Chapter 12: The Fierce Bandit

“Your reflexes are quite sharp, but your cultivation is too poor.”

Jian Liang glanced at Pu Liao, then turned to look at Chen Fei and Physician Song. A smile appeared on his face as he said, “I hope I didn’t startle you two. These are extraordinary times, so please forgive my rudeness.”

“Weren’t we brought here to treat patients? What is this…”

Physician Song looked at Jian Liang, then at the two figures who had appeared on the courtyard wall, and asked with a look of terror.

Chen Fei’s brows were tightly furrowed. He scanned his surroundings, searching for a route to escape, but a moment later, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

There was no running. Every possible path of retreat had been subtly blocked by Jian Liang. And given Chen Fei’s current strength, if he were to attempt a forced breakout, the result would likely be no better than Pu Liao’s.

Judging by Jian Liang’s actions just now, he was definitely a ruthless character. This trip was truly dangerous.

“It is indeed for medical treatment. It’s just that this friend of yours reacted too strongly, leaving me no choice.” Jian Liang spread his hands and said, “Gentlemen, please.”

Physician Song’s hands and feet were trembling. He was just an ordinary doctor; when had he ever seen such a scene? Chen Fei stepped forward, supported Physician Song, and walked toward the courtyard.

Jian Liang tilted his head toward Pu Liao, and immediately, someone came over to help Pu Liao up, bringing him into the courtyard as well.

“We ran into some trouble, and my brothers were injured. As long as you can heal them, the consultation fee will be paid in full, and we won’t lay a finger on you.”

Walking into the main hall, they saw many wounded lying on the ground, the smell of blood assaulting their senses. It was smelling this that had made Pu Liao realize something was wrong, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

“You must keep your word,” Physician Song said, forcing himself to remain calm.

“For our life-savers, we certainly have that much integrity.”

Jian Liang grinned and said, “But the premise is that you must heal them. If you can’t, don’t blame us!”

Physician Song’s expression stiffened. Not daring to look at Jian Liang again, he walked straight toward one of the wounded. All he wanted now was to heal these people and leave this place immediately.

As the resident physician of the Qingzheng Medical Clinic, Song Miao’s medical skills were excellent. After a simple examination of the wounded, he formulated a treatment plan.

He turned and whispered a few instructions to Chen Fei. Chen Fei applied the medicine to the wounded while Song Miao moved on to the next patient.

As the two worked in tandem, the groans that occasionally echoed in the hall gradually diminished. Jian Liang, who was supervising from the side, looked much more pleased.

Pu Liao leaned against the wall, watching everything before him, his eyes filled with cold malice. Fearing that others might see, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, his teeth clenched tightly, revealing his current state of mind.

In just a short while, the dozen or so wounded in the hall had all been treated. With their pain now eased, they couldn't help but show faint smiles.

Song Miao wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a slight sense of relief. The injuries of these people were similar, mostly caused by blades, so the difficulty of treatment was not actually high.

Any medical clinic in Pingyin County could likely have treated these people.

However, the group before him clearly had an identity that couldn't see the light of day. They didn't dare enter Pingyin County, so they had to resort to this method, tricking a few people into treating them.

“The doctor truly has a miraculous touch! On behalf of my brothers, I thank you!”

Jian Liang was all smiles now; the fierce and malicious look from before was nowhere to be seen.

“You flatter me.” Song Miao waved his hand and said, “May we leave now?”

Song Miao didn't even ask about the consultation fee; he only prayed to leave this place safely.

“No rush. There is one more person who needs treatment. Follow me.”

Jian Liang walked forward. Song Miao glanced at Chen Fei and couldn't help but sigh—the matter wasn't over yet. Chen Fei remained silent, his mind constantly calculating the worst-case scenarios and preparing for an escape.

Arriving at the backyard, it was clear that the area had been tidied up; it looked much cleaner and more orderly. There were even servants bustling about—judging by their attire, they were refugees.

“Big Brother, the doctor is here.”

Walking into a room, they saw a man lying on a bed. Several people stood beside him, all staring intently at Chen Fei and the physician.

It seemed that if they sensed anything amiss, they would pounce and kill the two of them instantly.

“Heal my big brother, and you can leave. These will also be yours.” Jian Liang pointed to the silver on the table nearby. At a rough glance, there was no less than a hundred taels of silver.

This consultation fee was definitely high, but it might cost them their lives to earn it.

Jian Liang had made Song Miao treat the others first, likely because he didn't trust his skills. Only after everyone else was healed did he bring them here.

There was no room for objection. Song Miao stepped forward to take the pulse. A moment later, his brows furrowed slightly, and he appeared hesitant.

“What? You can’t heal him? If you can’t heal him, you’re going to die!”

A man beside him said in a deep voice, a murderous aura washing over them that made Song Miao’s wrist shake, nearly causing him to fall.

“I can heal him, I can heal him.” Song Miao wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, “This person is different from those outside. He has suffered internal injuries, and they are quite severe. To recover fully, ordinary herbs are not enough; they must be taken in combination with a Healing Pill.”

“If that’s the case, why are you hesitating?”

“I don’t have any Healing Pills on me.”

Song Miao said bitterly. He had gone out of the city today to provide free medical care to refugees, so he only carried ordinary medicine. The kind needed to treat martial artists was kept back at the clinic.

“So, you’re saying you can’t treat him now, is that it!”

The voice turned cold. They knew what Healing Pills were, but after the previous battle, they had used up all their pills. Send someone to buy them in Pingyin County?

The guards at the city gates were currently checking very strictly. Refugees couldn't get in, and people like them, with unknown identities, would find it even harder. Besides, the Healing Pill was only what Song Miao claimed; they didn't know if it would actually be effective.

Perhaps his medical skills were insufficient, and he was using the lack of pills as an excuse. If so, it would be better to kill them directly to prevent their information from leaking.

“Let me think, let me think!”

Song Miao’s body trembled uncontrollably. The murderous intent of the men around him was no longer concealed. If his answer didn't satisfy them, the next moment would likely be the end of his life.

“Physician Song, I have a Healing Pill here.”

Chen Fei stepped forward and took a bottle of pills from his waist pouch. It was the batch he had refined a few days ago after his Healing Pill skill reached the Proficient level.

The quality was average, but it was enough for healing. Chen Fei hadn't sold them, so he still had them on him.

Song Miao was stunned, then overjoyed. He quickly took the pills and handed them to Jian Liang, saying, “Take it with warm water, and I will apply acupuncture. He will improve.”

Jian Liang smelled the pills; they were indeed Healing Pills. He then fed one to the man on the bed.

Song Miao took out his silver needles and began inserting them into the wounded man’s body one by one. After only a moment, the man on the bed coughed loudly, spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, and his complexion improved significantly.