Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1277 - 1275: The Scam!

Mo Kun can rest easy, all thanks to Lin Fan.

He now lounges leisurely on the ground, legs crossed, a piece of wild grass in his mouth, looking at the blue sky with ease.

Young Master Lin is truly an extraordinary genius!

A sudden exclamation burst from his thoughts, and he felt a genuine admiration for Lin Fan.

If Lin Fan hadn't had the foresight to first go and trouble the Heavenly Clan army, defeating them single-handedly, Mo Kun might have already become a defeated soldier, unable to enjoy such leisure, watching the sky and clouds.

Wonder how Young Master Lin is doing now.

This morning, Mo Kun hadn't seen Lin Fan and suddenly remembered that today was the three-day agreement, Lin Fan should have gone to the Heavenly Clan for Feng Qingshui.

His heart instantly tightened, anxiously wanting to hurry to the scene.

But then he thought.

What can a useless person like himself do there? He can't help and would become a burden.

Plus, he's afraid of dying, and would only be cannon fodder if he went there.

So he stopped and decided to wait here for Lin Fan and Feng Qingshui to return, silently praying for their safety.

Just when he was relaxing.

A lowly soldier rushed over, panic-stricken and fearful.

Mo Kun glanced over, his heart racing wildly, almost leaping out of his throat.

He hurriedly scrambled up, staring wide-eyed at the soldier.

Before the soldier could speak, he asked first, "What's going on?! Has the Heavenly Clan army... returned?"

"No... it's not..."

Out of breath, drenched in sweat, the soldier leaned on his knees, pointing to a distant tent, mouth open but merely exhaling, unable to utter a word.

Damn it.

Mo Kun cursed and, without waiting for the soldier to explain, ran toward the direction he was pointing.

The soldier had no choice but to hurry after him.

Soon.

Guided by the soldier, Mo Kun arrived at the troubled tent.

"Here?"

The soldier nodded heavily.

Mo Kun was puzzled.

This is the army's hospital, what's bringing him here for? Moreover, everything seemed calm, nothing out of order, could this be a trick?

He suspiciously eyed the soldier but found no clue.

The soldier's face was chalk-white, still struggling to catch his breath.

Mo Kun frowned, lifted the curtain, and walked inside.

Upon entering.

He discovered all the doctors were crammed inside, tirelessly working back and forth without rest.

Mo Kun wondered who was being saved to warrant such a big situation.

He wove through the crowd, walked straight to the sickbed, frozen in shock as he saw who lay there—a chill ran over his scalp, his mind went blank.

On the bed lay Feng Qingshui.

Mo Kun's soul seemed to be drawn away, standing there stunned, speechless.

Feng Qingshui was severely injured, body covered in foul-smelling blood, disheveled and muddy. Lying motionless, eyes closed, it was unclear if he was alive or dead.

Mo Kun's heart skipped a beat, suddenly awoke, approached trembling.

"This... what's... happening?"

On one hand, he's shocked by Feng Qingshui's condition.

On the other hand, it means sending Lin Fan to the Heavenly Clan for rescue was a setup!

Mo Kun felt a chill of fear in his heart.

"General Mo Kun, please step aside, we need to commence treatment now."

The army doctor spoke little and pushed Mo Kun away from the sickbed, getting to work.

This work.

Lasted a whole seven hours.

Only then did the doctor come out, wiping sweat from his forehead, nodding toward Mo Kun.

Mo Kun returned to the tent, quickly approaching Feng Qingshui.

"Master Feng."

"General Mo Kun."

Feng Qingshui's complexion was paper-white, voice weak.

"Master Feng... what... what's going on?"

Feng Qingshui explained the incident; after suffering a surprise attack by the Heavenly Clan army, fighting solo against thousands, he was overpowered, severely wounded, and fell off a cliff. Unexpectedly, he clung to a branch, saving his life, spending days trying to return, slowed by injuries.

Only today did he finally return to the camp.

"What? You mean... you... weren't captured by the Heavenly Clan?!" Mo Kun's eyes widened.

"Captured by the Heavenly Clan? Impossible." Feng Qingshui replied coldly.

"But... but..." Mo Kun stammered, unsure where to start.

Feng Qingshui frowned, sensing something amiss.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Mo Kun mumbled about Lin Fan being deceived into going to the Heavenly Clan.

"What?!"

Feng Qingshui instantly sat up, tearing open wounds, blood gushing.

Yet he paid no mind, eyes full of shock.

"Went to the Heavenly Clan?! Alone?"

"Yes... and... was invited by the Five Elements Realm people, saying it was to rescue you... didn't expect... it's a trap! Obviously, they aim to lure Young Master Lin, and then..."

"It's bad, Lin Fan is in danger."

Feng Qingshui's face sank, speaking gravely. With that, he tried to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Mo Kun worriedly said, "Master Feng, what are you doing?"

"Going to save Lin Fan."

"But in your current state... I'm afraid..."

Before Mo Kun finished, Feng Qingshui's body toppled onto the ground.

He had no strength to support himself, let alone rescue someone.

Mo Kun reacted quickly, holding Feng Qingshui upright, assisting him back onto the bed.

Beads of sweat flowed down Feng Qingshui's forehead, mingling with blood seeping through his clothes, his face devoid of color.

"Help me up."

His voice was a low command.

Mo Kun trembled in shock, stood still, no action. In his state, even with help, Feng Qingshui couldn't move a step, let alone perform a rescue.

"Help me up!"

Feng Qingshui shouted again, eyes fierce.

Mo Kun, scared, stepped back, scratching his head.

"Master Feng... in this condition... I'm afraid..."

"Hurry! You dare disobey orders?! Those are people of the Five Elements Realm, quick, otherwise Lin Fan..."

Mo Kun, powerless, came forward to support Feng Qingshui.

However.

Despite repeated attempts, Feng Qingshui couldn't maintain his posture, not even sitting steadily, relying completely on Mo Kun's strength.

After several futile tries.

Feng Qingshui sighed heavily, lay back in defeat, blood soaking his clothes and the whole bed.

Mo Kun, exhausted, sat beside the bed in despair.

They shared a common worry.

Lin Fan is likely in great trouble.

Against Dongmen Buju, there's a slim chance of survival.

But against the Five Elements Realm people...

Feng Qingshui sighed helplessly, his jaw trembling, heart heavy with bitterness.

He felt wretched.

Lin Fan went to save him, braving the journey to the Heavenly Clan.

Yet he could do nothing, utterly helpless.

Feng Qingshui's heart ached with powerlessness.

Watching helplessly as Lin Fan went to his doom, yet confined to this wretched place, unable to move.

"This matter... mustn't be known to Clan Leader Mo Ningxiang."

"Yes..."

Just as Mo Kun agreed.

A puzzled woman's voice came from the tent entrance.

"What shouldn't I know?"