The surgery went smoothly, and the patient was saved.
The door was pushed open from the inside with a creak. Luan Wencheng immediately looked up as Feng Luan walked out, wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
"Divine Doctor Feng..."
He anxiously inquired about his subordinate's condition. Nan Shiying raised a hand to interrupt him, her voice still as clear and cool as ever: "Alive!"
She stated the situation concisely.
Luan Wencheng's tightly drawn brows finally relaxed. The exhaustion he had been desperately suppressing, hidden deep within, completely revealed itself the moment his mind finally let go.
These past three months of fleeing had truly left him mentally drained.
Nan Shiying paid him no mind. She took out some wound-healing medicine from her懷 and tossed it into Luan Wencheng's hand: "Change the dressing every three days, and it will heal in half a month."
She then had Qing Zhu write a prescription and handed it to him.
"Decoct it, boil five bowls of water down to one. Take it for the first week, twice daily, morning and evening. For the second week, take it every other day, twice every two days."
"Before meals!"
Nan Shiying gave instructions for post-operative care and medication, clearly with no intention of personally attending to it.
Luan Wencheng put away the prescription and medicine, bowed deeply and sincerely. Regardless of her reasons for providing treatment, he felt deeply grateful.
After all, it was he who had led his brothers into Xiling County, and it was his miscalculation that led to them being ambushed, forcing his brothers to flee with him.
Nan Shiying waved her hand, raising her eyebrows and blinking her dry eyes.
She had overused her eyes.
She raised her hand again and rubbed her eyelids, feeling that physical rubbing couldn't alleviate the soreness in her eyes. She then walked towards her room.
Luan Wencheng watched her leave and intended to enter the room to check on his subordinate. Just as he pushed the door open a crack, a pair of fair, delicate hands from inside held the door panel. Through the gap, Luan Wencheng saw the young girl who called Feng Luan "Little Martial Uncle." The girl held the door and said to him, "You cannot visit for half an hour."
Luan Wencheng didn't ask why. He lowered his hand and took a step back. Qing Yuan then closed the door again.
Seeing that he couldn't get in for a while, Luan Wencheng went downstairs. Most of the debris from the door downstairs had been cleared. The innkeeper, seeing the leader of these people come down from upstairs, hurried forward to demand compensation.
That was a door made of pear wood, and the wood had been cut by his great-great-grandfather from Medicine King Valley, making it deeply significant, far beyond that of an ordinary door.
Seeing the innkeeper wanting to extend the topic back several hundred years, Luan Wencheng, with a blank face, ended it with a single move: "Fifty taels of silver, is that enough?"
The innkeeper paused for two seconds and continued recounting the rise and fall of his inn.
"One hundred taels!"
"Let me tell you..."
"Two hundred taels!"
"You..."
"I'm not paying!"
Hearing this, the innkeeper quickly made a decision: "Two hundred taels, I'll just take a small loss!"
He even sighed as he said it.
Luan Wencheng thought this man had the potential to be a unscrupulous merchant, utterly shameless.
He took out his token, shaved off a corner with his knife, and then threw it to the innkeeper: "It's pure gold, this piece alone is worth two hundred taels."
It was the token of a divine constable from the Dali Temple, cast in pure gold. This piece was probably about ten taels.
The innkeeper bit it with his teeth, but couldn't bite it. With a beaming smile, he pocketed the gold and signaled a waiter to bring him a pot of tea.
"Guest, you must be tired from your journey and thirsty. Here's a pot of tea to quench your thirst."
The innkeeper smiled brilliantly.
Luan Wencheng cupped his hands in thanks.
Zhuge Qingfeng, carrying his saber, walked up to Luan Wencheng and sat down casually. He hadn't seen what had happened and was now very curious.
Who exactly was pursuing them all the way to Medicine King Valley, and even more audaciously, attempting to kill someone within Medicine King Valley?
This situation was truly rare in a century.