For the Medical Health Team, it was still a busy day.
Patients continued to stream in, many with familiar faces. The difference was that their ailments from yesterday had become today's injuries: some had heads split and bleeding, others had arms dislocated, and the most serious injury was someone who arrived for treatment with a knife still embedded in their abdomen.
It appeared that the entourage of the council members had also learned various combat skills, like Jiuyue, and joined the unrestricted combat faction.
Yet, the atmosphere made it hard to imagine this place as the solemn meeting venue of the Sixteen Star Summit, rather than a back alley rife with gang fights. As the patients with increasingly severe injuries were brought in, Duan Mingyuan couldn't help but worry that if this continued, sooner or later, lives would be lost.
