"Pharmacist Yang, there's an injured disciple here who needs you to take a look."
Yang Chan hadn't been chatting with Zhao Yi for long before Han Bingyu came to find him. Most of the tasks in the Medicine Hall involved tending to these injured disciples.
The Cyan Yuan Sect hadn't clashed with anyone recently, yet there were quite a few injured disciples. All of them had been sent back from the base of the mountain, seemingly from missions they were carrying out there.
Yang Chan had Han Bingyu look into it, and they were indeed just missions down the mountain, not clashes with other Sects.
Still, the large number of injured disciples was somewhat surprising to Yang Chan.
"Let's go."
Yang Chan led Han Bingyu toward the courtyard where the injured disciple was. Lately, there had been many injured disciples in the Medicine Hall and Pharmacy, so Yang Chan's workload was not light.
