"Cookba, move faster!"
"This pot of food will be ready soon. Hurry and put out the bowls."
Supports have been erected at the flattened Liyue Port North Pier. Chef Xiang Ling and Chef Mao from Wanmin Hall are turning over the spatulas and cooking over a high fire. The large pot of delicious food is divided into dozens of portions and is ready to be delivered. in the hands of the people affected by the disaster.
The ancestral kitchen of Wanmintang was also temporarily moved to a simple shed next to Bubu House so that the soldiers of the Qianyan Army who were treating their injuries here could have hot meals.
After all, only the dead are resurrected, and the number of injured in this war is even greater.
Not far from the busy Xiangling, Baizhu and Qiqi kept spinning like tops.
As a doctor, Baizhu took on the responsibility of treating the wounded, while Qiqi and the pharmacist Agui served as his assistants to prepare medicine and boil it for him. Chongyun took Xingqiu out to help collect the medicine, and now he was carrying it hurriedly. Two large baskets of herbs arrived one after another.
At this time, the people of Liyue realized how superb Mr. Bai's medical skills were, who always liked to claim that good medicine was bitter.
The strong aroma of medicine permeated the Bubu House, and a large amount of trauma medicine was quickly prepared and then distributed to patients with less severe injuries.
A small number of seriously injured people were taken care of by Baizhu himself. The faint grass element light shone. Baizhu's special medicine may not be able to save the dead, but it is enough to make the injured's broken limbs heal and the bones to grow muscle.
I have three thousand illnesses, where can I seek medical advice?
"Doctor Bai, it really hurts... Can you prescribe me some more anesthesia medicine..."
The Qianyan Army soldier who was receiving treatment was injured while fighting the Fools. A bullet from the Fire Gun guerrillas hit his arm. At this moment, Bai Zhu was holding the alloy tweezers and surgical instruments imported from Fontaine, accurately and elegantly taking out the iron. Bullets.
"It's three parts of the medicine that are poisonous, not to mention the quantity of this medicine is limited. If you use one more part, others will lose one part."
The injured soldier was sweating profusely in pain and gritting his teeth to hold on.
The amount of medicine given by Atractylodes is just right. Although there is some pain, it will not cause fainting. It is easy to determine whether the affected area has been cleaned from the reaction of the injured.
"It's not as good as those brothers who died in the battle... were resurrected without any pain."
In less than half a cup of tea, Baizhu quickly completed the operation and bandaged the wound of the Qianyan Army soldier.
But when he heard the other party muttering unintentionally, Bai Shu's face suddenly darkened. There was a cold light in the snake boy, just like the snake and python in Liyue folklore that became a spirit.
"How dare you treat life and death with such contempt?!"
Baizhu, who was always smiling, suddenly got angry, and Chang Sheng, who was wrapped around his neck, was vomiting messages uneasily. For some reason, this usually talkative little snake was surprisingly quiet at this moment, and looked like an ordinary little snake. Snakes are no different.
"you……"
The soldier who had just been treated was obviously stunned when he heard this. He didn't know why this miracle doctor, whom everyone in Liyue praised, suddenly became angry at him.
Perhaps realizing his gaffe, Baizhu was silent for a moment, and then wiped his hands with a handkerchief. The breeze blew gently, and the swaying candlelight reflected on Baizhu's pale face. This doctor who always showed gentleness had deep eyes at this moment. Here, he showed a rare hint of self-deprecation.
"There is great terror between life and death..."
"You may not understand that what some people desire most is just to be able to run and jump normally like ordinary people."
Atractylodes' physical condition was extremely poor. After the consultation, he often returned to his residence to regulate his breathing and rest.
Many people in Liyue knew about this matter, but no one knew what was wrong with Bai Shu, and no one cared about it.
After all, who made him a doctor?
"Mr. Bai, Qiqi has prepared the medicine..."
When the atmosphere in Bu Bu Lu was stagnant, a little zombie walked in with his head swaying, holding a large bowl of medicinal soup. The yellow paper order in front of his forehead swayed with the movement, and the protective bead chain on his chest complemented the bright light. De Roududu’s little face is particularly cute.
But there was no expression on the little zombie's face, like ice that had already solidified.
"Mr. Bai, are you busy... Qiqi goes to find Agui..."
Qiqi was keenly aware of the atmosphere that was not quite right, and her zombie instinct made her quickly turn around and prepare to leave this place of right and wrong.
"Wait a minute, Qiqi."
"Distribute the medicinal soup to the patients whose wounds have been treated according to the proportions prepared in advance."
Bai Shu returned to his usual smiling appearance, as if the conflict just now had not happened, and continued to treat the next injured person seeking medical treatment.
Agui, who then came to get medicine, carried a medicine basket on his back. After taking the medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet, he walked straight to the window and pushed open the withered flower grid.
The cool evening breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers came to us instantly, and the melodious opera and music floated in the air. It was Yun Jin and Xin Yan who were jointly organizing an inspiring street performance.
War is cruel, not to mention a battle between gods that changes the world.
But now Liyue has begun to show his endless vitality.
The Hall of Rebirth is also crowded, but not all of the customers who come to inquire are those who have relatives who have passed away in their families. More people want to inquire about their relatives who were killed in the war and whether they have been resurrected.
Although Ningguang has issued a notice, claiming that with the help of a certain god, the soldiers and civilians who died in the Liyue Defense War can be reborn, the specific number and list have not yet been announced.
Tianquan Star is already very busy, so ordinary people naturally have no access to the channels for condensing light, and the only place in Liyue Port that can be linked to matters of life and death is the Hall of Rebirth.
However, these people who came to inquire were turned away by Zhongli on the grounds that "the hall master has gone to Wuwangpo to investigate, please be patient."
Zhongli did not deceive these anxious residents.
After everything in Liyue was settled, the retired Mr. Zhong took the travelers back to the Hall of Purity, awakened Hutao who was sleeping in the boudoir, and explained to her the recent events in Liyue.
Hutao, who had just woken up from a big dream, with water stains on the corners of his mouth, listened to Zhongli's story with a blank expression. Paimon and the traveler would add details from time to time. Hall Master Hu, who came back to his senses, was shocked to find that while he was still in the dream, Liyue has survived all crises safely.
"Famas, resurrection... Munata soldiers... the boundary between life and death..."
Hutao curled up and sat on the bed, reaching out to hold her white legs. Her plum blossom eyes stared at her toes painted with black khaki, and she muttered to herself in confusion. She was surrounded by the slightly worried Traveler and Paimon. Zhongli sat in front of the pear wood chair by the window, holding a steaming tea cup in his hand.
"No! I want to go to Wuwangpo to have a look!"
Hu Tao Meng turned over and got out of bed without having time to pay attention to her own clothes. The temporary clothes Zhongli put on her body immediately fell off.
Under the luxurious robe was a bellyband embroidered with blood plum blossoms. Fortunately, the red string of the bellyband on Hall Master Hu's back had been tied by Zhongli with his divine power early on, and he was also wearing shorts, so there was no embarrassing situation.
"ah!"
Paimon shyly covered his eyes with his little hands, while Yingmei opened her mouth in shock and stared at Hu Tao's smooth jade-like back.
Only Zhongli looked as normal and was even in the mood to use a tea lid to skim the foam on the tea water.
Hutao, who was fascinated by the lake, then remembered that during her sleep, she seemed to have had a strange dream, dreaming about herself and Mr. Zhongli...
"Is it true!?"
Hutao's eyes widened, and she stood awkwardly, curling up her toes, her face quickly turning red, and then she immediately looked at the calm Mr. Keqing.
Zhongli seemed to know what she was thinking, and slowly put away his clothes and robe, holding the tea cup and leaving.
A moment later, Hutao, neatly dressed and carrying the Humo Staff, walked out of the boudoir. His eyes were evasive and he did not dare to look at Zhongli. He hurriedly packed up the funeral supplies, rushed out of the door of the Hall of Purity, and fled towards Wuwangpo. .
"Master, walk slowly."
Before leaving, Zhongli, who was sitting under the dragon head statue in the main hall, did not forget to say hello to Hu Tao, but this made this usually carefree little girl run faster.
For most of the next day, Zhongli finally enjoyed his leisurely retirement time.
But now...
Zhongli sent away the last few residents who came to ask for news about their relatives, hung the closure plaque on the door knocker of the main entrance of the Hall of Purity, and then turned back to the side hall.
Famas, the instigator of the war, was sitting at the square table with the traveler. The young man was holding a certain talking emergency food in his hand, and was rubbing the other person's soft face lazily.
"Help, help...Ying, Zhongli!"
"There is a perverted slime who wants to torture Paimon..."
Little Paimon struggled hard, but obviously couldn't escape Famas' clutches, so he simply bit Famas' arm.
"Hiss... Paimon, are you a dog?"
Famas tried his best to wave away the little mascot, while the traveler looked at the two fighting with a smile, as if it was rare to see such a warm moment.
Only retired Mr. Zhong sighed slowly.
