"This pot of food will be ready soon. Hurry up and put the bowls out."
Supports have been erected at the flattened Liyue Port North Pier. Chef Xiang Ling and Chef Mao from Wanmin Hall are stirring the spatulas and cooking over high fire. The large pot of delicious, delicious and delicious dishes 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 eat steaming meals.
After all, only the dead can be 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 understood how superb the medical skills of Mr. Bai, who always likes to claim that good medicine is bitter.
The strong aroma of medicine filled the Bubu House, and a large amount of trauma medicine was quickly prepared and then distributed to patients with less serious 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 that 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 persevere.
The amount of medicine given by Atractylodes Macrocephala was just right. Although there was some pain, it would not cause people to faint. It was easy to determine whether the affected area had 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 to himself unintentionally, Bai Shu's face suddenly darkened. There was a cold light in the snake child, just like the snake and python in Liyue folklore that became a spirit.
"How dare you despise a matter of life and death so much?!"
Baizhu, who was always smiling, suddenly got angry, and Chang Sheng, who was wrapped around his neck, was also vomiting messages uneasily. For some reason, this little snake, which was usually talkative, 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 was always gentle, had deep eyes at this moment.
At this point, he showed a rare bit 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 know about this, but no one knows what is wrong with Bai Shu, and no one cares 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.
It's just that the little zombie has no expression on his face, like ice that has 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 proportion 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 came to get the medicine later, 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 whose relatives have passed away. More people want to inquire whether their relatives who were killed in the war 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 battle can be reborn, the specific number and list have not yet been announced.
Tianquan Star is already very busy, and 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 Rebirth Hall, awakened Hutao who was sleeping in the boudoir, and explained to her the recent events in Liyue.
When he woke up from the dream, Hu Tao still had water stains at the corner of his mouth. He 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.
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"Famas, resurrection...Munata soldiers...boundary of life and death..."
Hutao curled up and sat on the bed, reaching out to hug her white legs. Her plum blossom eyes stared at her toes painted with black khaki, muttering to herself in confusion. She was surrounded by slightly worried travelers and Paimon. Zhongli sat by the window.
In front of a pear wood chair, a steaming tea cup is held 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 on his lower body, 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's face remained normal, and he was even in the mood to use a tea lid to skim the foam on the surface of the tea.
Hutao, who was lost in the lake, 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, so he slowly put away his clothes and robe, took the tea cup and left.
A moment later, Hutao, neatly dressed and holding the Humo Staff, walked out of the boudoir. She avoided looking at Zhongli. She hurriedly packed up the funeral supplies, rushed out of the gate of the Hall of Purity, and fled in the direction of 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 Hutao, 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 people having fun with a smile, as if it was rare to see such a warm moment.