I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Heizhu Island is still in chaos here, but I didn't expect another visitor.

Tata, who was guarding the outer sea, appeared and stopped a middle-aged man with a thin face in gray cloth.

Tata saluted first.

"Senior, there is Heizhu Island in front of you, is there anything wrong with senior coming here?"

As soon as this man saw a little girl with red lips and white teeth standing in front of him, he also gave a frown.

"Poverty Shen Ruoyu is the ancestor of the owner of Heizhu Island. I heard that she was seriously injured today, so I came to check on her."

Master?

Tata was taken aback when she heard the words. She has been staying in the sea since she was hired. She belongs to the kind of employee who only does her own work but never wants to have any communication with the boss.

In this regard, the Sea Clan is similar. Only Mo Lin was relatively straightforward because his tentacles were chopped off and he lacked a brain.

Recently, Mo Lin has grown a few tentacles. Although they are not fully grown, their IQ has only returned a little.

It was the newly grown tentacles that allowed Mo Lin to block a whole flying boat of pirates.

Mo Lin's cultivation base was one step away from Nascent Soul, but the Sea Clan was a race that relied on their own bodies, and it was easier to swing tentacles with pliers than those spells.

"Senior, please wait a moment, let me ask the island owner."

Although Tata didn't know Shen Ruoyu, she didn't dare to be self-reliant on this matter, mainly because Shen Ruoyu had a bad face, and she was afraid of offending him and losing money.

When facing seniors with much higher cultivation levels than oneself, those with low cultivation levels will always be very polite.

Tata took out the talisman and asked Shang Jia.

Because Shang Jia was born in a government school, although she just had a Golden Core, she was vaguely the leader of all the cultivator hirers on the island.

It was also she who had the most contact with Yang Zhao. This morning Tata saw Shang Jia go to ask Yang Zhao for a doctor.

As for Yang Zhao, now is the time to heal his wounds, so he probably doesn't have time to take care of himself.

Shang Jia had met Shen Ruoyu before, and had a deep impression on this senior.

When Yang Zhao was injured, she felt that Shen Ruoyu might come back. Otherwise, why would Shang Jia, a monk at the golden core stage, go to Yuntian City to invite a doctor for Yang Zhao, and send a monk at the foundation establishment stage to invite him?
Isn't that because he is afraid that this senior will be dissatisfied with him?

After all, Shang Jia's golden elixir stage was intact, except that her clothes were a little torn, while Yang Zhao, the master, was lying on the bed. Seeing this situation, all the seniors had to wonder if the subordinates were not doing their best on purpose.

It's just that she didn't expect this one to come so soon.

As soon as he heard that he was coming, Shang Jia went out of the island to meet him.

Apologize first when you meet.

"I've seen Senior Shen, it was the junior who didn't protect Yang Zhao so badly."

Regardless of whether she was responsible for Yang Zhao's injury, it's right to admit his mistake first.

After receiving Shang Jia's words, Shen Ruoyu first asked about Yang Zhao's situation.

"How is Yang Zhao now? Did you ask for a doctor?"

What he said made Shang Jia's heart tremble, knowing that this person didn't answer because he was noncommittal about this question, and wanted him to understand it by himself.

"The junior personally invited him. His surname is Qi. He is a Jindanqi cultivator. He was educated in the same school as me, but he is ten years older than me. She is my senior sister. She is a good hand in treating trauma."

Shen Ruoyu nodded slightly, then frowned and ran straight to Heizhu Island at a speed like a meteor.

Over there, Tata and Shang Jia looked at each other, and they both saw a bit of caution in each other's eyes.

Shang Jia chased after him with all her strength.

Tata also decided to be more honest in one or two days.

In case this person was offended, and they grabbed the boss and got hurt, and lost their temper, they would have nothing to say.

After all, Shen Ruoyu waited for Shang Jia for a while, because without Shang Jia's guidance, he didn't know where Yang Zhao was being treated.

At this time, Yang Zhao was still in a coma. Although he had been treated for a long time, the work had not yet been fully completed.

In the first two hours or so, what she treated was not only the treatment of flesh wounds, but also the treatment of residual spells.

For example, the poison used by the opponent, the spell nailed into the flesh, and the spiritual power residue of the spell.

These things need to be carefully identified, and then use the corresponding spells, elixirs, magic tools, etc. to remove them bit by bit.

Fortunately, there are not many such injuries, because most of the pirates are sea people, and the mainstream is to enhance their physical bodies.

But to identify the injury alone requires the doctor to have a large amount of knowledge reserves, otherwise it will be difficult to distinguish.

And the two helpers brought by Dr. Qi can be regarded as half of her apprentices, and they would talk about the treatment methods casually when treating injuries.

At this time, the doctors and nurses Xiaodouren stretched their heads, watching and listening carefully.

If it wasn't for the fear of the other party's disgust, they would have wished to find a straight pen and write it down.

Of course, the best way is to video.

When Shen Ruoyu arrived, he was accompanied by Shang Jia and waited outside for a while before he was able to enter the house to see Yang Zhao.

At this time, Yang Zhao was already wrapped up like a zongzi. During the whole treatment process, except for being awake for a while when Dr. Qi lit incense, he was lethargic for most of the rest of the time.

Even when the wound was being treated, the painful muscles trembled, but he still didn't wake up.

It is estimated that this is another function of the incense ordered by Doctor Qi.

Doctor Qi was also taken aback when he saw Shen Ruoyu, seeing Shang Jia next to him winking desperately, he also hurriedly greeted him.

Shen Ruoyu first stretched out his hand and waved it.

"Doctor Qi doesn't need to be polite, can you tell me about Yang Zhao's injury in detail."

Dr. Qi's eyes slipped to Shang Jia again, seeing her nod in affirmation, Dr. Qi stopped being entangled, and directly explained Yang Zhao's injury in detail.

Then he explained his medication and treatment methods in detail, and finally talked about the meridians.

As soon as Doctor Qi finished speaking, Shen Ruoyu's eyes turned to Shang Jia.

Shang Jia didn't even need Shen Ruoyu to open his mouth, so he told all about Yang Zhao's obsession, how he invited a big monk to sit in charge, and how he was sharpened by the big monk.

Of course, he secretly picked himself out.

Can't let Shen Ruoyu, a big monk, misunderstand him and remember his own hatred, even if he remembers for a second, he is irresponsible for his own life.

As soon as she said that, Shen Ruoyu knew what was going on in an instant.

The first is the problem of Yang Zhao's obsession.

Yang Zhao has been plagued by nightmares for a long time because of her eyesight problems, and in her nightmares, she not only killed people on the battlefield, but also glimpsed the tragic scene of corpses under her eyes.

These things come to haunt her every night, Yang Zhao has no way to hide, no way to avoid it.

If it weren't for her strong character and high tolerance, and the country's rich and powerful people sent a psychologist and a political commissar to Yang Zhao's psychological counseling, someone else would have collapsed into a demon long ago.

Many veterans will lose control of their emotions after going to the battlefield. This is not just a modern problem, it is also very common in ancient times.

For Shen Ruoyu, the time when he grew up was when the Ming Dynasty was just established, and it was the time when swordsman turmoil was frequent.

At that time, in order to prevent the soldiers below from bombing the camp due to psychological problems, the generals who led the troops at that time would often choose some ways for them to vent their anger before or after the battle started.

Such as massacres, such as rape (regardless of gender), such as robbery, such as giving them alcohol to make them gamble.

In short, let them let out the evil spirit that they spoke first.

But at that time, how long did a battle last?

If it is a siege battle, it may last longer. If it is a battle in the field, more time will be spent on the march, and the battle will only take an hour or two at most to determine the winner.

As for Yang Zhao, she didn't even have a comrade-in-arms, and after struggling for so long in this bloody nightmare, her sanity was already on the verge of crumbling.This made her become obsessed after killing the first person in her life.

It should be said that the string in Yang Zhao's head was already stretched so tight that it would break with just a little bit of strength.

This little force may be a short period of time, or it may be some other external force.

As long as the eye problem is not resolved, it is inevitable that Yang Zhao will become a demon.

But the big monk that Yang Zhao invited from the Sujin Pagoda chose the easiest way for her to face Yang Zhao's obsession.

kill.

As long as you kill enough people, kill too much, until you become numb, and spit out the madness in your heart, you will naturally be able to come out of the demon.

This is the same reason as the ancient generals letting go of their soldiers to massacre the city.

Of course, if he couldn't get out, Yang Zhao could only be considered unlucky.

It's just that the big monk from the Sujin family may have been too high-level, and his understanding of the frailty of the foundation-building monks is a little bit off.

It may also be that they don't care whether Yang Zhao's path is blocked or not.

When Yang Zhao was exhausted, when he exchanged incense for spiritual power to help her, he acted a little harder.

Just such a little deviation that the big monk didn't care about caused the consequences of Yang Zhao's meridians being burst and even eroded.

Looking at Yang Zhao who was still asleep, Shen Ruoyu was secretly lucky, this is really not her child, so I don't know how distressed she is.

If he meets that person, he will have to fight with him if he can't beat him, and if he can't beat him, he will have to scold him to get rid of the bad breath in his heart.

He reached out and touched Yang Zhao's brows lightly, and now his brows frowned even tighter.

"The few thunderbolts I left for you, why are you useless? Sigh."

Having said that, Shen Ruoyu also knew that Yang Zhao had become possessed too quickly, and these thunder techniques were too late to use.

Of course, it doesn't matter if it is used, other than killing a few more pirates, it should be enchanted or enchanted.

"Doctor Qi, Yang Zhao's meridian problem, do you have any clues?"

Doctor Qi shook his head in embarrassment.

"Yang Zhao's meridians are severely injured. I, a little cultivator who has just studied medicine for more than ten years, really can't be sure to restore her back to normal."

Seeing that Shen Ruoyu's face became more and more gloomy, Dr. Qi quickly told what he saw.

"But Senior Shen, don't worry too much. Before you came, little friend Yang Zhao had already posted a request for help of 10 taels of silver in Zhuanrui Building. I believe you will get a reply soon."

As soon as the 10 taels of silver were exported, Shang Jia's eyes straightened, silently looking at Yang Zhao who was lying on the bed knowing nothing, his eyes were fiery.

That's 10 taels of silver, a weight that can literally kill people.

According to Shang Jia's current salary level, how many years would it take for her to save without eating or drinking?
No, it should be said that as long as Shang Jia does not become a Yuanying, she will never be able to save so much money.

Because she has a very expensive hobby-alchemy.

Besides, she doesn't have any talent for alchemy.

This hobby is doomed Shang Jia will always be the God of Wealth.

Because Yang Zhao fell asleep, the political commissar Xiaodouren who was guarding outside the room began to arrange a room for Shen Ruoyu to rest.

Fortunately, although there were not many houses built in the general control room of the formation, after the pirates left, many formation masters went to various sea sites to check the wear and tear of the formation, and many rooms were vacated at once.

Shen Ruoyu and Doctor Qi can live there now.

Of course, this room was not occupied for nothing, but after standing there, someone from Xiaodou went to explain the situation to the array mage who had occupied the room, and then said that he would give money.

Of course, this money is just Xiaodouren saying that those formation masters didn't ask for a tael of silver, and said that it was his blessing that the room was occupied.

After all, whether it is Shen Ruoyu or Doctor Qi, their cultivation bases are much higher than these formation masters.

Yang Zhao woke up at noon the next day.

As soon as I woke up, I felt that my mouth was bitter, my mouth was thirsty like on fire, and my body was painful, itchy and stuffy.

"Water... water..."

"Here it comes, Xiao Zhang, hurry up and call Dr. Qi."

Doctor Xiaodouren, who was standing by Yang Zhao's side, looked surprised.

"Are you awake? Do you know who you are? Do you want to throw up? Does your heart feel better?"

If it were in a hospital, there would be no need to ask many questions with professional equipment.

But what you want on Heizhu Island is fine, doctor, Xiaodouren can only ask with his mouth.

Now Yang Zhao felt her head buzzing. Although she knew that the other party was speaking in Chinese, she couldn't understand it at all, so she could only continue to speak in a low voice.

"Water... water..."

"Yang Zhao, just be patient for a while and wait for Doctor Qi to come over. I'll ask him if he can give you some water."

Although this little bean man is also a doctor, he can't just give Yang Zhao a doctor's order now.

Shen Ruoyu was the first to enter.

He has a high level of cultivation, moves quickly, and is close, so he is naturally the first to enter the door.

Doctor Qi followed in a few seconds.

The little bean man immediately went up to meet him, speaking in a broken foreign language.

"The patient wants to drink water, give her?"

There were only a few words in this sentence, and he made a few mistakes, and the accent was so strange that Dr. Qi didn't understand it at all at first.

She didn't even understand what Yang Zhao said, because the delirious Yang Zhao now spoke Chinese.

It was Shen Ruoyu who was next to him who helped translate a sentence.

"Can Yang Zhao drink water now?"

"Wait for me to check one or two." Doctor Qi quickly took out his handy medical instrument from his arms, and began to use it to check Yang Zhao's condition.

The doctor Xiaodouren looked at the magic weapon he took out, his eyes glistening.

In less than ten seconds, Dr. Qi had finished checking.

"Except for the meridian problem, she is recovering well now, and she can drink water now."

Hearing this, Shen Ruoyu waved one hand, and a small water polo appeared by Yang Zhao's mouth.

Yang Zhao felt the breath of water around his mouth, and began to swallow heavily.

As the water entered his mouth and moistened his thirsty esophagus, Yang Zhao gradually became more awake.

"Master..."

She opened her eyes for a moment.

"Yeah, I dreamed of ghosts."