Chapter 22: The Low‑Key Divine Doctor from the Outer City

In this world there is no guaranteed win, and necessary high‑stakes bets do exist.

Moreover, in this bet that must be placed, the two sides' gains are not the same.

If one chooses to rescue, one risks being settled by an unknown enemy, but can gain the goodwill and assistance of one faction.

If one chooses to give up, to conceal one's actions and to strike back, the three great families and the unknown enemy may both settle against oneself.

Ji Ming paced back and forth seven steps in the cramped decoction room, and finally made up his mind.

"Damn!"

He weighed the pretty little bottle in his hand, then poured some into the Leopard Person's abdomen.

He removed the heavy curved blade hanging at his waist, then firmly supported his shoulder.

This towering, muscle‑bound brute was certainly heavy, weighing at least three to four hundred jin.

If Ji Ming hadn't raised his Qi and blood from three to five these past two days, he probably wouldn't even have the strength to drag him.

"I'm numb—clearly I'm still a workplace powerhouse in reality, adept at moving boxes and hauling water..."

He definitely couldn't lift the bed, but laying down a mat was still fine.

After a lot of effort, Ji Ming finally brought the Leopard Person into the treatment room.

"Sigh, others rescue fallen beauties late at night and wait for gratitude, but I have to exhaust myself for a hulking brute."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ji Ming looked at the specks of blood on his body and couldn't help to complain.

Without wasting time, he quickly began the treatment preparations.

Coagulating powder, rejuvenating elixir, sterilized needles and thread, plus wooden splints and rope.

To ensure safety, Ji Ming even prepared an extra set of talismans for contingencies, essentially staking all his medical techniques.

But only when he actually got his hands on it did he realize how tricky all this was.

Chest, abdomen, back, limbs—whether heavy or light—the Leopard Person's body was riddled with wounds.

Some were cuts, some punctures, and even a few broken arrowheads were lodged inside.

Looking around, it was like a moving encyclopedia of trauma.

"How long do I have to grind this out!"

Ji Ming could only proceed step by step, methodically.

Hemostasis, cleaning, suturing, applying medicine, fixing…

However, before the long marathon reached its midpoint, the system popped up a prompt.

【Congratulations on learning a skill】

【Basic Trauma Treatment Technique】

As the saying goes, long illness makes a good doctor; Ji Ming somehow became a clumsy surgeon in practice on the Leopard Person.

"I really thank you."

When Ji Ming finished the last wound, his hands were already piled with empty bottles.

The fourth‑generation was exhausted, the third depleted, the second was in ruins, and he almost had to resort to the first‑generation's inferior potion.

But the Leopard Person's breathing steadied, shifting from coma to peaceful sleep.

Ji Ming cleaned the blood off his body and collapsed exhausted onto the sofa.

He just saw that the Leopard Person's wallet contained gold!

If I don't knock down a couple of gold coins now, it would be a disservice after working half the night!

Given the circumstances, he didn't sleep, but kept sitting on the sofa, dozing lightly.

He waited until dawn's dim light before hearing a movement from the treatment room.

The sound was faint, and then it never appeared again.

If Ji Ming hadn't had enough confidence, an ordinary person would probably think it was an auditory hallucination born of stress and fatigue.

He met the unpredictable with composure, immediately lowering his head to feign sleep.

As for how to check the surroundings while keeping his head down…

Prepared in advance, he began to voluntarily exit the game every three to five seconds.

Although time in Yangyue World pauses, the frozen frame still appears on the screen.

Even if it's rough, it's enough for him to obtain the needed information.

However, while this pleased Ji Ming, it frightened Yangyue, who quickly sent a message.

"Hello, I've noticed you keep repeatedly exiting and restarting the game; I'm concerned about your current mental state..."

"I'm merely using the game mechanics reasonably, not cheating!"

"As long as you can still tell the difference, that's fine..."

Shooing away the inquiring Yangyue, Ji Ming continued his observation.

Sure enough, after not waiting long, he saw the Leopard Person spring, bursting out of the house.

While scanning the surroundings with a fierce gaze, he landed silently and steadily on the ground.

To achieve such lightness with such a massive body, he must be a powerful beast‑man warrior.

So who could be the enemy that reduced him to this state?

Was it mountain mercenaries, the Union, or something else from the wasteland or forest?

Ji Ming thought quietly, and so did the Leopard Person.

He paced in the hall and saw the blood‑stained white robe Ji Ming had deliberately left aside, along with the haphazardly scattered bottles.

Picking up one bottle to sniff, his feline instinct told him it was a healing medicine.

In the darkness, he slowly furrowed his brow.

If memory serves, the place he barely crawled into after shaking off pursuers should have been Ji Ming's clinic, right?

He isn't just a lowly doctor who only knows how to apply medicine, right? How could he have treated the wound so well?

Not to mention superficial injuries, even that near-fatal slash has already stopped bleeding and scabbed over.

The leopard person rubbed his lower abdomen doubtfully; although it still ached faintly, for a beastman it was nothing to worry about.

Could it be…?

He turned his head to look at the black-haired youth slumped asleep on the sofa.

The moment had come; Ji Ming let out a muffled groan as if waking from a light sleep.

"Hmm, you are… you're awake?"

Confused, surprised, awake—all in one fluid motion, he delivered the best acting of his career.

As a result, the leopard person's reaction was even bigger; he stumbled back several steps, panicked, raising his huge furry hands.

"Sorry, maybe I scared you… I just wanted to say, thank you for your help."

"It's just my professional duty as a doctor."

Nevertheless, the generous and broad-minded doctor didn't bother with these trivialities, merely waving his hand nonchalantly.

"How are you? Anywhere else feeling off?"

"My medical skills aren't top-notch; I only know how to treat external injuries, possibly missing some internal issues."

Boris blinked in surprise; he hadn't expected that this pale-faced doctor, on the verge of death, would first concern himself with someone else's body upon waking.

He hastily moved his limbs, answering word by word.

"Rest assured, thanks to your treatment and medicine, I now feel completely fine."

But the doctor's attitude was firm.

"Sometimes the senses can deceive; please let me examine you again…"

He struggled to try to stand, but his legs gave out and he collapsed again.

Boris, startled, hurried over.

"Doctor, are you alright?"

Ji Ming wore a grim expression as he pondered.

This wasn't acting; his weak-as-hell body really couldn't take it.

He had no choice but to go along with it.

"It's fine, I… I performed surgery half the night and have completely exhausted my strength."

"I just need to rest a bit."

Boris breathed a sigh of relief, yet a warm current welled up in his heart.

Turns out, in this filthy, grimy outer city, there hides a benevolent, low-key divine doctor.