AWB Chapter 631 was a bit casual.
Chapter 631 was a bit casual.
The path to power and control is fraught with bloodshed.
Lu Yangyang was shocked to realize that under the feet of power, no matter who you are, you are stepping on piles of flesh and bones.
They are, and so are the countless people below.
I only hope that in the future, the old rules will be broken and shattered.
New rules will bring new vitality.
The army of Yuechuan and the people of Yuechuan simultaneously submitted to the new king, and this great battle, which had already begun, finally came to an end before nightfall.
Yin Yueling blew her silver flute again, and the summoned pythons retreated in an orderly fashion.
From this moment on, the Yuechuan Royal Army no longer needed to conceal their whereabouts; from then on, they were officially incorporated into the Yuechuan Kingdom's army.
The transition from initial hostility to submission usually requires time to adjust, but for the Yuechuan people who believe in the Gu God, this obstacle does not exist.
After the python retreated, the Yuechuan King's army immediately began to evacuate the civilians and clean up the battlefield.
Lu Yangyang turned her head and saw Manager Jiang watching all this with satisfaction. Just as she was about to speak, Manager Jiang suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.
Lu Yangyang quickly stepped forward to support her, her fingers swiftly landing on her wrist. However, before she could take her pulse, Steward Jiang grabbed her wrist, saying, "No need. I am old and have already exhausted all my strength. There is nothing I can do to save her."
Steward Jiang sighed with relief: "I have served the Yuechuan royal family my whole life, watching it grow step by step to where it is now. It was only at the moment the king immolated himself that I realized that what we had been so attached to all our lives was originally meaningless. The king once asked me if I knew about the academy, if I had ever seen true hope. At that time, I did not understand. We were all immersed in the idea that we could only save Yuechuan by relying on our bloodline. It has been so long, so long that this thought has become a part of our lives."
“I used to think this was fate. But the king spent his whole life shattering this fate with his own hands.”
“I’m afraid I won’t live to see it, but I think that in the future, Yuechuan will have schools and children with talent like Yueling will emerge. We will no longer have to rely on the tribe’s repeated sacrifices and on the gods that the people never dare to look up at. We can look up to the gods and also look directly at them.”
Her blood-stained lips curled up involuntarily, and her wrist fell heavily to her side.
These stubborn old people should perish along with their old shackles in the flames of new life.
Tsukikawa was destined to perish, but new hope will bloom from the ruins.
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A week has passed since the sacrificial ceremony.
The dead and wounded were everywhere that day, but there were very few doctors. Lu Yangyang, Wen Qingqing, and even Wen Yu, who was forcibly dragged out to work, had been eating and sleeping in makeshift tents for the past few days. They only had time to rest when they were extremely tired, and then they would continue as soon as they woke up.
This is already like this in a war that has just begun and has not lasted long. I wonder what it would be like in a large-scale war.
In the past six months or so following Lu Yangyang, Wen Qingqing's scalpel skills have improved rapidly, from initial unfamiliarity to precision and proficiency.
"Yangyang, Yangyang, come quick! His wound is infected. Can we use penicillin?" Wen Qingqing rushed over and pulled Lu Yangyang away.
Wen Yu saw this from afar and followed over. She saw Lu Yangyang applying a liquid to the wound of the injured old woman.
He sniffed and asked curiously, "What is this?"
“Penicillin, I made it with Yangyang, Uncle, you have no idea how amazing this stuff is!” Wen Qingqing was beaming with excitement when she talked about it, as if she wanted to tell the whole story of how she and Lu Yangyang used penicillin to treat venereal diseases back in Jiangnan.
"No, wait a minute, say it again, what's your name?" Wen Yu excitedly grabbed her niece's arm.
Wen Qingqing looked puzzled and leaned closer, saying, "Penicillin? What's wrong? You know about it? Did you hear about it during your travels?"
"No," Wen Yu raised his hand and pushed her away, staring intently at Lu Yangyang: "Ghost Hand Divine Doctor, good disciple, obedient disciple, tell me quickly, who exactly is Ghost Hand Divine Doctor to you?"
"The Ghostly Healer?" Lu Yangyang finished applying penicillin and re-bandaging the patient's wound. She was about to reply that she didn't know when it suddenly dawned on her. She had always suspected her aunt was the Ghostly Healer, but wasn't sure. The reason she had kept it a secret before was because she didn't know her aunt's identity and was worried that accidentally revealing it would be detrimental to her. But now that she knew where her aunt was, she would go find her aunt after returning to Jinzhou from Yuechuan and preparing the medicine for Zong Que.
My aunt's mental illness was something I was truly helpless with before because my skills were not good enough. But now I have two top experts by my side. If they help me, the three of us together will surely be able to find a way to cure my aunt.
Her master, this great fan of the legendary healer, was easily hooked without her even needing to try.
Lu Yangyang's eyes darted around, and she said thoughtfully, "I really don't know who the Ghost Hand Doctor is... but he taught me about penicillin and methods for preventing smallpox. Master, if you're interested, why don't you..."
Wen Yu grabbed Lu Yangyang's hand, her eyes so firm she almost swore an oath on the spot: "I'll go with you! It's her, it's definitely her! She's the only one who ever told me that if penicillin could be used in daily life, it would save countless lives. But over the years, I've never heard of anyone actually doing it."
After his initial excitement subsided, Wen Yu suddenly realized what was going on and looked Lu Yangyang up and down: "Oh, girl, you used to keep secrets from your master?"
Wen Yu's fists were about to harden. He had boasted to Lu Yangyang more than eight hundred times about how amazing and great the Ghost Hand Doctor was, but this brat hadn't let him hear a word of it!
Wen Yu almost laughed in anger: "You just want to laugh at me, don't you?"
Lu Yangyang looked completely innocent: "Master, what do you mean by that! It's because you couldn't control yourself. Every day when you write a medical record, you would sigh and say that you wish you could see the Ghost Hand Doctor!"
Lu Yangyang shook her head: "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were chanting scriptures!"
"You brat, you..." Wen Yu put his hands on his hips in anger. He had been so busy these past few days that he had become somewhat unkempt. Now, with a full beard, he looked like a down-on-his-luck uncle, and he was about to grab Lu Yangyang with a glare and a puff of his cheeks.
Lu Yangyang jumped away decisively, hiding behind Wen Qingqing and peeking out: "Master, why don't you go find a place to wash up first? You're getting marinated."
"You, you, you..." Wen Yu raised his sleeve in disbelief, wanting to smell it.
Wen Qingqing added, "Uncle, your appearance is indeed a bit too casual."