"Please, you must save Yoimiya! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you if you can save her!"
Yoimiya's father, Nagaharu Ryunosuke, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly lit up with a terrifying glow upon hearing that Feng Yi could stop Yoimiya's bleeding. He grabbed Feng Yi's arm and pleaded desperately.
"It's not convenient here with so many people. Let's go inside first!"
Feng Yi gently patted Ryunosuke's hand, calming his overly agitated and nervous nerves.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
As if grasping a lifesaver, Ryunosuke did as Feng Yi said, quickly leading the way and opening the door for Feng Yi who was carrying Yoimiya.
Arataki Itto hesitated for a moment before following them in.
"Itto, you've come at the perfect time. I need your help with something. Yoimiya has lost too much blood. Could you go to the pharmacy and buy some blood-replenishing medicinal herbs? Here's the list and some Mora!"
Seeing Arataki Itto follow, Feng Yi immediately took out a brush and paper from his Serenitea Pot, listing herbs like Angelica sinensis, Rehmannia glutinosa, Paeonia lactiflora, Ejiao, Polygonum multiflorum, and Longan pulp. He then handed Arataki Itto a bag of Mora and asked him to buy as many as possible.
"Boss Feng Yi, rest assured! This task is on me. When it comes to speed, I've never lost to anyone!"
Arataki Itto took the money bag and the list and strode out of the room. He couldn't bear to see his rival for the title of 'King of Children' die so carelessly in an accidental explosion.
"Old man, do you have any hot water? I need to clean the blood plasma from Yoimiya's wound first..."
After instructing Arataki Itto, Feng Yi turned his gaze to Nagaharu Ryunosuke, who was standing nearby.
"Yes, yes! Please wait a moment, sir. I'll get it for you right away!"
Ryunosuke, unwilling to waste any time, quickly ran towards the kitchen.
While waiting, Feng Yi carefully examined Yoimiya's injuries.
When the explosion occurred, Yoimiya's lower body was in close proximity to the source of the blast, which resulted in such severe trauma.
The muscle tissue of her lower legs had been corroded by the explosives. If it were an ordinary physician, they would have no choice but to sigh and suggest amputation.
However, Feng Yi was confident he could save Yoimiya's legs.
Feng Yi's fingers lightly caressed the wound on Yoimiya's thigh and felt a hard piece of glass in it.
The shard was small, but if it were lodged in a blood vessel, it would be a serious problem.
Feng Yi couldn't wait for Ryunosuke to bring the hot water. He immediately activated his River God's Eye, piercing through the blood plasma to search for the tiny shards.
Then, using his spiritual power, he extracted them one by one from the wound.
There were a total of 12 small shards on her left thigh and 8 on her right thigh.
There were three relatively large glass shards in her lower abdomen.
The River God's Eye also observed that several hard stones had lodged themselves in Yoimiya's chest.
He pulled down the bandage on Yoimiya's chest, removed the stones, and then pulled the bandage back up.
However, the White Slime was too large. It was easy to pull down the bandage, but difficult to pull it back up.
Once the White Slime broke free from the bandage, it was unwilling to be confined again.
After Feng Yi managed to grasp them, he had to squeeze for a long time before he could barely shove the two mischievous White Slimes back into the bandage.
At this moment, Ryunosuke arrived late with a basin of hot water.
Feng Yi took the basin, gently wiped away the blood from the wound with a wet towel, and then, under Ryunosuke's astonished gaze, lightly ran his fingers over the wound.
The wound began to grow granulation tissue at a visible rate, and then healed, leaving the skin as smooth as new, without even a scar.
Ryunosuke was greatly shocked by Feng Yi's medical skills, calling him a living medical sage.
Feng Yi: This isn't medical skill; it's just a little bit of immortal magic, aided by half a drop of the Water of Life!
After all of Yoimiya's wounds, big and small, had healed, Feng Yi finally stopped.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was heartbroken. He had used a whole drop and a half of his Water of Life!
He would definitely need to get reimbursed by Yoimiya later!
"Mr. Feng Yi, is Yoimiya alright now?"
Ryunosuke stood nervously to the side. Seeing Feng Yi finish, he stepped forward and asked anxiously.
He had carefully noted that the white-haired street urchin called the gentleman in front of him Feng Yi.
"If nothing unexpected happens, she should be fine. We just need to wait for Itto to buy the medicinal herbs and then boil some medicinal soup for Yoimiya to drink for a full recovery!"
Feng Yi glanced at Yoimiya's slightly pale complexion and motioned for Ryunosuke to relax.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng Yi, for saving my daughter! Please accept my bow!"
"No need!"
Feng Yi quickly stopped Ryunosuke, who was about to kowtow in gratitude, and then poured himself a cup of the cool tea on the table and drank it.
"Forgive my poor memory! It's so rude of me to let you drink cold tea. Please wait a moment, Mr. Feng Yi!"
Ryunosuke hurried out and soon returned with a pot of good tea.
"This is tea that the General once bestowed upon me. I hadn't the heart to drink it, so please, Mr. Feng Yi, have a taste!"
Ryunosuke poured a cup of the brewed tea for Feng Yi and then took out the remaining half box of tea leaves, giving them all to Feng Yi.
"This is too embarrassing..."
"Mr. Feng Yi's great kindness to my daughter cannot be repaid by this small amount of tea!"
Ryunosuke said, forcing a smile on his sorrowful face.
Feng Yi, finding it difficult to refuse such generosity, accepted.
The quality of this tea was good, a superior grade among ordinary teas. Zhongli would definitely like it.
If he gave the tea to Zhongli and exchanged it for one or two demon god's gallbladders, wouldn't the drop and a half of Water of Life he had just used be recouped?
Feng Yi thought happily, feeling that this was a worthwhile exchange!
"Old man, are your fireworks always this powerful?"
Feng Yi glanced at Yoimiya lying on the bed and asked Ryunosuke.
"How could that be? My Nagaharu family are fireworks artisans. We have strict controls over the gunpowder proportions for our fireworks, focusing only on their visual appeal with minimal lethality!"
"Then what about Yoimiya?"
"I don't know, old man. I can't figure this out either!"
"Could it have something to do with these glass shards? These are what I took from Yoimiya's wound..."
Feng Yi placed the retrieved glass shards in front of Ryunosuke.
"This... this is..."
Ryunosuke picked up a larger piece of glass and, after careful observation, a look of realization dawned on his face.
"Old man, did you remember something?"
"Alas, Mr. Feng Yi, since you have been so greatly kind to my Nagaharu family, I, Ryunosuke, will not hide anything from you. You must have sensed the tense atmosphere in Inazuma. This all began when the General issued the Vision Hunt Decree..."
Ryunosuke put down the glass shard and sighed, saying.
"Since the Vision Hunt Decree was issued, those who possess a Vision have lived in constant fear. With more and more people having their Visions confiscated, I worried that my daughter's Vision might also be taken. So, I found an old friend to secretly create fake Visions to be handed over. And these glass shards... they come from these counterfeit Visions..."