Chapter 102: Are You Foolish, or Am I?

Enough, he must not push his luck. This medicine should be saved for others; he can still hold on. Fortunately, the attendant has already gone to other carriages to find a doctor—they certainly won’t be in danger.

Fang Wei comforted himself inwardly. Seeing the last body dragged out, he signaled Xu Lin to hurry and save the others, ignoring them. The other injured followed suit; instead of tending to their own wounds, they crowded in the sleeping compartment, anxiously watching Xu Lin’s every move.

“What are you all staring at? Xu Lin pulled out the medicine and tossed a bottle to each person. There’s no time to treat you now; stop your own bleeding,” she said, then truly paid no more attention to them—there was no time. The old man’s injuries were severe; the attacker had aimed to kill him. Each wound was fatal, each bullet targeted a vital spot.

Xu Lin first used silver needles to staunch the bleeding at various wounds, then took out her tools to begin treatment. The conditions here were poor—there was no sterile environment. Quietly, she invoked a cleansing charm to eliminate dust and bacteria before confidently proceeding with the operation.

The others, having received the medicinal bottles, did not rush to treat themselves but continued watching her intently. They sighed in relief once the bleeding was stopped. Watching Xu Lin tend the wounds, their anxiety returned; they wanted to ask questions but swallowed their words, fearing their voices might disturb her.

After a brief observation, they relaxed—Xu Lin’s skill was clearly exceptional, her medical expertise evident at a glance. The old man’s spleen and kidney were injured, making surgery here a harrowing ordeal. Xu Lin discreetly used her wood-element abilities to assist in healing.

By the time she finished stitching the wounds, the damage to the spleen and kidney had been mostly repaired under the nurturing influence of her power. Upon hospital examination later, there would be no sign of injury; in fact, the old man’s spleen and kidney would be healthier than before. In this light, the old man’s misfortune turned into a blessing.

With the most dangerous wounds treated, the rest posed little challenge to Xu Lin. Still, she spent a considerable amount of time; by the time she finished with the old man’s wounds, three hours had passed.

Stepping out of the sleeping compartment, Xu Lin raised an eyebrow—Fang Wei’s wounds had worsened. He sat slumped at the doorway, his face pale as snow. The others were no better off; two more injured had appeared.

Seeing Xu Lin’s questioning gaze, Fang Wei gave a wry smile—it was truly bitter. Who would have thought the doctor summoned by the attendant wasn’t there to heal but to assassinate? That doctor subtly probed about Old Song’s condition, which caught Fang Wei’s attention. After all, no one had informed the doctor about the severely injured patient. How did he learn of it?

The doctor kept fishing for information, trying to uncover Old Song’s whereabouts. It was an invitation for suspicion. Even wounded, Fang Wei and the others couldn’t lower their guard completely.

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