Yeeoow, yeeoow..."

Its tender voice was almost inaudible, childish and innocent, but it touched Feng Yin's heart deeply.

It lifted a tender paw, waving and scratching Feng Yin's hand. Curiously exploring, it then looked up, its voice wavering: "Yeeoow..."

"Hehe... don't worry, I wouldn't dispose of you."

The little creature cried out even more happily: "Yeeoow, yeeoow..."

"It's fine, I mean what I say."

"Yeeoow, yeeoow..." The creature kept on crying out.

"Feeling happy? Ha-ha... oh no, damn it!"

A soft 'poof' sound.

Feng Yin was now holding a handful of poop, his face instantly twisted.

"It stinks to high heavens... "

The creature looked at him aggrieved. I have reminded you so many times... You just wouldn't listen. If you wait until I can't hold it, who can you blame?

After cleaning up for a while, Feng Yin was drained.

"So the creature's urgency was because it wanted to defecate... Ah, I have no experience. Being a poop scooper requires practice too."

Feng Yin regretted deeply. He could have avoided this.

...

As day broke, the small town suddenly became noisy; the morning wind arrived, bringing along a flurry of noises.

The loud bugle sound echoed from all sides.

That was the force from the Great Qin which had started to set up camp here since yesterday.

It seemed they were rallied, ready to move today.

After a while, the clattering sounds of footsteps echoed all around, striking awe.

Countless valiant men came out of their doors, expressionlessly watching the solemn military force pass by.

A figure in green appeared.

Wu Tiejun appeared at the junction, he walked briskly towards Feng Yin's shop, his face full of urgency.

Behind him was another person in green, with a clear complexion. However, the cuffs and collar of this person were surprisingly embroidered with two golden lines, with a golden sword in the middle.

The stride was steady.

Feng Yin placed the creature on the bed and went to open the door.

The creature obviously didn't want to sleep anymore, it was filled up and started to shuffle about, its four short legs moving non-stop.

Rolled over, fell, got up, rolled over again...

The little creature, although newborn, was always trying to get back up after falling...

After a few attempts, it moved forward slightly.

Although it was only a slight difference, the little creature was truly amazed. Wow... did I move a bit?

It was as if he had opened the door to a new world, making him redouble his efforts.

The first target, pointed directly at the large pillow over there.

"Yi wu yi wu..."

The little fellow wrestles non-stop, presumably until he's tried himself out...

Thus, the bedsheet didn't last long without looking like a battlefield of several people.

...

The moment Feng Yin pushed open the door, Wu Tiejun and the other man in blue just arrived at the entrance to the Good Heart Clinic, raising their hand to knock.

"You're just on time, Sir?" Wu Tiejun was surprised. Wasn't this too coincidental?

"Just a coincidence. Isn't this the opening time?" Feng Yin responded with a pleasant smile.

Of course, he would not say he had seen them through the crack in the door.

Wu Tiejun looked at Feng Yin with a sense of uncertainty, always feeling that there was something different about the young man's aura after just one day.

Yesterday, when Wu Tiejun had visited, the youth was quite nervous.

But today, he seemed much more confident and gave off a 'Miracle Doctor is present, rejuvenation is near' vibe.

What's going on?

Meanwhile, the man in the blue robe next to Wu Tiejun, with deep-set eyes, watched Feng Yin keenly with a certain degree of scrutiny and doubt.

Feng Yin could feel a cold chill down his spine, as if every inch of him inside and out was being seen through.

A sense of authority radiated towards him.

Feng Yin felt a momentary chill, suspecting that the old man's identity might not be simple.

A big shot indeed.

Feng Yin took a breath, asking, "Team Leader Wu, are you here so early because you're preparing to set off?"

Wu Tiejun nodded with a smile, standing tall and straight like a pine, with not a wrinkle visible on his uniform.

Even the knot tied around his waist was neat and orderly.

He said in a deep voice, "We are about to set off, this sudden incident took place not far from here, I estimate that the injured will be sent here tomorrow or the day after... this includes not only the travelers but also the soldiers."

Feng Yin frowned, saying, "If there are too many people, I'm afraid I won't be able to manage."

"There won't be that many."

Wu Tiejun said, "But anyone sent here will be at least half dead or even worse... please do your best to preserve their lives... Even if there is not enough time to heal them, please do your best to sustain them."

Feng Yin nodded, "I will naturally do my utmost. But I must remind that there are limits to human power, some injuries are bound to cause death, and I don't have the ability to revive the dead."

Wu Tiejun nodded, "Life and death are fated, we do understand that."

The old man in the blue robe interjected, sounding a bit serious. "Young man, you indeed have some confidence. Do you mean that as long as the injuries are not beyond salvation, they can have a chance of survival under your care?"

Feng Yin smiled and said, "Sir, you're joking. I didn't mean it that way. I can only promise to do my best. Everything else depends on their fate."

"Oh? Fate?"

"Both of you are familiar with life and death situations. You should understand that injury reactions differ from person to person. The same injury on different people can have different outcomes. One person may survive with this injury, but another person with the same injury may not survive due to different physical conditions. "

"Also, resilience differs. For example, if someone's belly is cut open, the intestines are broken. This type of injury may not necessarily be fatal, but if a person has poor resilience and thinks they cannot survive, then under this subconscious, when they give up on their will to live, there is truly no hope of survival."

"So all I can say is, I will do my utmost."

"That makes sense."

The old man pondered for a moment, "What does subconscious mean? Does it refer to one's self-belief that they can't survive?"

"You could say that."

Feng Yin replied, "Some people remain open-minded even when they are terminally ill, while others become suspicious and fearful with a minor illness. The former usually have a vibrant life force and can fight for their lives to the greatest extent, while the latter often weaken their vitality, hence shortening their own lifespan."

"I see. You are truly insightful. I have gained a lot from your profound words."

The old man in blue looked thoughtful and his expressions became a bit more serious, abandoning his initial condescending attitude.

Obviously, he was starting to believe that Feng Yin is indeed skillful.

As for fully believing, that was naturally impossible at this stage, as he had not yet witnessed Feng Yin's medical skills personally. Only saying but not practicing might just be an empty show.

Hearsay from those adventurers couldn't convince him. He even thought those praises were like a swindler's tricks.

Wu Tiejun was either gullible or easily deceived.

But the old man? How could he be easily deceived?

Seeing the old man's softened expression, Wu Tiejun turned to Feng Yin and said, "There is also a second matter... This is my... an elder who has suffered from internal injuries for many years. He has held his ground in this secret realm due to his strong will, but his injuries have been unhealed for more than thirty years. Could you have a look, even a temporary relief would be great."

Feng Yin nodded and said in a deep voice, "Could the old sir extend his hand out so that I could take his pulse?"

At this point, Feng Yin was not afraid at all.

The suspicion and scrutiny in the old man's eyes were clear to Feng Yin.

And the old man in blue was somewhat intentional in his attempts to intimidate Feng Yin with his aura. His intention to "expose this fraud in front of him" was well understood by Feng Yin.

But... ha ha ha, you might have frightened me yesterday, but today... heh heh heh, now I am a true miracle doctor.

You want to expose me? Even gods can't do it now!

Just watch how I leave you stunned!

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