On the third day after leaving Orchid Town, Chen Xing arrived at Gray Corner City at noon. After getting off the airship, we ran directly to the Holy Light Church in the city center.
At the end of the cross street, there stands a Gothic building with a cross on the pointed roof. The stained glass windows reflect the afternoon sun and are surrounded by flowers, filling it with a tranquil and holy atmosphere.
With Slade Tamada’s prior contact, the Vice-Bishop of the Gray Point City Chapter personally received him. Chen Xing directly explained his intention.
"Alan is the exclusive therapist assigned by the Holy See to the Maris royal family. He is not within our jurisdiction, but if it is just treatment, we can also provide it." The deputy bishop explained to Chen Xing.
The Holy Light Holy See will send fast healers free of charge to religious royal families, royal families and powerful lords in various places in exchange for convenience in the region. Alan was sent by the Holy See to serve the Maris royal family. His status was so high that even the bishops in the second-level areas could not control him, let alone him as a deputy bishop.
It was all treatment anyway, so Chen Xing didn't care and let the deputy bishop arrange it.
"The healing amount of a Raft is one hundred gold coins." The deputy bishop explained the cost to Chen Xing.
Generally speaking, the therapeutic effect of a Raft is roughly equivalent to that of a small treatment needle, but the price is twice as expensive.
Therapeutic needles are not as effective as therapeutic techniques, and continuous use over a short period of time can lead to drug resistance.
After a while, the deputy bishop invited a middle-aged male therapist wearing a black monk's robe and a watermelon hijab to perform treatment on Chen Xing.
"Sir, where is your wound?" asked the watermelon hijab therapist.
"Huh?" Chen Xing didn't understand for a moment. Ye Yang Bailiu treated him by patting his shoulders and back directly, and never asked him about the location of the wound.
"That's right, sir, we need to know the specific location of your wound so that we can concentrate our energy on treatment." The watermelon hijab therapist explained.
"I was injured internally, and my whole body hurts," Chen Xing said. It was an internal laceration caused by psychic overload. There were injuries from capillaries to large blood vessels. There was no specific location.
The watermelon hijab therapist looked embarrassed and looked at the archdeacon, as if seeking the latter's opinion.
"If it is a systemic treatment, the amount of treatment required may increase a lot." said the vice-bishop of Gray Point City.
"It doesn't matter, as long as it can be cured." Chen Xing said simply.
After receiving his confirmation, the watermelon hijab therapist began to perform the technique.
"May the holy light bless you." The watermelon hijab therapist put his hands on Chen Xing's shoulders. After twenty or thirty seconds, a light green shimmer appeared at the contact location.
Compared to Ye Yang Bailiu's treatment, the light was more than ten times fainter. It was so weak that you couldn't tell it if you didn't look carefully. And it flickered on and off, as if it would go out at any time.
The feeling brought about by the treatment is also very weak. The areas touched do not have the refreshing feeling of ice, nor the warmth that reaches deep into the soul.
About ten minutes later, cold sweat broke out on the watermelon hijab therapist's forehead. It was obvious that he had reached his limit. He immediately retracted his hands and nodded to Chen Xing, indicating that the treatment was over.
"Is this the end?" Chen Xing said in shock. He knew that ordinary therapists could not compare with Great Therapist Ye Yang, but it was still far from what he imagined. Such exhaustive treatment is not as good as Ye Yang Bailiu's casual patting.
"Yes, yes sir..." The watermelon hijab therapist wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He was also very depressed, because the other party was like a big pit that couldn't be filled. His life energy was dispersed and sucked away as soon as it was transported in, like a stream flowing into a dry lake.
"What's wrong?" the archdeacon asked with concern.
"This customer's injury is too serious. I, my treatment is not enough." The watermelon hijab therapist said with some embarrassment.
"Oh, this is easy." The deputy bishop invited a middle-aged female therapist. Wearing a dark blue priest robe with a white cross embroidered on the chest, he looked arrogant.
"This is Miss Anna, an intermediate therapist."
After some treatment, the intermediate therapist was indeed more effective than the junior one, but Chen Xing was still not completely cured even though he exhausted his life energy. Even the vicar general has some
Embarrassed, another mid-level therapist was invited and he used all his strength to stabilize Chen Xing's injuries.
It wasn't until this incident that Chen Xing truly understood the power of Ye Yang Bailiu. The total treatment volume of one junior therapist and two intermediate therapists is only equivalent to two casual shots of Ye Yang Bailiu. The gap is so huge that it is shocking. The therapeutic effect is also different, and there are only five intermediate therapists in the entire Holy Light Church in Gray Corner, and there are only two senior therapists like Alan in the entire principality. No wonder Ye Yang Bailiu is so famous in later generations. Witches with golden eyes came to rob people.
If Ye Yang Bailiu is willing to join the Holy Light Church, he is afraid that the Pope will personally pick him up and send him off.
But then again, fast therapists are only a supplement to high-end medical treatment, and the main treatment methods still rely on medicine and surgery.
If a large-scale war breaks out, it can only reduce the attrition of high-level elites, but cannot change the situation of the war.
Furthermore, the main role of battlefield medical care is to embody the humanitarian spirit and inspire soldiers' courage. The essence of war is to rely on human lives.
"The total cost of treatment is 3,700 gold coins. You were introduced by Vice-Bishop Tian Yu, so just charge 3,500 gold coins."
After paying the sky-high treatment fee, Chen Xing also asked for personnel to follow him so that he could be treated at any time. In his case, he needs to be treated every day, otherwise he will bleed internally.
As long as there is money, everything is easy. The vice-bishop of Gray Point City sent two intermediate therapists to follow Chen Xing. The daily fee is three thousand until the end of the service.
Ninety thousand gold coins a month is enough to make money in the fast healer industry. You know, 90,000 gold coins is equivalent to the purchasing power of 90 million on earth. But it’s not surprising that fast healers can extend lives, and many rich people are willing to spend money to buy lives. Chen Xing is in this situation right now. He is just paying protection money to the God of Death.
After settling the matter with the therapist, Chen Xing returned to the airship and dialed Ye Yang Qingyan's voice while heading towards the Lizard City.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
After a long time, no one answered. When I called again, there was still no answer. It seemed that the other party was so angry last time that he even refused to answer his phone call.
After calling five or six times in a row, the other party finally answered.
"What are you doing?" The voice was lazy and rude.
"It's okay, I just want to chat with my sister-in-law..."
"No time!"
"Dududu..."
As soon as Chen Xing opened his mouth, he was hung up mercilessly. While he was cursing "little girl," he dialed again.
But then, the dialed voice was like nothing, and there was no response at all. Chen Xing had no choice but to send another message.
But ordinary messages will definitely not be responded to, and you may even be annoyed by being blocked, so you must take strong medicine as soon as you get started.
[I'm sick and about to die]
The dose was ferocious, and the other party responded quickly.
[How can you still send messages when you are dying? ]
[One more breath] Chen Xing entered.
[That's good] The answer over there was heartless, [When will you die? ]
[I am about to die. I want to talk to my sister-in-law before I die, thanking her for her constant care and love]
After a while, a video request was sent over there. Clicking to connect, a fair and pretty face appeared on the screen, with her hands folded across her chest, her head tilted, her eyes half-open and half-closed, looking lazy and disdainful.
At this moment, she was wearing a peaked cap on her head, a suspender canvas coat on her body, and a wrench in her hand. Behind her was a sports car with the lid open, and she seemed to be repairing something.
"Chen is a busy man. You have so much free time today. You have time to entertain a car repair girl like us."
"How can you say that..." Chen Xing quickly laughed.
"Then what else can you say? We are from humble backgrounds and are not in your eyes. Please show your respect and stop tormenting us, okay?" Ye Yang Qingyan sighed, looking like she was feeling sorry for herself.
"Oh, you scared me when you said that." Chen Xing pretended to be scared.
"That's right, I look very scary, every time I come out
Can scare you half to death. "Ye Yang Qingyan fanned the wind with her hands, looking furious, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly, or I will die. "
"I heard that you have the key to the secret vault of the Guards Department?" Chen Xing asked straight to the point. For a girl with a straightforward personality like Ye Yang Qingyan, too many twists and turns will make her look down on her, so it is better to be more direct.
Ye Yang Qingyan was slightly stunned at first, then glanced at him and hummed, "The investigation is quite clear~"
"I heard that there are many undercurrent relics in the library, right?" Chen Xing asked. Although he knew the situation through Sora, his too sure tone would arouse suspicion. After all, the Vault was a secret that only the top brass knew.
"Have you advanced to lord?" Ye Yang Qingyan asked somewhat unexpectedly.
"That's right." Chen Xing replied vaguely. It's not that he wants to hide something. Ye Yang Qingyan is a member of his own family, so there is no need to be careful. It's just that he can't figure out whether his current situation is considered an advancement?
"Okay, you'll become a lord after not seeing each other for a few days, and he won't look down on us car repair girls. Maybe in a few days, the lord will forget what my little girl's name is." Ye Yangqingyan said in a strange way. , the tone was a little sour.
"Oh, judging from what you said, even if I, Chen Xing, forget myself, I can't forget my sister-in-law!" Chen Xing said seriously.
Ye Yang Qingyan half-closed her eyes, looking disdainfully, as if she didn't believe it.
"I only have sincerity for my sister-in-law." Chen Xing said swornly, with such a sincere and painful look that he almost swore to the sky.
The other person wrinkled his little nose and made a humming sound.
"Oh, forget it if it's inconvenient for you." Seeing that the other party was not able to make any money, Chen Xing changed his strategy and retreated to advance, "There is no need to say such hurtful words."
"Others don't know what I do to you. Don't you still know?" Chen Xing shouted, looking like he had been greatly wronged.
Seeing his painful look, Ye Yangqingyan couldn't help but burst into laughter. Although she tried her best to regain her indifferent look, she couldn't go back. Her smile was as bright as a spring flower blooming.
"Why are you laughing? I'm already like this, and you still have the nerve to laugh!" Chen Xing looked depressed, half of it was pretending, and the other half was real. He was almost dead, yet the other party was still smiling so happily.
Of course, Ye Yang Qingyan didn't know his true situation, maybe he wouldn't be like this if he knew it, but seeing the other person's uncontrollable laughter made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Ye Yang Qingyan suppressed her laughter and returned to her cold demeanor. She crossed her arms and said, "Why don't you go to my sister? She is now a high priest and a celebrity around the queen. It is more effective to go to her than to me."
"I want to give her a surprise." Chen Xing said casually. Subconsciously, he didn't want to trouble Ye Yang Bailiu, let alone him worry about him. The Great Healer's perception of life energy is very keen, and his hidden injuries can be seen at a glance.
Ye Yangqingyan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Okay, wait a moment." Then she hung up the communication.
About half an hour later, she sent a bunch of photos she had just taken from the vault.
Chen Xing browsed through it and picked out six interesting ones.
"Can you take it out and take a look? I'm on the outskirts of the city and can send you an address..."
"Why, you don't dare to enter the city?" Ye Yang Qingyan asked doubtfully, and then with some contempt, "Did you offend someone again?"
"That's right..." Chen Xing said vaguely. The matter of Lacey and Aaliyah is difficult to talk about and cannot be said. If one less person knows, the risk will be reduced.
"Oh, I have no choice. I have no choice but to find my sister-in-law..." Chen Xing pretended to be pitiful while playing the relative card.
"It's really troublesome~" Ye Yangqingyan glanced at him with disgust, but still agreed, "Give me the coordinates."
"Then I'll trouble my sister-in-law." Chen Xing said with a smile.
After coaxing and coaxing, Ye Yang Qingyan was finally settled.
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