An Chang thought that entering the Immortal Clan by mistake when he was desperate was the luckiest thing that happened, but he didn't expect that he would be even luckier...
After seeing the dying wounded, the soldier in charge of patrol took the initiative to lead them to the fairy clan's medical center: "This is our medical department. You only need to pay five low-level spiritual jades, and there will be a witch doctor to help you."
You do the treatment."
"Five...five low-level spirit beads?"
"If you think it's too expensive, you can..."
An Song said quickly: "No, no, no, it's not expensive at all!" Five low-level spiritual jades can enjoy the treatment of the witch doctor? How can it be expensive? Fifty intermediate-level spiritual jades are not expensive at all!
You must know that the witch doctors of each tribe/clan are aloof from above. It is difficult for low-level practitioners like them to meet with a witch doctor, let alone seek treatment from a witch doctor.
I have to say that this fairy clan is simply too humane. As expected, even the witches of such a powerful clan are kind and friendly! In their eyes, these 5 low-level spiritual jade are almost free.
An Chang's teammates also looked dreamy. What? Looking for a witch doctor to treat them? Do they have such big faces?
They were about to express their gratitude when the patrolling soldier said: "After you have treated your injuries, follow the signs on the road directly. There are detailed route guidelines for recruiting new troops. By the way, are you literate?"
An Chang nodded, while his teammates shook their heads honestly.
The soldier's attitude was very friendly: "It doesn't matter if you are illiterate." He pointed to the guards standing guard on the opposite street: "Have you seen those staff members wearing black uniforms? You can also ask them directly when the time comes, and they will naturally lead you to recruit them.
From the new department.”
"Okay, thank you very much!" An Chang bowed quickly, thanking him very much.
"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll continue to patrol."
"Okay, okay." An Chang said quickly.
The soldier suddenly thought of something and reminded him again: "Oh, by the way, your Sumeru bag can be collected from the inspection department in two hours. As for the weapons, there is no need to worry. Become a formal member of the Immortal Clan, or leave the Immortal Clan.
When the time comes, I will naturally return it to you.”
"Okay, we understand, thank you very much."
Watching the soldiers go away, An Chang's teammates couldn't help but sigh: "The members of the Immortal Clan are so friendly. I feel like my body, which was frozen all the way, has become warm again."
Another teammate couldn't help but echoed: "Yes, I feel the same way. I even have an illusion that the old diseases in my body seem to be recovering quickly. As you all know, I have old cold legs."
, I walked in the wind and snow all the way, and my legs were numb and unfeeling, but now, they feel numb and itchy..."
The injured companion who was being carried by his teammates also said weakly: "The wound that penetrated my chest doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore."
An Song explained: "This is not an illusion, it is all true. The leader of the Immortal Clan, Fu Xianling, is the heir to the God of Breath and possesses the artifact of the Breeze. Do you know what the Breeze is? It is the magical soil that nourishes all living things.
…”
He was so excited that he couldn't help but want to make a long speech, but he thought that the injury of his companion should not be delayed for a long time, so he changed the subject: "Let's not discuss this for now. Let's find a witch doctor to treat Wei Feng's injury first."
·
An Chang and his party thought that the medical room was the residence of the witch doctor and should be sacred and solemn, so they all entered the door with a pious attitude.
However, when they looked at the bustling scene in front of them, they were confused.
At a glance, the huge hall is full of people waiting for treatment, a few of them are wearing fairy uniforms, and most of them are tourists from other places.
In addition to the chatter of their discussions, there was also a mechanical call in my ears: "Please call No. 105 Liu Xi and go to the clinic No. 4 for treatment."