Chapter Fifteen: The Divine Healer, Tang Yi

"Zhengyang, you’re all injured? Let me take a look!" Tang Yi noticed that every one of the dozen or so in the group had wounds of varying severity.

"It’s nothing, just a minor matter. We’ll be fine in a few days," Lü Zhengyang replied indifferently.

"A few days? That slow? Come here!" Tang Yi ordered. Lü Zhengyang could only answer and step up to him.

"Alright, this way I won’t have to listen to your moaning for the next few days," Tang Yi said after holding Lü Zhengyang’s hand for a few moments.

"It’s healed! Really healed! Wow! Brother Tang, you’re amazing—are you some kind of divine doctor?" Lü Zhengyang exclaimed excitedly after checking himself over. Seeing this, Dan Qianzhang immediately grabbed Tang Yi’s hand and said, "Daoist Tang, come on, let’s hurry to the shuttle!" With that, he pulled Tang Yi along.

"Wait! Hold on, I haven’t put away my sofa yet. Shaojie, help me pack up the sofa..." Tang Yi called out as he walked.

When Tang Yi arrived at the shuttle, he was greeted by a scene he’d only ever seen in movies or on television—a field hospital in the midst of war, wounded everywhere, severed limbs, missing arms and legs. Some had lost their ears, some were blind, and most horrifying of all, one man was still alive with half his face gone. Cultivators truly were different; even after losing face—literally—they could still be alive and well, Tang Yi thought to himself.

Well, since I'm here, I can’t just ignore them. Tang Yi decided to start with the one whose injuries were hardest to look at. Placing his hand on the man’s back, he released his psychic power. The man’s missing half of his face began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye—bone, flesh, skin, and even hair slowly grew back. Those watching kept rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

"Am I dreaming? Such miraculous power exists in this world? Isn’t it said that only immortals can regrow the physical body?" a badly scarred cultivator muttered to the person next to him.

"No, this isn’t a dream. Haha... My arm can be saved!" The one-armed cultivator next to him hadn’t even finished speaking before he rushed over to Tang Yi.

"Thank you for saving my life. I can never repay you enough. Let me kneel to you here," the man with the restored face said, about to kneel. But with a thought, Tang Yi held him in place, unable to move, and then said slowly, "Who says you can’t repay me? Think for yourself—how many spirit stones is half your face worth? Give me the spirit stones, and we’ll call it even."

The cultivator was stunned, mouth agape, unable to respond. He truly didn’t know what to say; he’d thought someone of Tang Yi’s caliber wouldn’t care about spirit stones. And how was he supposed to know how much half a face was worth in spirit stones, anyway? Dan Qianzhang, hearing Tang Yi’s words, could only smile wryly—how was one supposed to calculate that?

"Fellow Daoist, Brother Tang is just joking with you. Don’t take it to heart. But if you really want to thank him, just give him spirit stones; that’s what Brother Tang likes best," said Hua Shaojie, who, apart from Zhang Qiang, probably understood Tang Yi best. But this was just as good as saying nothing—how many should one give? That was still the question.

"Uh, Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones should I give?" the newly healed man whispered to Hua Shaojie.

"Don’t you know? The more, the better, of course," Hua Shaojie replied with a look of disdain.

"Oh, I see!" the man said, suddenly enlightened. He took a storage pouch from his ring and handed it gratefully to Tang Yi, saying, "Benefactor, this is a token of my appreciation. Please accept it." It was everything he owned, but if he were dead, no amount of spirit stones would matter. As long as he was alive, he could always earn more.

Tang Yi looked through the pouch—it contained mostly mid-grade spirit stones, with only a few hundred high-grade ones. Clearly, it was everything the man possessed. Tang Yi picked out a single high-grade stone and tossed the pouch back to him. "You must have been injured on the battlefield. I’ll just take this one high-grade stone as a token payment. If you had no spirit stones left, it would hinder your cultivation, which in turn would harm our whole path. That’s not something I’d want to do. Let’s leave it at that."

By now, more wounded were crowding around—not just the gravely injured. Seeing this, Tang Yi realized this wouldn’t do. Healing the man with half a face had already used up nearly five percent of his spiritual energy; with his energy unrecovered, he could only heal so many before risking collapse himself.

So he told Hua Shaojie and the others to have everyone line up. Then he pulled Dan Qianzhang aside to discuss matters. Soon after, Dan Qianzhang returned and announced that today, only the critically injured would be treated first. Because Divine Doctor Tang’s energy was limited, anyone not in mortal danger would have to wait until tomorrow. With that, Dan Qianzhang entered the shuttle to report news of their ten-year victory to the base on Ganymede II, so they could send people to take over the newly named resource star, Ganymede V. Tang Yi then began his work as a divine healer.

Everything went smoothly, and as Tang Yi’s shuttle descended on Ganymede V, the Pegasus System’s shuttles gradually withdrew from the planet.

"Why were the casualties so heavy this time?" In the main hall of the resource base on Titan, the man in the main seat asked in puzzlement.

"Master, for some reason, the enemy cultivators at the Spirit Severance level had several powerful new techniques. Their attacks were both devastating and far-reaching, which is why the losses were so severe," the man in black replied.

"Is that so? Look into this matter thoroughly. And what of the situation on the other side?"

"It’s stable for now."

"Good. You may go."

"Yes, Master. I take my leave!" The man in black withdrew from the hall.

...

"That was refreshing!" Tang Yi awoke from his nap on the sofa-bed inside the shuttle.

"Brother Tang, you’re finally up. I've been waiting to put away the shuttle until you woke. I waited until now!" Zhang Qiang said beside him.

"Ah, Qiangzi, it’s you. We arrived already? I haven’t slept enough," Tang Yi yawned.

"We’ve been here for half a day—it's almost dark. Brother Tang, there’s a celebration banquet, and you’re the guest of honor!" Liu Mingde announced.

"Really? Well, let’s not keep them waiting. Let’s go!" Tang Yi packed away the sofa and rushed out of the shuttle.

Outside, he saw one of the shuttle’s cultivator operators. With a gesture, the man made the shuttle rise, shrink smaller and smaller, until it was no bigger than a palm, and then it flew into his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the shuttle disappeared into his storage ring.

Tang Yi watched, itching with envy. He made up his mind again—he had to get a shuttle for himself. As an interstellar vehicle, it was so much more reliable than those teleportation arrays, which always left him dizzy and disoriented. It was better to ride a shuttle, especially now that he knew how to build one; all he needed were the materials. And that would be simple enough, now that he was famed as a divine healer—he could treat injuries for materials instead of spirit stones, refine weapons, equipment, treasures, and sell them for materials. It would be a piece of cake! Tang Yi thought happily to himself.