Meanwhile, Wei Yuan had finally put the Xuanming Hall sick ward behind him. While washing his wound, the Daoist treating him had used a little too much poison and melted a little too much flesh. Thus, he had to toss in a second dash of Flesh Growing Powder to regrow the lost flesh. However, the second dash of Flesh Growing Powder was still too much, so he was forced to sprinkle some poison again to melt away the extra flesh. If Wei Yuan wasn’t as tough as he was, his injuries would probably be worse than when he initially entered the sick ward.0

While the Daoist was panicking, he accidentally revealed that he was only eighteen years old, and that he hadn’t graduated from his studies. He also revealed that the reason he was stuck being an assistant was because he was pretty untalented in the art of healing. However, the hall was constantly short on manpower, and the H-rank sick wards in particular had always lacked a proper healer. Thus, his higher-ups had dispatched him to handle Wei Yuan.0

After putting the sick ward...1