Wang Xuan knew that right now he didn’t need to do anything; letting the young girl cry would do, allowing her to vent the pent-up emotions within her heart.

Indeed, women are like water, and Tu Yingying’s tears kept flowing unchecked. Her heart was full of memories of her brother, and it didn’t take long before a large patch on Wang Xuan’s chest became damp. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"If only I were stronger, I could have saved him."

Tu Yingying witnessed her brother being torn apart; the pain and guilt in her heart were imaginable. She couldn’t account to herself, nor could she to her mother.

Wang Xuan patted her back, her silky black hair extraordinarily smooth, as he continuously comforted and soothed her.

"You almost lost your life; if not for timely treatment, you would have really died," Wang Xuan said.

Only then did Tu Yingying recall her severe injuries on the battlefield, her Primordial Spirit wounded by a Ghost Jellyfish, and her Flesh Body struck by a Celestial Demon Peak expert during fierce combat.

"Thank you." Tu Yingying raised her head, seeing the wet patch on Wang Xuan’s chest, and realized she was wearing pajamas.

To bring her back to life, Wang Xuan must have put in a lot of effort.

"Get some good rest." Wang Xuan let her lie down to rest. Both her body and spirit were weary, and Tu Yingying needed rest; this was not the time to reminisce.

Exiting the room, a group of fragrant and alluring women with fox-like charm surrounded him. So many Fox Spirits gathered together, truly a beautiful scene.

"How is Sister Yingying? Is she alright?" Tuo Le hurriedly asked.

Wang Xuan closed the door securely and said, "She has temporarily stabilized. Let her rest well for some time now, and don’t disturb her."

Tu Yingying, with disturbed emotions, needed to process her mood herself. No matter how much outsiders said, it was ultimately up to herself.

The medical department remained busy. The army was said to have withdrawn, both ordinary soldiers and Earth Immortals and Celestial Immortals alike.

The vast Interstellar Battleships docked, and countless warriors were busy, while Earth Immortals and Celestial Immortals sought out friends to see if those they cared about were still alive.

In a battle in space, Earth Civilization achieved a great victory, killing 150,000 Demon Beasts from the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm. Such a number was terrifying, given their Earth Level and even Celestial Level power.

However, Earth Civilization’s losses were not trivial either, with over 5,000 Interstellar Battleships damaged, 30,000 Earth Immortals fallen, and over a thousand Celestial Immortals perishing.

"How were the losses for our Immortal Martial Mountain?" Wang Xuan met Lin Xiyue again, and seeing her alive was a joyous matter in itself.

Having returned from battle, Lin Xiyue’s spirit was still a bit unsettled and said, "True Disciples lost two, Elder Disciples four, and everyone else is alright."

The True Inheritors of the Immortal Holy Land were indeed exceptional, with survival skills and combat power far superior to Loose Cultivators. Compared with the nearly ten percent losses among Loose Cultivators, Immortal Martial Mountain’s outcome was relatively good.

This time, following the Emperor’s Ship under the care of Di Xuan, a batch of Immortal Martial Mountain’s disciples remained unscathed, including Lin Xiyue.

"Why haven’t I seen Elder Zhou Chengwu and Elder Brother Li Zuige?" Wang Xuan found neither the True Immortal level elder brothers nor several fellow disciples and uncles.

Lin Xiyue said, "This time, with the defeat of the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm, many True Immortals are pursuing them all the way to the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm, who knows what tempests await."

Looking up at the starry sky, not knowing how many corpses floated among them, the spirits that perished in war were not solely from the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm but from Mother Star’s warriors as well.

Wang Xuan was delighted at the victory news of Earth Civilization, having long suspected that this battle would end swiftly. Otherwise, if enemy civilizations took advantage of the chaos, it would spell big trouble.

Returning to the medical department, Wang Xuan found some chaos, with Liu Nan being held by his collar, spit almost reaching his face.

The other party, emotionally charged, shouted: "When my junior was sent, he was clearly alive. Why is he dead now? What are you people doing?"

A dozen fellow disciples stood behind him, also with faces full of sorrow, as the bond of the sect was deep. Now, with the abrupt separation of life and death, how could they feel at ease?

They not only mourned the dead but also cried for themselves. Everyone ultimately faces death, and few can calmly confront it, even if they are Immortals.

"Life and death are destined. A Medical Cultivator saving a life is merit, and if a life can’t be saved, it’s just fate." Wang Xuan had already grasped the other party’s wrist, and Liu Nan was immediately freed from the hold.

Mao Yi sneered and said, "Are you saying you bear no responsibility?"

"If you hadn’t brought him to a Medical Cultivator, your fellow disciple would certainly have died. Next time you’re gravely injured, please don’t bring yourself to us, and treat yourself," Wang Xuan said.

To save lives is a physician’s duty, but it’s also merit. Those who survive falling into the jaws of death owe their escape to the healer.

As for those doomed to die, finally perishing in treatment wasn’t because the healer killed them—grievances have no basis.

"What did you say!" Mao Yi was greatly displeased with Wang Xuan’s words—what did he mean by saying his junior was bound to die?

If they could have exerted more effort and allowed a more capable healer to intervene, their fellow disciple might have had a chance to survive.

"If you find it harsh, you don’t have to listen." Wang Xuan signaled Liu Nan to leave; such commotions were frequent in the medical department. Who was right or wrong was clear to everyone, and he couldn’t be bothered with those fixated on one percent of the truth.

Mao Yi loudly said, "I heard there’s a Celestial Demon from the Qingqiu Race, with a shattered Flesh Body and fragmented Primordial Spirit, yet they were saved. My junior wasn’t in such dire straits, so why did he die?

Why? Why did that Fox survive, while my junior died? Isn’t it because you Medical Cultivators didn’t do your best?"

"Unreasonable troublemaking." Wang Xuan had exerted all his efforts to save Tu Yingying over two hours. Saving a Celestial Immortal was no easy task.

"Our energy is limited, and so is our capability. Be grateful there are Medical Cultivators in the world; otherwise, the injured here would have to fend for themselves."

He needed to attend to his patients and didn’t have time to entangle with the other party, so he turned and left.

Unexpectedly, Mao Yi grabbed Wang Xuan’s clothing, shouting: "Don’t go, you have to give me an explanation!"

"Are you a disciple of the Cyan Dragon Sect?" Wang Xuan suddenly asked.

"Yes, but so what!" Mao Yi glared at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan said, "From now on, even if a Cyan Dragon Sect disciple falls dead in front of me, I won’t treat them. Get lost!"

With a casual flick, this Pure Yang cultivator was sent flying out tens of meters.

His temperament was his own, and nothing but himself could restrain him—what was this Mao Yi to him?!

Surveying around, Elder Wei of the Celestial Deformed Foot and the Heavenly Deformed Hand Female Immortal, after taking Spirit Medicine, were condensing qi and blood, catalyzing the growth of their flesh.

Regrettably, after two to three hours, they had only completed part of their recovery, likely needing another half day to complete. Their considerable qi and blood deficiency required the expenditure of essence to regrow severed limbs, a formidable challenge indeed.

It was at these moments that they more profoundly missed Wang Xuan’s astonishing methods, capable of saving them countless efforts with a mere gesture.

"Self-sufficiency is rewarding," Wang Xuan said calmly.

He wasn’t an orthodox Medical Cultivator, just a helper, unaffiliated with traditional Medical Cultivators’ rules stemming from doctors. Acting upon his inclinations, he was liberal with obligations.

Pushing open Tu Yingying’s ward, he found a middle-aged man standing inside, with Tu Yingying lowering her head, listening to discipline.

"Her injuries have just stabilized a bit, please come to visit her later on; otherwise, it will affect her recovery," Wang Xuan said.

The middle-aged man didn’t even look back. An aura of dominance emanated from him, the kind formed from long-standing attainment of high positions, controlling massive resources, and overseeing, directing others.

"Get out," the middle-aged man said with a cold voice.

Soured by Mao Yi’s earlier disruption, now faced with such a person, Wang Xuan unceremoniously responded, "I’m the healer. I call the shots here!"

"I’m her father. So what if you’re a healer? Get out!" The man’s voice carried anger.

Wang Xuan, without a word, stepped back several paces out the door and thoughtfully closed it behind him.