Chapter 711: He Is a Prince, After All

However, by the time the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe reacted, they no longer considered whether the Huaxia people were trying to break up the fight or help; they simply surrounded them and started attacking. Daring to beat people on their own home turf—no matter who you are, would the Xuanyuan Tribe be afraid of anyone?

Changle was inexplicably struck many times. For the sake of his own safety, he had no choice but to start resisting. Relying on his own strength and vigor, he traded blows back and forth with several people, but after all, two fists are no match for four hands, and even a hero fears a crowd; in the end, he was still beaten down to the ground.

Seeing this, the fishermen could no longer care about anything else. Even though they were also being beaten, they hurriedly crawled over to shield Changle with their bodies. Fortunately, everyone still knew the limits for the time being and did not use any Weapons, only fists and feet. But if Changle were beaten to death here, Baifeng would not care which tribe this was; he would absolutely launch a war.

The Soldiers of the Xuanyuan Tribe stood on the periphery holding Weapons. They wanted to intervene, but there were too many of their own tribesmen, and they were afraid of injuring their own people. Just as they were watching anxiously from the outside, they suddenly heard someone inside shouting: "This is Changle Prince! The prince of Huaxia! He is Baifeng's son, stop fighting!"

The fishermen did not know who Changle was, but those who often dealt with the Huaxia Soldiers had certainly heard of Changle, or rather, they knew what kind of status a Huaxia prince held. They instantly broke into a cold sweat, hurriedly threw down their Weapons, and rushed up to pull away their tribesmen.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, if you keep fighting, you'll cause a disaster!"

It took a massive effort to finally pull the tribesmen apart, but their anger had not yet subsided. Several people had not had their fill of fighting and their hands were still shaking. They looked at their own Soldiers angrily: "What do you mean by this? People from another tribe came to beat our tribesmen, and you still want to help them?"

The Soldiers hurriedly explained: "It seems the Huaxia Prince is here. That is their King, the Tribal Chief's son. The Huaxia Tribal Chief only has two sons. Do you think if you beat him to death, what will Huaxia do?"

"Ah? Ah... this, this?"

The attackers were also a bit panicked at this moment. When it came down to it, they were just commoners of the Xuanyuan Tribe. They felt very confident on their own tribe's territory, but that did not mean they were not afraid of the Tribal Chief of an equally powerful tribe, especially one that currently had a very good relationship with their tribe.

The fishermen were even spitting blood, their faces bruised and swollen, and some even had teeth knocked out, but they did not care about themselves and instead hurriedly checked Changle's injuries. Fortunately, because they had been pressing their bodies over him, he had not suffered any very serious injuries, and they were finally relieved.

Changle's face was livid. He had not expected to receive this kind of treatment just after arriving at the Xuanyuan Tribe. Their people had struck first, which was indeed wrong, but the Xuanyuan Tribe people had harmed their friends, which was the initial wrong. Even if he went to find Xuanyuan, he would have grounds to argue.

He had come to the Xuanyuan Tribe full of confidence, but it seemed others might not recognize his status as a Prince. It turned out this world was not as safe and peaceful as Huaxia; aside from the beasts in the wilderness and forests, people were also a huge threat.

The Soldier Leader here stepped forward somewhat anxiously: "Where is your Prince? Which one is the Prince?"

Changle stood up very angrily and glared: "I am the Huaxia Prince, Changle."

It really was him. The Leader felt a chill from head to toe. It was over; this time they had truly caused a massive disaster. Leader Limu had just told them they must be friendly to the Huaxia people and try their best not to make things difficult for them. They had always followed this, and he had thought there would be no mistakes, but he had not expected that the first mistake would be such a huge matter. He felt he might be sent to Huaxia to apologize; what he might face was having his limbs and head chopped off, then being thrown into a fire to be burned to death.

He even wanted to kill all these people and throw them into the river so that no one would have ever seen them, but there were so many people involved that it was impossible to guarantee everyone would keep the secret. What could be done now? He could only take him to Qingqiu City and see how the Tribal Chief would deal with it.

"Changle Prince, I am truly so sorry. We did not know, we did not know it was you who had come, and your people started fighting as soon as they arrived, so our people were anxious, and as a result, you were accidentally injured. Are you alright? Let me take you to Qingqiu City first and have Qibo examine you."

Changle was now also furious but had nowhere to vent. Looking at the few fishermen he had brought, who were in a miserable state and still bleeding, he understood that now was not the time to settle accounts with these people. He had to take care of his own people; he had brought them out because of his own willfulness, and he could not let them fail to return.

"Fine, take us to Qingqiu City. I must get my people treated first."

"Ah, yes, yes, I will arrange a cart for you right now."

Although his own tribesmen were also injured—after all, Changle had not held back at the start—the top priority now was to handle these ancestors. As for his own people's injuries, let them recover slowly; anyway, even if their bones were broken, they would have no chance of being treated by Qibo. Qibo would not waste his time on them; the Xuanyuan Tribe had too few doctors, one could even say they had none.

Qibo was not only the doctor of the Xuanyuan Tribe, but also an important figure in their political decision-making. Military, livelihood, everything required Qibo's participation; his time would only be even more scarce.

One of the reasons why the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe had a better attitude toward the Huaxia people was that a Huaxia doctor who had come with the Construction Team would often treat the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe for free while staying in the Xuanyuan Tribe. This could be said to be a massive favor.

Moreover, they generally would not bother the person for small problems; only when it was too serious would they go over. Even so, that doctor was very busy every day, though there were also times when they would not see patients.

The team doctor following the Huaxia Tribe went out to see patients with Baifeng's consent, because for one, it could build a good relationship with the Xuanyuan Tribe, and for another, where else could there be so many opportunities for hands-on practice? In Huaxia, every patient had to be treated very carefully, and they had no chance to handle more serious injuries.

The doctor who could follow the Construction Team was certainly not very skilled; they were just those who had finished their internships, because the Construction Team would not encounter any major illnesses or injuries, and sending a good doctor would be a waste of resources. But for a novice doctor, this was a great opportunity for learning and practice. Staying here for half a year, their medical skills could improve by leaps and bounds. The original doctor had also enjoyed this kind of treatment, and much of it was discovered by himself.

The team doctor who followed last year and the one this year were not the same person. To compete for this opportunity, they had even undergone assessments. As long as they could go to the Xuanyuan Tribe for half a year, they could directly take the exam for a professional title upon returning. The number of patients and cases one could handle in the Xuanyuan Tribe could not be compared to Huaxia, and the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe, even if you did not cure them or even if you treated them to death, would not blame you and would instead thank you sincerely.