Xiang Yu sat comfortably in the makeshift medical hut that his martial aunt had constructed for him at the base of the mountain. Originally, he had planned to use this space to practice his medicine skills by treating the sect's disciples, but the ongoing battle had forced him to abandon that idea. Now that the fighting was over, he could finally return to his original plan. The good thing was that there were now hundreds of patients requiring his attention.
He moved carefully from one wounded cultivator to the next, checking injuries, applying healing salves, and dispensing recovery pills. Although he didn't like that there were so many injured people, his medicine exp sure wasn't complaining.
