I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 555

As soon as Yang Zhao boarded the flying boat, a medical doctor accompanying the army pressed Yang Zhao into the cabin and began to treat her wounds.

This cancer doctor was also a good doctor. He looked to be in his fifties, his surname was Wang, and he had several young apprentices with him. When he saw Yang Zhao, he frowned.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, your injury is quite special. Don't you feel dizzy and have no pain in your head? You feel weak and in pain all over?"

At this time, Yang Zhao had candy in his mouth and his speech was a bit slurred.

"I've lost so much weight, I've lost so much blood, my brain hurts, my brain is hot, and my whole body aches. Isn't that normal? What's wrong?"

"You are in the golden elixir stage and your qi and blood are strong. Even if you are injured, the minor injury should heal on its own after such a long time. Why do you still feel pain? Why don't you think about taking care of it yourself?"

"I don't have time. I don't have time to care about my injuries. A group of people are surrounding me, shouting and killing me. How can I care about my injuries? Besides, even if I want to get out, I don't know how to treat them."

Yang Zhao chewed up the candies in his mouth and swallowed them, then took out a pack of candies from the Qiankun bag. In addition to eating it himself, he also divided half of the pack out.

"This is candy. It's not something expensive. There are soft and hard ones. You can try them too."

"There's no need for sugar. Since you're hungry, just eat it yourself."

Doctor Wang sighed and looked at Yang Zhao with eyes full of inquiry.

"Your wound was hit by a plague curse that killed enemies in the army. It is very vicious. Generally, after being hit by a plague curse, you can't last for a cup of tea. Although you are still alive and kicking for some reason, it will take a lot of money to recover. A lot of tricks."

"Plague curse?" Yang Zhao was shocked, so he didn't know what it was, but as soon as he heard the name, he knew it was not a good thing.

Doctor Wang ordered his men to prepare tools.

"Take corpse poison and bird droppings, refine it with warm water, and use it with a spell to embed it into human flesh and blood. With a card, it can enter the human blood and make people sick."

This was a convoluted statement, and Yang Zhao thought about it for a while before boldly guessing that the plague curse was actually a culture of viruses, bacteria and other microorganisms.

If this is the case, then it is easy to understand that the plague curse did not work.

There is nothing else on her body. From childhood to adulthood, she has not dared to miss a single vaccination.

Those viruses and bacteria have the bonus of spiritual energy and their toxicity is enhanced.

But the immune antibodies in her body also had spiritual power, so she fought evenly with the opponent and saved her life.

The more Yang Zhao thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and he stuffed a few more candies into his mouth.

Doctor Wang picked up the tools and asked Yang Zhao to lie down.

"I'm going to debride the wound. It might hurt a little. Please bear with it."

Yang Zhao's scalp was numb. Just because she could bear the pain didn't mean she liked the pain.

"No anesthesia?"

"What kind of anesthetic do you use for a golden elixir? In our army, anesthetics are only prepared for soldiers below the golden elixir. In the golden elixir period, we have to fight at any time, so what kind of anesthetic should we use?"

"I...I am a good citizen..."

Ignoring Yang Zhao, Dr. Wang began to treat him.

At this time, Yang Zhao's entire back was black and purple, covered with small circular wounds that were bleeding, one after another densely packed into a honeycomb shape.

If you look carefully, you can find that the injury is still slowly encroaching outwards, which looks very scary.

Fortunately, Dr. Wang is well-informed and skillful. He can remove the flesh and poison cleanly and very quickly.

They even opened up some penetrating wounds that were not healing well, relocated the bones and flesh, and applied medicine to heal the wounds.

Although Dr. Wang said that the golden elixir was not afraid of pain, he used it very easily. Yang Zhao basically didn't notice the extra pain, and all the injuries on his body were healed.

"Okay, put on some clothes and take some rest. Just take a nap and you'll be fine." "Thank you, thank you."

Yang Zhao asked with a smile while getting dressed.

"Is there any elixir for removing scars? I'll buy a few bottles and go out with these scars to scare people."

There was a big gaping hole in her lower jaw, which was so dangerous that her ear almost got cut off.

Give her eight hundred courages, but she wouldn't dare post the video of such an injury online.

"No no."

Doctor Wang, who was cleaning his hands, looked disgusted.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, what do you think I am? I have always only been responsible for resuscitating people. I don't even care about those who are missing arms or legs. Will I still care about your scars?"

The next journey went very smoothly. Several airships flew out of the Windswept Realm in formation. A mountain-like cross-border airship stood in the darkness, quietly observing the Windswept Realm.

Not long after Yang Zhao's injury was cured, the middle-aged man came over and took Yang Zhao to see General Liu Zhengxia.

"Arrived so soon? I didn't hear anything."

Yang Zhao was still a little confused. She was hungry and sleepy, and wanted to take a nap.

"It's not easy to make any noise outside the sky. Fellow Daoist Yang, please hurry up. General Liu is waiting."

Yang Zhao cleaned up his body, changed his clothes, and followed the middle-aged man out of the medical room.

The middle-aged man arrived at a large cabin in a short while.

There were twenty or thirty people sitting here, all wearing armor and helmets. They all stared at Yang Zhao who had just entered the door. There were good, evil, and indifferent indifference in their eyes.

Yang Zhao saw Liu Zhengxia sitting in the center at a glance.

"In Xiancang City, Yang Zhao met General Liu and all the generals."

"Hahahaha, it is indeed Mr. Yang. I thought I had the wrong person at first."

Liu Zhengxia laughed and stood up from his seat, striding up to Yang Zhao, the surprise on his face could not be concealed.

Yang Zhao respectfully bowed again.

"I have met General Liu, and the mountains and rivers meet each other. I didn't expect to see the general here."

The busybody opened his mouth and asked: "General, do you know her?"

"Why don't you know her? More than a year ago, my daughter was admitted to a private school. The math teacher at that time was Mr. Yang."

Liu Zhengxia looked Yang Zhao up and down with his eyes, shaking his head as he looked.

"You are indeed old. These eyes can no longer see real gold. When I taught you the marksmanship, you had just started. In less than two years, you have actually entered the golden elixir avenue. It is really rare. Talent."

As soon as he said these words, everyone in the cabin took a breath of air.

Whenever Yang Zhao meets an acquaintance, she will be praised like this. She is familiar with the routine, and now she doesn't even blush.

"The general is so complimentary, I just got the elixir by luck."

"Hahaha, since ancient times, how can a monk be lucky enough to enter the golden elixir? Being too modest is arrogance."

Liu Zhengxia pointed out a seat to her, and the two parties took their seats respectively.

"After I was admitted to a private school, my daughter Ruojuan often wrote to me about you, saying that the math techniques she learned from Mr. Yang are still very helpful to her to this day, so she often regrets that she didn't learn more from him. One day, if sir returns to Da Zhou, he must go to Huanglong Port to stay for a few days and teach his little girl a good lesson."

(End of this chapter)