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Chapter 398 Wounded Camp

West Street Wounded Camp was like a large, crowded courtyard.

There were so many wounded that the beds in the lobby and corridors were packed tightly together, leaving only room for people to pass through.

Shen Yao observed some of the rooms, and they were all shared sleeping areas.

Some of the wounded had relatives to take care of them, while others did not.

The wounded in the camp had all sorts of injuries: missing limbs, blind and deaf, damaged organs...

Most of them were newly wounded, their wounds had only been treated simply, and they were all pale and listless, lying in their hospital beds waiting for treatment.

The evil cultivation methods are vicious, and many of the wounded soldiers' wounds are infected with poison.

The self-healing ability of a mid-level cultivator is far inferior to that of a high-level cultivator.

Mid- to low-level cultivators without a wood spirit root have even lower self-healing ability and are unable to grow new limbs or organs.

Most of the wounded soldiers' wounds had worsened and were oozing pus.

The stench of decay emanated from the festering wounds, mingled with the smell of blood, and hung in the air.

In the past, when she was slaughtering evil cultivators and building cities, Shen Yao had no empathy for them. She felt that she was doing justice for heaven and did not feel that it was cruel.

Seeing the grieved and miserable state of her fellow righteous cultivators, she felt a deep pang of pity and only wanted to save them as soon as possible.

Now, Shen Yao's family are all top cultivators in the world, possessing absolute strength, fearless of conspiracies and tricks, and have no need to hide their original spiritual power.

She and Tu Xiaoxiao directly used the Wood Spirit Source Power to treat the wounded, help them regenerate severed limbs, and restore their sight and hearing...

Feng Yu held the child in one arm and performed surgery with the other to participate in the rescue.

The camp was filled with cries of gratitude. The healed cultivators and their families knelt down and kowtowed, thanking the Fox Emperor, the two pharmacists, and the True God Sect for their treatment.

The wounded who had not yet received treatment no longer looked utterly despondent; their faces were filled with anticipation.

Shen Yao and Feng Yu were both mistaken for pharmacists sent by the True God Sect.

They didn't explain that in the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, and their cultivation is high enough that they don't need worldly fame.

Amidst the radiant green light, Shen Yao was simultaneously treating four wounded individuals.

One of the female immortals who received treatment slowly opened her eyes after pulling down her blindfold: "I can see now!"

Her face lit up with joy, and her voice was filled with excitement: "My eyes are better, pharmacist, thank you!"

Shen Yao continued casting her spells, giving her a faint smile and nodding in response.

The female immortal whose eyes had been healed was a chatterbox. After thanking Shen Yao profusely with pleasant words, she asked for her name: "My name is Deng Hua. May I ask how the pharmacist is addressed?"

Shen Yao replied, "My surname is Shen."

Upon learning the surname, Deng Hua was even happier: "Pharmacist Shen, thank you so much. I thought I would be blind for a long time to come."

Shen Yao smiled faintly and said, "It's all better now, you don't need to worry anymore."

She responded to every word he said, and Deng Hua's fondness for her increased dramatically: "Pharmacist Shen, we hit it off immediately, why don't we become sworn sisters?"

A female immortal who had just grown legs chimed in, "Hey Deng Hua, why are you going around making friends with everyone? Can't you see that Pharmacist Shen is busy? You keep bothering her with your chatter."

Deng Hua, being very easygoing, turned to Shen Yao after hearing the female immortal's words and asked, "Pharmacist Shen, did I disturb you?"

Another wounded soldier was cured, and Shen Yao took a moment to reply to her: "It's alright, it's alright."

Deng Hua raised his chin at the female immortal: "Did you hear that? Pharmacist Shen said not to disturb us."

The female immortal turned her head to the side and muttered to herself, "What Shen the Pharmacist said was clearly fine, but it was just a way of disturbing me."

Deng Hua then said to Shen Yao with a smile, "Pharmacist Shen, it's settled then. We'll burn incense and become sworn brothers after you finish your shift."

Shen Yao was focused on treating a male cultivator whose spleen had ruptured, and only gave a perfunctory smile.

In the noisy hall, a radical male voice suddenly rang out: "I said I don't want him to treat me, and none of you are allowed to let him treat me."

All the cultivators in the hall looked toward the source of the sound.

It seemed as if a cultivator was advising him: "Zhang Tie, are you out of your mind? He's the Demon Emperor!"

The radical male voice raised its volume: "So what if he's the Demon Emperor? We are immortal cultivators, we cannot associate with demons. I would rather die than let him cure me."

"If you have any backbone left, don't accept treatment from demon cultivators. Demons are just inferior beasts!"

These words were truly excessive. Shen Yao immediately understood that the male cultivator named Zhang Tie was making things difficult for Tu Xiaoxiao.

"Wait for me a moment." She withdrew her healing spell and ran to the far right of the hall.

On the far right side of the hall, there was a room. Tu Xiaoxiao stood at the door, gritting her teeth and suppressing her murderous intent.

If circumstances allowed, he would have torn Zhang Tie to pieces right now.

A cultivator who had just been healed by Tu Xiaoxiao spoke up for him, saying, "Zhang Tie, what are you saying? Immortals and demons are living in peace now, don't try to create division!"

Some cultivators who had seen Tu Xiaoxiao's graceful figure on the battlefield spoke up for him: "The Fox Emperor has risked his life on the battlefield over the years, saving many of our clansmen. Zhang Tie, you should apologize to the Fox Emperor."

Zhang Tie, leaning on his cane, blocked his brothers' sickbeds: "Hmph, apologize to the demon? Why should we? Who knows what evil intentions he's harboring? Maybe he used some kind of sorcery when he was treating you, and you'll all be controlled by him from now on."

He didn't know if it was a real tiger or if he assumed the fox demon wouldn't dare touch him for the sake of peace between the two races, so he went further and further: "You lowly demon, what exactly is your purpose in lurking among our immortal race?"

As Shen Yao approached, he continued to incite the crowd: "Don't believe him, everyone. Maybe the evil cultivator who broke through a few days ago was let in by him."

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. Tu Xiaoxiao's fox-like eyes turned into vertical pupils as she stared intently at him, almost unable to resist the urge to throw him out.

Zhang Tie noticed the change in his pupils and pointed at his eyes, shouting, "Look at his eyes! A demon beast is a demon beast, with inferior bloodline, unable to control itself!"

"Treat him or not, it's up to you!" Shen Yao said angrily, pulling Tu Xiaoxiao away. "Let's go. We won't treat this ungrateful thing even if he begs us for treatment in the future."

Zhang Tie persisted, leaping in front of Shen Yao on his crutch and blocking her way, saying, "You can't leave. You're a pharmacist sent by the True God Sect; you have to heal me."

He made his demand with a clear conscience: "Not only must I be cured, but all my brothers must also be cured."

“If we brothers are not cured even slightly, I will go to the True God Doctor Clinic to complain about you.”

Feng Yu also carried the child and came down from the second floor.

He could hear the arguing conversation clearly.

Feng Yu grabbed Zhang Tie and threw him back onto the hospital bed: "We are not pharmacists from the Real Divine Doctor's Clinic. We were just kindly passing by and offering a helping hand. Obviously, someone like you is not worth saving."

His fierce gaze made Zhang Tie flinch.

"My wife, let's go."

He turned around and gently nudged Tu Xiaoxiao: "Go back first."

There are still many wounded soldiers in the camp waiting for treatment.

Some of the wounded blamed Zhang Tie, while others pleaded, "Pharmacist, pharmacist, don't go, please help us."

We finally got to see the pharmacist, and the treatment was so quick. If he had left, who knows how long we would have had to wait for the next rescue.

The wounded seeking medical help formed a circle, blocking their way and begging them not to leave.

A female cultivator who had heard of Shen Yao's surname grabbed her sleeve and said, "Pharmacist Shen, don't go. That cultivator is blind, but we didn't do anything wrong."

The cultivators immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, Pharmacist Shen, don't go! Please help us with your husband!"

"Please help us."