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In the past few days of interaction, Yan Qing learned from Sister Fei that these people in white are all members of the " Benevolent Pavilion " sect.
Even in the ever-changing rivers and the constant changes of dynasties in the martial arts world, the reason why Benevolent Pavilion can stand firm is because they always maintain neutrality and focus on rescuing innocent people.
When the common people mention Benevolent Pavilion, they all know that this is a prestigious sect in the martial arts world, renowned for its profound medical skills and unparalleled swordsmanship. The sect leader, Wei Renzhi, often dispatches disciples from the sect to travel outside the mountain gate, providing medical treatment, punishing evil, and promoting good deeds in the world. As a result, they have gained extremely high respect and prestige among the people.
In the martial arts world, if someone claims to be a disciple of Benevolent Pavilion, even those who walk the evil path will show reverence towards them. After all, the people of Benevolent Pavilion carry the compassionate heart of a healer, viewing saving lives and helping the wounded as their responsibility.
In this era of constant war, Benevolent Pavilion has proven with their compassion and swordsmanship that saving one life is more important than building a seven-level pagoda.
Benevolent Pavilion's The Grandmaster " Wei Renzhi " has not set foot in the martial arts school for many years since choosing to travel the world and help others.
All the affairs within the sect are handled solely by his senior disciple Wei Fei. Wei Fei has always performed exceptionally well and is deeply loved by the people.
Inside the temporary rescue cabin set up by Benevolent Pavilion, the air is filled with the bitter scent of medicinal herbs and the bloody, rusty smell of iron.
The cabin is simple and spacious, with rows of bamboo beds neatly arranged, each occupied by a wounded person.
The sunlight shines through the cracks in the eaves, casting mottled shadows on those contorted faces of pain, seemingly unable to dispel the darkness that surrounds them.
Yan Qing Wearing a white veil, she gazes at the injured being carried into the rescue cabin.
She stands in a corner of the cabin, her hands hanging weakly at her sides, her eyes revealing deep helplessness and compassion.
Inside the wooden house, the sounds of wailing and moaning intertwined to form a heartless elegy of war. She looked at the maimed bodies, and every time the door was pushed open, it was accompanied by a wave of heartache.
These people, perhaps once the pillars of a family, or perhaps once chasing the laughter of children in the fields, now could only struggle with the grim reaper in this cramped space.
She looked at the wounded being carried in, some were young soldiers, with the remnants of battlefield terror still in their eyes; some were elderly, their faces marked by the hardships of life and the cruelty of war.
These people, whether they had lost a leg, an arm, or were bleeding from the head, their pain became naked and real in that moment.
A sudden rush of footsteps interrupted Yan Qing's contemplation. Two White-clothed person carried in a soldier from outside, his legs a mass of flesh and blood, with fresh blood oozing from the thigh bound with a tourniquet.
His legs were gone, leaving only a bloody stump. His wails pierced through every crevice of the wooden house like the night wind.
The White-clothed person spoke, "We've already used a tourniquet on his thigh, but the bleeding hasn't stopped, so we hurried back to bring him here."
"Hurry, put it here!" Sister Fei's voice carried a sense of urgency.
Sister Fei, a woman in her mid-twenties, skillfully and firmly said, "No, this must be grilled on an iron plate first."
Her brows furrowed as she quickly took out a hot iron plate from the nearby wooden box, preparing to cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding. Yan Qing watched this scene, feeling a tightness in her heart, knowing how much pain would come next.
"Hold on, this is the only way to save your life," Sister Fei said with a gentle yet firm voice, her eyes revealing respect for life and helplessness towards death.
When she pressed the hot iron onto the soldier's severed limb, the soldier's agonizing screams froze the air in the entire wooden house. His face was pale, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
"Ahhhh—let me go, let me die!"
The red-hot iron piece made a sizzling sound in the air. Upon contact with the wound, it sizzled like ice meeting a fierce fire, causing a piercing scream from the soldier to abruptly stop and faint. However, Sister Fei showed no hesitation in her eyes.
"Quick, stop the bleeding on the remaining wounds!" Sister Fei's voice echoed in the wooden house, and her disciples swiftly acted, handing her sterilized needles and thread.
Sister Fei gently wiped the sweat from her forehead and then began to tend to the wounds. She quickly threaded the needle through the soldier's skin, her movements swift and precise, as if each stitch was a battle against death itself.
Yan Qing stood quietly to the side, her heart filled with complex emotions. The selflessness and bravery of these White-clothed person gave her a glimmer of hope for the world. Here, there was no distinction of status, no division between royalty and commoners, only lives being treated equally.
" Sister Fei, will he get better?" Yan Qing's voice was weak, but it revealed concern for life.
Sister Fei turned around, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes: "He will make it. As long as he still has a breath, we will not give up."
Yan Qing looked at Sister Fei's weathered face, her eyes showing no fear of bloodshed, only deep compassion and determination. This is a kind of persistence that transcends life and death, for a higher belief.
" Benevolent Pavilion is truly an extraordinary place," murmured Yan Qing, her voice trembling slightly but filled with sincere admiration.
Sister Fei smiled faintly, "The reason Benevolent Pavilion is able to stand firm in this chaotic world is because we never ask about a patient's background. Regardless of status, as long as someone needs help, we will lend a hand."
Yan Qing Looking at all this, complex emotions surged in her heart. She was once a princess of Ba-Shu, but lost everything in the war. Now, as she watches these White-clothed person selflessly providing aid, she no longer dwells on her own tragic fate.
Although she has lost her homeland of Later Yan, she can still do something. She can learn from the spirit of these White-clothed person and help those in need.
" Sister Fei, can I... can I learn medical skills? I also want to save people like you." Yan Qing sounded full of longing.
Sister Fei's eyes showed a hint of surprise, then turned into relief, "Of course, Bei Lin'er. The doors of Benevolent Pavilion are always open to those who are determined to learn medicine and save lives."
Yan Qing stepped forward and asked softly, " Sister Fei, can I help with anything now?" Her voice trembled slightly, but more with the determination to share this pain.
Sister Fei turned around, a faint smile on her face: " Bei Lin'er, you have already worked very hard, but your injuries have not fully healed."
"No, Sister Fei, I am not seriously injured anymore, really, I want to help," Bei Lin'er said.
"Alright, can you help us make some medicine? These wounded people need more care. Lao Lin will teach you how to make the medicine," Sister Fei said.
Yan Qing nodded and walked towards the medicine stove, her movements somewhat clumsy. After all, the medical skills she had learned in these days were far from enough. But there was a force in her heart supporting her, and that was the desire to heal the people who were injured because of the war.
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