Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 41 - 30 I Wish to See the Hero in His Old Age
Chapter 41: Chapter 30: I Wish to See the Hero in His Old Age
Chapter 41 -30: I Wish to See the Hero in His Old Age
There were still many injured, and they kept coming.
While the Blue-Banner guardsmen could take a temporary rest, Feng Yin was constantly working, preparing the medicine while attuning his use of the Spiritual Transformation Technique.
He tried dispersing spiritual power evenly in the medicinal soup, but it had no effect. A slight feeling of frustration welled up inside Feng Yin. He realized something: it seemed that he needed to condense the spiritual power into a sphere for it to be stored for a period of time?
As for why they had to be condensed into spheres?
Feng Yin couldn’t figure that out, but he didn’t feel the need to understand it immediately. If he couldn’t figure it out, he’d just make spheres in the future. It’s that simple.
Time was slipping away…
From a distance, dust billowed up as a large number of mounted troops approached.
The leading figure in a flowing blue robe, seemingly floating above the ground, arrived in an instant. It wasn’t He Bibiqu… but who else could it be?
Wu Tiejun was trailing behind, racing wildly and drenched in sweat.
“Mister Feng, this time, I’m afraid I really must trouble you,” said He Bibiku, his smile warm and pleasant. Despite just having been in a great battle, there was no trace of murderous intent about him. He appeared clean and relaxed, with a gentle smile.
“He Lao, have you been using your inner strength?” Feng Yin, with the continuous practice of the Spiritual Transformation Technique, had become more sensitive to changes in someone’s energy flow.
“My injury is nothing serious,” said He Bibiqu.
By the time their conversation had ended, Wu Tiejun had already arrived, drenched in sweat. Anxiously, he asked, “Brother Feng, how are the injured brothers I brought earlier…”
By the time he finished speaking, his voice was slightly trembling.
It was clear that Wu Tiejun knew too well that those ambushed earlier were seriously injured. Perhaps about ten of them seemed to have no hope of survival.
Despite his extensive battle experience and understanding of the sacrifices made, despite knowing the phrase ‘One successful general owes ten thousand piles of bones,’ when the news hit him, he still hoped desperately against hope that he wouldn’t have to receive bad news.
He held onto the slim hope that Mister Feng would miraculously heal them all!
Even though he knew in his heart it was impossible— Eh?
“They’re all alive, none of them are in immediate danger. Is your great army retreating? Done with the battle? How many injured do you have this time? Give me an estimate,” Feng Yin asked sternly.
“They’re all alive? They’re… they’re all alive!!! ”
Wu Tiejun exclaimed in surprise, his face filled with shock, as if doubting his own hearing.
He stammered: “Really, they… they’re all… still alive?”
His voice was very soft, and his face was tensed to the point of stiffness.
“They’re alive! Not a single one died!”
Feng Yin affirmed with a nod.
“Wow!!!”
Wu Tiejun immediately erupted with joy, his mouth wide open in a wild laugh. He was so excited that he didn’t even pay attention to Feng Yin’s following questions. He enthusiastically smacked Fei Xinyu, who was covered in injuries: “They’re all alive, they’re all okay, did you hear that? Did you hear that?”
Fei Xinyu’s whole body trembled from the pain, nearly fainting. He immediately cursed: “Could you stop hitting my wounds, you idiot? While others are alive, I might die from your slapping…It’s so damn unlucky. Those Black Feather Hawks were all targeting me. I didn’t harm their ancestors or dig their graves… What did I do to them? They must be sick!”
He Bibiqu rolled his eyes skyward.
Did you really not have any idea why the enemy was targeting you so desperately?
Wu Tiejun was so joyful he could jump, but at the height of his excitement, a sudden thought crossed his mind…
So, he straightened up, his spirit surging, and with a “puff”, rid himself of all the dirt on his body. He instinctively adjusted his hat, arranged his fluttering scarf, straightened his collar, lined up his buttons, and smoothed out his wrinkles…
Finally, his feet stood together, and even his shoes were clean.
The joy on his face disappeared completely, leaving his face expressionless, solemn, and stately.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed from elated to imposing and neat. Serious and just.
What a regular little captain of the Rainbow Guards!
He walked into the house with hands clasped behind his back, oozing with official prestige. His steps were unhurried and steady, obviously going to visit his injured brothers…
Soon after, Wu Tiejun’s dignified and reserved voice came out, “Brothers, are you all okay? Hmm, hmm, rest well. Great Qin needs you, the country needs you…”
“Well… he’s seriously weird.”
A twitch appeared on He Bibiqu’s face as he watched Wu Tiejun’s retreating figure, lost for words.
His evaluation of his subordinate had suddenly taken a nosedive!
Watching Wu Tiejun’s back, Fei Xinyu mumbled and cursed, “This habit of showing off, I wonder which of his ancestors passed it down… A mother pig’s ass likes to be cut, he’s addicted to showing off… ”
…
“He Lao, you’re a sensible person, you know what’s important. Give it to me straight, how many injured are you estimating in the next wave?” asked Feng Yin.
“At least a hundred or so,” sighed He Bibiqu, “And that’s not including the soldiers… If we add the soldiers, it could be up to three hundred.”
“That many still?”
Startled, Feng Yin said, “Then I’m running short of medication; I haven’t had this many injured in a year, and my reserve is almost depleted.”
“I’ll send people to buy it, you just focus on making the medicine!”
He Bibiqu waved his hand generously, “Just tell me what you need, don’t be shy.”
“I have a list here. Also, in my branch of medical knowledge, do note that good medicine tastes bitter, so rhubarb is beneficial in larger quantities. If it’s convenient, could you help me purchase a bit more?”
“No problem, not a problem at all.”
“Wu Tiejun!”
“Present!”
He Bibiqu issued an order, and the already seriously visiting Wu Tiejun was like a horse let loose, hurriedly sent out to do the work.
“Go ahead.”
“Finally got rid of that jerk.”
He Bibiqu also sighed in relief.
From a distance, Wu Tiejun shouted, “Sir, I’m broke.”
“Go borrow!”
He Bibiqu roared. He felt like hanging himself. In front of so many people, you claim to be broke. Where do you want me to put my face?
“I have nowhere to borrow from!”
Wu Tiejun continued his outcry.
He was helpless too, any potential money lenders are lying in the clinic. Who do you expect me to borrow from?
“Go rob, then!”
He Bibiqu looked like his anger is about to burst from his temples.
“Sir, that’s wrong…”
Wu Tiejun called out from afar.
Klang!
He Bibiqu drew his sword and ran towards him!
Let no one stop me, I must kill him today!
Seeing things going south, Wu Tiejun turned around and ran.
He Bibiqu stood there, long knife in hand, took a while before sheathing his sword. His eyes scanned around, preparing to vent his anger on someone else.
He was boiling with murderous intent.
Fei Xinyu was tiptoeing along the wall, not daring to make any noise. He clamped his butt tight, not daring to let out even a fart.
He was certain, the moment he opened his mouth, this sword would fall on him.
This was a certainty beyond all doubt.
As for insulting others… I, Fei Xinyu never badmouth others!
I never speak foul language!
…
The injured arrived quickly, amounting to nearly two hundred people in total; then the injured from the military also slowly started coming.
General Ma Qiange had sent a large gift that was addressed to Physician Feng. It was said that not receiving the gift would mean looking down on him or something like that.
How could Feng Yin look down on General Ma?
So, he accepted without hesitation.
The majority of the injuries were physical. Internal injuries were rare, but those who had internal injuries were in great danger; according to past experience, even if they luckily survived, their Martial Artist path would be halted, or their strength greatly deteriorated.
Only those with such injuries could understand its severity, each face was as dark and gloomy as night, without any vitality.
All the able-bodied men in blue came to help, working efficiently and with experience, quickly setting up many large tents around the clinic, and countless beds along the wall.
Feng Yin started brewing medicine, but he ran out of effective herbs for external injuries.
For now, they had to rely on medicinal supplies the group gathered to temporarily manage. Thankfully, everyone was a Martial Artist. While not being constantly injured, none were unfamiliar with injury, many carried spare medicines on them for emergencies.
For those with internal injuries, Feng Yin, with his experience, began handing out black pills to help stabilize their injuries.
He Bibiqu had a mix of curiosity and pain on his face.
“This… is that medicine?”
“How is that possible?”
Feng Yin said, “These are some failed experiments… they have medicinal effects, but compared to the one you had previously, they are at least ten times worse. The main purpose is to stimulate the life potential of the user. As long as the vitality remains, there will be a will to live. It temporarily keeps their life hanging on by a thread. It doesn’t do much for injury recovery, and continued treatment relies on each person using their own Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for self-recovery. To put it bluntly, the feeling is akin to taking a potent stimulant…”
He Bibiqu nodded, took a look at the remaining pills, and swallowed one to test the effect.
As expected, the effect of the medicine was nearly ten times weaker than the previous one.
His old injury hardly reacted before the effect of the medicine disappeared.
He sighed, “What a pity, what a pity. Although it was also a good medicine, it was ultimately a bit lacking.”
This is the vivid demonstration of the saying that going from a life of luxury to a life of poverty was hard, while the other way around was easier. If this had happened before, any medicine that could have the slightest effect on He Bibiqu’s chronic disease would have been considered divine medicine, extremely valuable. But after experiencing the previous miracle pill, something that has a slight sensation felt like nothing at all.
Feng Yin also looked rather disappointed, “It’s more than just a pity, it’s a far cry from my expectations. The biggest problem now is that I can’t figure out what went wrong and where to even begin fixing it!”
He Bibiqu’s understanding of medicine was limited to his self-knowledge as a Martial Artist, he didn’t really know much else.
But he did understand the saying ‘a miss of an inch is a miss of a thousand miles’.
He couldn’t help but comfort, “Take it slow, take it slow. This kind of thing can’t be rushed, haste makes waste. You’re still young. Patience and persistence will wear down resistance. You’ll definitely fully understand the secrets of your ancestral medicine one day.”
Seeing all his subordinates and the fifty or so injured soldiers more or less stabilized, with no bad reactions, He Bibiqu let out a long sigh of relief.
“Brother Feng, thank you!”
He Bibiqu spoke emotionally and seriously.
The ‘Mister Feng’ from before progressed further to ‘Brother Feng’.
“Doctors are the saviors of the world. It’s only natural. The medical profession is vast and helps the sick.”
Feng Yin smiled faintly, “At least I was able to fulfill my duty, providing some help for these soldiers who fight for our country. I hope to see heroes grow old, not to see the fighters for our country dimming out like this.”
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Upon saying this, his heart couldn’t help but heat up, sighing, “These soldiers should establish their achievements, so they could leave their name in the history. Only then they can match their sincere hearts.”
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[I fell while running this morning. I didn’t really land hard, but I stumbled into a dance group. Nearly crawled into their crotch, rather embarrassing. An old man patted my belly and asked me to join them in dancing.]
