On the fourth day after the conclusion of the battle, the air in the Mount Song Army headquarters was still bitterly cold, but the stench of blood was much fainter. The streets were no longer filled with the tense sight of several hundred soldiers carrying stretchers, shouting as they ran, nor was the sacred sight of ten-some Sacred Lights simultaneously illuminating the night sky from the Sacred Hospital.
Many plumes of white smoke rose from the Huailing outside Mount Song, drifting high into the sky. The people in the city who saw this sight from afar stopped and mourned, because each plume of white smoke represented a fallen soldier. According to a preliminary count, the number of soldiers of the Great Zhou who had sacrificed themselves in this battle exceeded ten thousand, and this did not even include the laborers in charge of logistics and the cultivators who had come to reinforce the army.
The mood in the Sacred Hospital was no longer as tense as it had been a few days ago. The majority of the injured had been brought under control, and those who were too heavily injured to be treated had long since been carried out. However, for some reason, the room in the deepest part of the hospital was still packed with people, and the mood was exceptionally anxious.
"I don't want to hear any explanation. I only want you to save him."
The general's face was extremely grim and his tone unyielding. When his gaze fell on the bed, his voice became even more ruthless.
The injured person lying on the bed was very young. From his clothes and the cloth bag at his waist, one could tell that he was an array master. He was thin and his limbs were a little black, but his face was as white as paper. It was clear that he had lost too much blood, and his lips were curled up in dried skin. His breathing was extremely weak, and he seemed like he could die at any moment.
The general's words caused the people in the room to feel an enormous pressure, and at the same time, they were rather confused.
Such a young array master had assuredly come from a famous sect and had an extremely promising future, but the general was a trusted aide of Divine General Ke and had an extremely high reputation and status in the Mount Song Army headquarters. Why would he be so angry over a wounded person? It had to be known that besides the military doctor, there were also two people from the Orthodoxy who had treated this young array master.
The general knew what they were thinking, but he gave no explanation.
He had a vague idea of this young array master's background, but this was not the reason he was so angry and nervous.
Before arriving at the hospital, he had just received the dossier of the investigation.
Other than the young Array Master on the bed who was about to die, no one knew what had happened between the cliffs. But the soldiers who had seen that cliff with their own eyes were all very sure that it had been an extremely heroic affair, because the scene they had seen was extremely bitter. Ten-some soldiers had used the magical artifacts of the Wenshui Tang clan to self-destruct, taking five wolf cavalry down with them. And on the path of retreat in front of the cliff, they had discovered the corpses of ten-some soldiers.
Thirty of the bravest and most elite soldiers of the Mount Song Army had sacrificed themselves precisely so that this young array master could survive. Therefore, he had to keep this young array master alive. Otherwise, how could he comfort the souls of his dead subordinates?
"I won't explain anything, because I really don't have the ability to keep him alive."
A woman dressed in white rose from the bed. Her beautiful face was filled with exhaustion, and the gentle holy light gradually dissipated from her slender fingers.
The general fell silent.
The woman came from the capital's Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green. Her surname was An Hua. Two days ago, she had arrived at the Mount Song Army headquarters, and then began to work tirelessly to treat the wounded on the battlefield. If not for the fact that the Mount Song Army headquarters had stockpiled enough crystals to help one meditate and recover, she might have already died from the exhaustion of her Sacred Light.
Facing her, no matter how terrible and anxious the general's mood was, he could not say any harsh words.
And he could clearly see that she had done all she could to save the young array master on the bed.
The general turned to the cleric in charge of the Sacred Hospital.
The cleric imperceptibly shook his head.
If the doctors of the various hospitals were powerless to treat the young array master's injuries, could the Sacred Light technique of the cleric of the Li Palace and the teachers of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green not save him?
The general's mood sank to the bottom. Unable to control his emotions, he slammed his fist against the table.
The mood in the room was abnormally gloomy. Some people took off their hats, preparing to offer their condolences.
At this moment, a doctor in the corner sadly said, "If only there were more Cinnabar Pills."
The name 'Cinnabar Pill' seemed to possess some sort of magical power. The room was quiet, almost deathly still, with only the sound of ragged and hurried breathing.
Delight appeared in some people's eyes, but they quickly dimmed as they thought of something.
Just as expected, the cleric sighed, "On the first day of the campaign, our quota was used up."
The general was well aware of how many heavily wounded soldiers had been sent back from the battlefield on the first day. From the very start, he had not held any hope, but when that name was once more mentioned, he couldn't help but cling to one last hope and ask, "When will the next batch be distributed? Will he be able to last until that day? "
The cleric shook his head. "The date for the medicine is ten days from now. With his injuries, he can last for five more days at most."
An Hua had been studying the Sacred Light technique in the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green this entire time, and after the war with the demons began, she had placed all her attention on cultivation. She wanted to go to the front lines as quickly as possible to treat the wounded, so she paid no attention to the outside world. Coupled with the fact that she had only been at the Mount Song Army headquarters for two days, she had no idea what everyone was talking about.
"What is the Cinnabar Pill? A pill? "she asked the cleric in confusion.
Based on its name, the primary ingredient for this pill was cinnabar, which truly could be used as medicine to staunch bleeding. However, this young array master's injuries were so severe that not even her Sacred Light technique was effective. In her view, only several cardinals working together could save him. Could this pill have the same effect?
The cleric understood what she was thinking and said, "The Cinnabar Pill can cure this person's injuries."
Everyone nodded, none of them expressing any doubt. This was because in the hearts of those who had seen the Cinnabar Pill, this pill could cure all wounds and illnesses in the world.
An Hua had never heard of this pill before, so she could not understand their fervent faith in it, which made her even more confused.
"If it really … works, why don't we hurry and try it?"
The cleric sighed, "Where can we find such a treasure?"
The crowd recalled the rumor that this pill could only be found in the heavens and fell silent.
The general said to An Hua, "This pill is very rare."
An Hua was still confused. "If this pill really does have a miraculous effect, why not have the Yao clan offer up the recipe and then have the Imperial Court or the Li Palace mass produce it?"
The room fell silent once more.
Everyone's gazes fell on her, and they all seemed rather nervous.
No one answered her question.
The entire Sacred Hospital suddenly fell silent.
There was not a single sound.
It was like her question was some sort of taboo.
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