Chapter 353: Water Dance

On the island, houses stood in rows.

Various wooden shops and houses were arranged neatly, and the space in front of the houses and the streets were packed with people, looking quite lively.

It was practically another small town.

But looking closely, one discovered that among these crowds, some people's appearances were quite strange.

Some people had blue hair, or silver, or other colors; some had pointed ears, or round ones, or even no ears at all; some had gray eyes, or blue, or even scarlet...

There were also some people who even had scales on their faces or necks.

Behind one little girl, there was actually a furry tail dragging along...

Luo Zijun and his group of nine, while following the young girl in front, looked at the surrounding crowd with varied expressions.

Of course, these crowds were also curiously looking at them.

"Descendants of monsters?"

Several of them secretly guessed in their hearts.

Walking in front was a tall young girl wearing black leather clothing, aged about twenty, with a high, long chestnut ponytail; the muscles on her arms and legs looked exceptionally sturdy, her skin was wheat-colored, her nose was high and straight, and her pupils were azure, looking quite different from the people in the small town.

The young girl led them to the edge of a cliff and entered a simple, small courtyard consisting of three stone houses.

A stove was burning in the courtyard, and medicine was being decocted on it.

A rich medicinal scent permeated the entire courtyard.

The young girl came to the door of the middle stone house, then turned her head to look at the young doctor behind her who did not look like a doctor, and said, "My father injured his leg and has been in a coma for three days. I previously found doctors to look at him and he took a lot of medicine, but it had no effect. I heard you have the medical skill to bring the dead back to life; if you can cure him, I can take responsibility and let you all leave."

Before Luo Zijun could speak, Wang Qiangzhuang behind him said, "We want to meet the island master here."

The young girl looked at her and said, "I can only guarantee that you will be able to keep your lives."

Little Daoist Yiye said anxiously, "What about my master? Was he really turned into meat buns by you people?"

The one-eyed man following behind laughed and said, "Don't be anxious. As long as you can save the person inside, we can naturally save that old Daoist too."

Little Daoist Yiye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What if it can't be cured?"

Luo Zijun asked.

Only he himself knew that the so-called medical skill to bring the dead back to life was all fake; if the other party was truly too ill, he certainly would have no way to cure him.

"Then leave your lives behind."

The young girl looked at him with a cold gaze: "Yours, theirs, and that old Daoist's."

Luo Zijun glanced at Wang Qiangzhuang behind him.

Wang Qiangzhuang said with a serious face, "Hualiu, go in. I believe you can succeed."

"Captain, do you really think I'm a miracle doctor?"

Luo Zijun couldn't help but retort.

Who knew, Wang Qiangzhuang nodded earnestly: "I really do think you are a miracle doctor."

These past few days, it had spread all over the small town that this guy really could bring the dead back to life; one by one, patients who were about to die of illness had turned from danger to safety after his treatment—if this wasn't a miracle doctor, what was?

"Sigh, I'll do my best."

Luo Zijun couldn't explain, so he followed the young girl into the house.

Seeing that no one stopped him, Wang Qiangzhuang also followed inside.

The one-eyed man and his subordinates stood guard at the courtyard entrance, full of vigilance.

"Father..."

Arriving inside the house, the young girl walked to the bedside and called out softly to the person on the bed.

The person on the bed was already breathing faintly; they seemed to be able to hear the voice, but only their eyelids moved slightly, and they did not open their eyes.

Luo Zijun came to the bedside and uncovered the quilt, immediately smelling a foul stench rushing toward him.

The man on the bed had several layers of gauze tightly wrapped around his right thigh, and the white gauze had already been stained other colors.

"Open the window and light the lamp."

Luo Zijun gave the order, put on the bamboo membrane gloves he had already taken out, and began to unwrap those layers of gauze filled with a foul odor.

The window was quickly opened, and the oil lamp was also quickly lit.

The moment Luo Zijun unwrapped all the gauze and saw the wound, his scalp immediately went numb.

The man's entire thigh had rotted, pus was overflowing, and one could even see the bone inside; it was a shocking sight.

"Give me the lamp."

Luo Zijun said with a frown.

The young girl held the oil lamp and handed it to his hand, turning her face away, seemingly afraid to look at the wound on her father's leg.

"Stupid! It's rotted like this and you're still wrapping it in gauze!"

Luo Zijun held the oil lamp, observed it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but curse.

The young girl turned her head and asked, "Who are you cursing?"

"Cursing you! What about it? You harmed your father, do you know that?"

Luo Zijun glared at her aggressively.

The young girl glared at him for a while, her momentum gradually weakening; her lips moved, seemingly wanting to argue something, but after glancing at the figure on the bed, she held it back, bit her lip, and asked, "What should we do now? Can it be treated?"

Luo Zijun ignored her, observed the wound carefully for a while longer, and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this sigh, the young girl's face immediately turned pale.

"The leg needs to be sawed off."

Luo Zijun turned his head and looked at her.

The young girl was stunned and hurriedly asked, "If the leg is sawed off, can my father survive?"

Luo Zijun said, "There is at least a glimmer of hope. His leg is already rotting now, severely infected, and even the bone has rotted away; it has already rotted up to the base of his thigh. If it is not sawed off now, once it rots up to his waist, he will surely die."

The young girl's expression turned ugly as she said, "Is there only a glimmer of hope?"