Several assistants, their white coats stained with blood, rushed out swiftly.
“Carry the injured inside.”
“Yes.”
The assistants began carefully lifting the wounded off the carriage.
“Wait.”
At that moment, Chen Xiaoyan parted the curtain and stepped inside.
“Wait? You want them to die… Tianxiang Fairy?”
The doctor, just about to lose his temper, turned around and stopped mid-sentence when he saw that splash of pink wrapped in a bodice dress.
This iconic outfit was known to everyone in the Great Song Dynasty.
Within just a second, the expression in the doctor’s eyes shifted rapidly—from anger to shock, then to joy, cycling through several emotions.
“But the Tianxiang Fairy?”
To avoid a misunderstanding, the doctor cautiously asked.
“Fairy is too grand a title for me, but I am indeed a disciple of Tianxiang.”
Chen Xiaoyan’s delicate nose twitched slightly, her complexion a bit pale.
“Hahaha!”
Hearing the confirmation, several doctors burst into laughter.
The nearby assistants were filled with excitement and quickly ran back shouting loudly:
“The Tianxiang Fairy is here! There’s hope, everyone can be saved!”
The temporary clinic, which had been filled with desperate wails, fell into a brief silence at these words.
Then, suddenly, it exploded into activity.
Some of the injured who were able to move hurriedly gathered near the entrance.
After laughing, the doctors cupped their hands and bowed to Chen Xiaoyan.
“We have awaited the Fairy’s arrival for some time. Please, Fairy, lend your aid and save the lives of thousands here.”
Thousands of people?
Chen Xiaoyan’s expression shifted slightly—how long would it take to heal so many?
No, she couldn’t handle this task alone.
The longer it dragged on, the more lives would be lost.
It would be better to bring in others from the Tianxiang faction to share the credit—and earn some good reputation in the process.
With this thought, Chen Xiaoyan quickly sent a message to Chongchong, instructing her to bring a hundred players to start helping.
“You are the Tianxiang Fairy?”
Hong Anwu was on the verge of collapse.
He had just drawn his sword against the Fairy with intent to kill, and now recalling that, he deeply regretted it.
“Fairy, it was I, Hong Anwu, who acted unjustly. Please, have mercy and save my brothers. All their faults are mine—they are innocent.”
“If the Fairy agrees to save them, I will immediately commit seppuku before you to atone.”
He, who had never bowed to any beast, now knelt silently, trembling with sobs.
“Stand up. I do not blame you. I will save your brothers, but there is one condition.”
After saying this, Chen Xiaoyan intended to help him up, but seeing him covered in grime and blood, reeking sharply of iron and flesh, she hesitated.
Hong Anwu’s face lit up with joy at her words.
He looked up excitedly.
“Fairy, please say it. Even if I must walk through fire and blades, I will not flinch.”
Chen Xiaoyan smiled faintly and waved her hand.
“It’s not that serious. Just wake your brothers up.”
Hong Anwu was stunned.
He had expected some impossible demand, but this was it?
He did not waste a moment.
Any delay meant more danger to his men.
He carefully lifted one unconscious injured man and laid him on the ground.
When he went to lift the second, Chen Xiaoyan noticed the man’s hands were bleeding profusely and instructed the others nearby, “He’s injured; please help.”
“Yes.”
They could not refuse a command from the Tianxiang Fairy.
With help, the dozen or so barely breathing wounded from the carriage were placed on the ground.
“Sixzi, Little Three…”
Hong Anwu gently slapped the faces of the injured, trying to rouse them.
But only a few awakened.
Seeing Hong Anwu’s overly cautious attempts, afraid he would injure his own brothers, Chen Xiaoyan was exasperated and spoke up to guide him.
“You’re going about it wrong. Use more force. Don’t be afraid of hurting them. Even if you injure them, as long as they don’t die, I can restore them.”
“Understood.”
Gritting his teeth, Hong Anwu increased the force several times over, shifting from gentle pats to slapping their faces.
The effect was immediate.
One by one, they began to regain consciousness.
“Sir Captain, have we arrived in the underworld?”
Hong Anwu did not answer; half the group was still unconscious.
Seeing that slapping worked, he increased the force once more.
Clap, clap!
The sharp sounds of slaps echoed through the area.
Other wounded nearby watched in horror as Hong Anwu fiercely slapped the injured on the ground, too frightened to approach.
Wearing armor—albeit battered—he was clearly military, and these commoners dared not provoke him.
“Sister Xiaoyan, we’re here!”
Chongchong rushed in anxiously.
The temporary clinic was set up in a large mansion courtyard.
Crowding slightly, it could easily hold thousands.
“Eh? What’s that smell?”
The moment she entered, Chongchong wrinkled her nose at the strange scent—a mixture of herbs and blood, extremely pungent.
The Tianxiang players followed closely behind.
“What the hell is that smell?”
“Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠) Ugh, no, I’m gonna be sick.”
“Boss, you’re amazing for coming here.”
“Feeling a bit nauseous.”
These delicate female players had never seen such a scene.
They covered their noses and mouths, gagging.
Over twenty Tianxiang players couldn’t stand it and immediately ran out of the clinic.
“Sister Xiaoyan, what are you doing here?”
Chongchong pinched her nose, clearly uncomfortable.
“Doing a quest. Didn’t you trigger it?”
“A quest? Oh~”
She suddenly realized, then added, “Is it that reputation quest?”
Chen Xiaoyan nodded.
“Sister Xiaoyan, do you know what reputation is used for?”
“I’m not sure either. Probably useful later on.”
Chongchong frowned. She didn’t want to stay here long.
Besides the bloodiness, the strange odor was unbearable.
Meanwhile, the injured who had been scared by Hong Anwu’s harshness now felt their fear vanish at the sight of so many Tianxiang Fairy disciples.
No matter how powerful their general was, he surely wouldn’t dare offend the Tianxiang Fairy.
“Fairies, greetings to you all.”
Over a hundred lightly injured soldiers came forward, kneeling as if worshiping gods or Buddhas before the Tianxiang players.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s with these NPCs? Why are they suddenly kneeling?”
“Elders, I’m not really a fairy. Please, stand up.”
One Tianxiang player, startled by several old NPCs suddenly kneeling, hurried to help them up.
But the next moment, she looked confused.
Why was she helping NPCs? This wasn’t the real world.
“Fairy, yay! I’m a little fairy now?”
“Even though I know it’s just a game, being worshiped by so many NPCs makes me kinda excited.”
“I can’t help it—I feel super pumped right now. I want to go and slay some monsters to celebrate.”
“Sis, are you sure the cause and effect aren’t reversed here?”
“By the way, why do these NPCs worship us so much?”
“Don’t you read your faction’s background and info?”
“Not really.”
“Blame Sister Shen—she’s just too charming.”
“The aloof Sister Yue is nice too. And the spirited Sister Fufeng.”
Almost half the Tianxiang players had never looked up the faction’s background.
To most Tianxiang players, the scenery, the cute creatures, and beautiful NPC sisters were everything.
Background info?
What’s that?