The Demon Suppression Division, the Medical Workshop.
There were about thirty attics arranged in sequence, and all the officers coming and going were injured.
A plain bamboo house squeezed inside looks quite eye-catching.
Occasionally, there would be figures stepping in, all wearing black cloaks, which was the symbol of a general.
The sturdy young man was an exception. He didn't even wear a uniform, only a simple short jacket.
He let his right arm hang down and pushed open the small door with his left hand.
He respectfully called out to the man who was sitting behind a low table in a white robe that looked more beautiful than snow, "Brother Bai."
"Can you please stop coming to me with such a sad face every day?"
The young man called Senior Brother Bai had a handsome face, two strands of hair hanging down, and a pair of clean hands quickly counting a plate of fragrant medicinal herbs.
Without raising his eyes, he said calmly, "Put your arms up."
Fang Heng sat down cross-legged obediently, raising his right arm and placing it on the low table.
Senior Brother Bai took out a few fine ox-hair needles and stabbed them without even looking at them. Then he continued to sort out the precious medicine: "Hold on, it will be almost done after today."
Fang Heng buried his head, his eyes dull.
The broad back looks like a bear.
The excruciating pain of repairing the veins could make even the most battle-hardened captain grit his teeth, but it could not move him.
"No need to worry."
Senior Brother Bai pushed the herbs back into the cabinet and finally looked up and said, "The other party didn't hit me hard, there won't be any sequelae."
"Thank you, Brother."
Fang Heng came back to his senses, his mind was obviously not on his arm, but he did not explain too much.
At this time, two people carried earthen jars and walked into the bamboo house in low voices, nodding respectfully to the senior brother in white.
Bai Ziming, the third disciple of the general, serves as a lieutenant general in the Demon Suppression Division. He had reached the perfect level of Jade Liquid Realm more than 30 years ago.
In addition, he is also the best doctor in the Demon Suppression Bureau.
"Go ahead."
Bai Ziming nodded gently, motioning for the two to go into the inner room.
In an instant, he suddenly noticed that the corner of his junior brother's eye twitched, and then he stood up suddenly, turned around and grabbed one of them by the wrist, and said in a chilling voice: "Why are you here?"
Being stared at by those sharp and murderous eyes was like being stared at by some ferocious beast.
Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer's hearts were filled with blood, and the earthenware jars in their hands clanged loudly. They spoke with a breathless tone: "Master Fang...Master Fang..."
Before they could finish their words, Fang Heng walked towards the inner room, ignoring the needle still piercing his right arm.
Senior Brother Bai's clinic has always only accepted lieutenant generals or patients with serious injuries that cannot be cured elsewhere. Among this group of people, the only one who can enjoy such treatment is Li Xinhan, who is a lieutenant general.
As expected.
As soon as he opened the curtain, Fang Heng saw Li Xinhan wrapped like a dumpling on the bed.
His pupils shrank slightly, his teeth clenched, and he took big steps forward, suddenly pulling the other person up, and asked sternly: "Where is the person?"
Li Xinhan's face, which had finally regained some color, turned pale again. Puzzle flashed across his eyes, but he only squeezed out a few words coldly: "Are you sick?"
"Let me ask you..."
Fang Heng's voice was as deep as a thousand pounds, and he suddenly exerted force with his palm, his face gloomy: "Where is the person?!"
Suddenly, a silver needle shot out and pierced his acupoint accurately.
Under the sudden feeling of soreness, Fang Heng was forced to let go of Li Xinhan. He staggered back, stumbled against the wall, and then looked helplessly at the young man outside.
Senior Brother Bai put away the needle box, waved his hand to signal the furious Liu Xiujie and the other man to leave, then glanced at him lightly: "Come here and tell me slowly, who are you looking for?"
Fang Heng walked over and sat down, saying in a muffled voice: "Shen Yi, I'm worried that something might happen to him."
"Who is Shen Yi?" Bai Ziming retracted his gaze. The rough man sighed and started talking from Senior Sister Lin to when Shen Yi left the General's Mansion, detailing everything in detail.
"So your arm was broken in his hand?" Bai Ziming smiled with amusement.
"Too careless." Fang Heng closed his eyes, unwilling to bring up this topic again.
"You look down on him anyway, so just leave. Why are you looking for him?" Bai Ziming didn't care much. Qingzhou is too big, there are innumerable geniuses, and all kinds of adventures emerge in an endless stream. Even if someone is born with divine eyes, it is not surprising that he can master the method of observing pulses in one day.
"It is up to the master to decide whether to keep the disciple recommended by my senior sister. It is my business if I don't like her, but I must not overstep the line." Fang Heng tried hard to control his right arm.
"If you didn't keep him that day, Master wouldn't have kept him either." Bai Ziming smiled faintly and looked towards the inner room thoughtfully.
The Demon Suppression Division is not the Monster Suppression Division. Monsters are the demons.
However, a warrior can also be called a demon. It is just a name and can be placed wherever needed.
The Demon Suppression Division used a butcher's knife to clear the way, and then used valuable treasures to lure the disciples of Qingzhou together.
Here are the best martial arts and precious elixirs, driving them to slay demons and monsters, consuming both until a delicate balance is reached.
As for those sects and families that are unwilling to send their disciples, Songhe Sect is the best example.
When martial artists become rampant, what they do is no worse than that of demons.
None of the general's five disciples came from an aristocratic family. The one with the best family background was at most a silk merchant. The same was true for the demon-suppressing generals of the twelve counties.
With no one to rely on, he can only depend on the imperial court. He must dare to risk his life to kill demons and suppress evil spirits. This is the most important criterion for a master to accept a disciple.
Talent is secondary. After all, as long as you are willing to invest resources, unless you are a genius that appears once in hundreds of years, or you have a pig brain that just won't get smart and takes decades to learn ordinary martial arts, everything else is almost the same.
"In any case, this decision cannot be made by me. Besides, Senior Sister Lin wants to keep him not just for the recommendation... There is a problem in Baiyun County, and he cannot run around."
Fang Heng stood up, pulled out the needle from his arm, and said, "I am a rough man, I hope you can teach me."
Bai Ziming raised his eyes and said, "Speak human words and do human things."
Fang Heng was stunned: "Can you be more detailed?"
"…"
Bai Ziming sighed helplessly: "I came to give gifts and bowed to apologize... Be careful and don't come back to ruin my precious medicine. You are not a general. The medicine is expensive and I have to deduct it from you."
"I remember it. Thank you for your teachings, Senior Brother."
Fang Heng seemed to understand something, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house. Looking at the two people squatting outside in a daze, he hesitated for a moment and said, "May I ask..."
"May I ask?" Liu Xiujie stood up hesitantly.
"Where is Shen Yi?" Fang Heng frowned, not quite used to it.
"In——" Liu Xiujie pointed subconsciously, and was then violently grabbed by Li Xiaoer's arm.
Damn, he's quite polite. I almost forgot that he's a martial arts madman. When they fought, he almost beat Li Touer to death.
Fang Heng glanced at the two of them indifferently, then walked outside.
An hour later.
A strong figure slowly stepped into the courtyard and stood in front of the only closed door.
He thought about it and knocked on the door.
Boom boom boom.
The person who opened the door was a big-bellied man who was a head taller than him.
Butcher Zhang rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked at the young man in front of him who was holding oranges in his left hand and dried meat in his right hand.
Somewhat surprised: "Excuse me, who are you? Are you...visiting relatives?"
The young man said expressionlessly: "Fang Heng."
(End of this chapter)