NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 57: Healing the Wounded
"Ling, my brother, your war sword is finally complete. According to the camp's regulations, you can rest for a whole month. Isn't it time for you to focus more on cultivating your martial soul?"
At the forging zone's delivery area, Brother Xue watched as Ling Yi handed the sword to the inspector. He advised Ling Yi with concern. Brother Xue knew that Ling Yi's martial soul, the Blue Silver Grass, was considered a useless soul, and his soul power was just over level eleven. Compared to these elder brothers, Ling Yi's strength was indeed lacking.
In the army, even in the ordnance camp where skills were highly valued, the pursuit and admiration of strength had never waned.
Take the Shi family brothers, for instance. With their Soul Grandmaster level strength, despite being senior blacksmiths like them, they were bestowed with noble titles and naturally held higher status.
It's important to note that although a seven-hundred-timing weapon or armor is stronger than a five-hundred-timing one, the difference is not substantial enough to create a qualitative leap. In terms of blacksmithing skills, it doesn't elevate their status, but within the ordnance camp, those two held a privileged status!
Seeing that Ling Yi had been in the camp for a month, spending most of his time at the medical camp discussing pharmacology and medical knowledge with non-spirit master medics or exchanging insights with healing spirit masters, or at the ordnance camp swinging the hammer with them, seemingly leaving little time for soul power cultivation, Brother Xue couldn't help but advise him.
Being able to speak like this, it was clear that Ling Yi had truly become a friend and brother in Brother Xue's heart.
"Thank you for the advice, Brother Xue. I will indeed devote more time to cultivating my soul power," Ling Yi responded readily to Brother Xue's advice. He didn't mention how he had been cultivating efficiently by alternating between deep sleep and soul power training among the Blue Silver Grass he planted around his tent for the past month.
"Yi Ge'er~ Yi Ge'er~~"
Meanwhile, a series of soft calls reached Ling Yi and the others' ears.
As he turned towards the voice, a tall, lanky young man came into view. Ling Yi's eyes flickered slightly, as he guessed the situation. He immediately turned to Brother Xue and the others beside him, cupping his fists in a salute, "Brother Xue, Brother Li, Brother Quan... It seems that there are injured coming to the medical camp. I shall take my leave first—"
With that, Ling Yi nodded to Xue, Li, and the others, signaling to the newcomer, Tang San, as he stepped forward. Under the farewell calls from Xue, Li, and the rest, he strode towards the newcomer.
"Brother San~" Ling Yi approached a few steps ahead, his pace unbroken as he promptly asked, "Have they brought in more injured?"
"That's right!" Tang San replied with a slightly breathless rasp, "And this time, there are quite a few. Everyone from our third battalion came out, only you were missing—"
Upon hearing this, Ling Yi quickened his pace, running alongside Tang San as they headed out.
As they ran, Tang San turned slightly, waving to Brother Xue and the others behind him.
Over the past month, through Ling Yi's efforts to bridge the connections, the initially unfamiliar third medical battalion and the military engineering camp had grown accustomed to each other to the point of exchanging smiles and greetings.
However, the people from the first medical battalion remained aloof, barely mingling with ordinary folk, while the second battalion followed suit, looking at common people and blacksmiths with condescension. After some attempts, Ling Yi realized it was futile to expend energy there.
Despite their skills, these blacksmiths were no less in soul power levels than the healers of the second battalion. When it came to combat, these hammer-swinging blacksmiths even surpassed them. Yet they could not escape the societal hierarchy on the Douluo Continent.
Similarly, due to his own limited power, Ling Yi's words lacked persuasiveness before these rigid-minded, more skilled healing spirit masters.
On the Douluo Continent, not every spirit master possessed the broad-mindedness of Deacon Yan Bin or Senior Deacon Lu Yi, who treated ordinary people with respect.
Similarly, within the "Spirit Hall," not everyone behaves like Yan Bin and Lu Yi with the same style and attitude.
For ordinary people, even being just 'not bad' already signifies great goodwill.
The military engineering camp isn't far from the military medical camp area, given that both belong to the logistics department, they are only separated by about seven or eight hundred meters.
After a short while, the tents of the military medical camp appeared in the eyes of Ling Yi and Tang San.
Approaching quickly, what met their eyes were wounded soldiers sitting casually on the ground, waiting for treatment.
These injured soldiers had wounds that could be considered severe, but none were life-threatening.
They looked alarming with broken arms and legs.
In Ling Yi's previous life, such injuries would have been serious disabilities, but in this world of extraordinary power, as long as treatment is timely and the healer's abilities are decent, it's not much of an issue.
Seeing the figures of Ling Yi and Tang San, a middle-aged man holding a white staff, while maintaining the white light from his staff shining on the injured, spoke up, “The usual routine, you first correct and stabilize those with broken and dislocated arms and legs, then after our spirit power is exhausted, Ah Yi, you take over and apply your spirit technique to the wounded...”
This middle-aged man wasn't making things difficult for Ling Yi by asking him to do more work or even tasks beyond a spirit master's role.
These requests were all Ling Yi's own in the past month."
At the beginning, both the middle-aged soul masters and the four non-soul masters on Tang San's side were puzzled by their circumstances. However, after a month, everyone had grown accustomed to it.
In any case, Ling Yi's image in his colleagues' eyes had only improved with a month of interaction.
Diligent, hardworking, eager to learn, smart, humble, polite, sunny, cheerful, friendly...
It's undeniable that when someone like this appears in your life, regardless of any initial reservations you might have, continuous interactions will swiftly foster a friendly relationship.
Who wouldn't want to be around someone brimming with positive energy?
And Ling Yi was precisely this kind of person!
In fact, he did even better!
Ling Yi quickly nodded in agreement, then, together with Tang San, approached an injured person. He raised his hand to examine the injuries.
The injured person near Ling Yi had a dislocated and misaligned right elbow, along with severe bruising on the right shoulder and left knee joint, marked by patches of dark purple.
After a brief, whispered conversation to distract the patient, Ling Yi, using the technique he learned from Tang San beside him, swiftly reset the patient's elbow into place.
Compared to Tang San's rough approach, Ling Yi's method was more intricate, presenting a feeling of the student surpassing the master.
Ling Yi's exceptional mental acuity and keen observational skills were chiefly responsible for his precise control over the condition of injuries and the intensity of his treatment.
As he approached the next injured soldier, Ling Yi came to understand the reason behind the sudden influx of casualties.
It wasn't due to a soul beast rampage or any enemy army engagement.
Instead, it was a soul master squad from the Heavenly Dou Empire heading into the 'Frozen Forest' to hunt a specific soul beast for a young master.
This particular young master, on a whim, wanted to visit the appearance of one of the five major military departments of the Waterwood Principality.
Consequently, Marquis Song Yao of the Cold Wind Camp arranged a military exercise to entertain the young master.
In reality, these were just routine drills for the strong and healthy regular soldiers, occurring every few days with squad-level combat exercises every fortnight and a thousand-soldier military maneuver every three months.
Thus, injuries were not uncommon, but rather a frequent occurrence.
However, this time, Ling Yi noticeably sensed the emotional gloom weighing upon each wounded individual.
Ling Yi thought that beyond tending to the physical injuries of these soldiers, he should also do something small to 'heal' their spirits.
Yet, this required careful handling to avoid causing any unnecessary misunderstandings.
It is normal for people from humble backgrounds to have good relationships, but it doesn't mean they would form cliques or buy people's favor, right?~
(End of Chapter)
