The soldiers of Dongyang City were repairing the city wall, with a sad expression on their faces. Their companions left one by one, and they didn't know when it would be their turn to leave.

  "The war is over, you can cultivate in the mansion from now on, and become a cultivator as soon as possible." Su Qing said to Su Dao Xing, who was very pleased with his performance in Dong Yang City, and he was proud of having such a son.

  Su Dao Xing smiled faintly and said, "The Holy Institute only gave students a three-month vacation, and the remaining time is not much. During this period, I will accompany my father to comfort the wounded soldiers. If I encounter seriously injured soldiers, I can treat them with my hands. After all, I am also the imperial appointed young holy hand of the dynasty."

  "Good!" Su Qing patted Su Dao Xing's shoulder and the two of them rushed towards the medical hall in the city to treat the wounded.

  "General Su has arrived!"

  The wounded in the infirmary saw Su Qing come and all stood up to salute, even some soldiers who had broken their legs stood up with the support of things to salute.

  "No need for formalities. Get the wounded to lie down quickly." Su Qing saw that when the wounded stood up and saluted him, their bandaged wounds all burst open, and he couldn't bear it in his heart. "If I had known you would be like this, I wouldn't have come. I'm not helping you, but instead making you stand up and rupture your wounds."

  The wounded lay down one after another.

  Su Dao Xing saw a soldier with a faint breath lying in the corner of a room, immediately went forward, casually pressed a point on the soldier's body to slow down the loss of life force, then patted the Seven Holy Command Plate, took out a medical box, and pulled out three needles. After inserting the three needles, the soldier fainted and fell to the ground.

  "Is this soldier dead?" asked one of the generals accompanying him.

  "It's all over. He won't make it through the night anyway." A doctor with a tired expression shook his head and sighed, "We've done everything we can, but his injuries have affected his soul, he's as good as dead."

  Hula!

  The soldier who had fainted actually let out a snore, sleeping very peacefully.

  "Is he going to make it?" The doctor in the medical hall looked at Su Dao Xing with a puzzled expression, his face full of incredulity.

  "After a good sleep, he'll be fine. However, his soul is still very weak and without several months of recuperation, he won't be as clear-headed as normal people. It's best to have someone take care of him properly, lest he does something that harms himself or others." Su Dao woke up and put away the three medical needles.

  "Su Gongzi is a young saint of the Holy Hospital, with superb medical skills." A general who followed him said to the doctor.

  "I've seen the Holy Hand!" The doctor's face was flushed with excitement, and he bowed to Su Dao Xing, "May I ask if the Holy Hand just used the needle technique of the Medical Saint Bian San?"

  "Not bad! I learned from the Demon Saint, and the Demon Saint is indeed a descendant of the Medical Saint's Bian Sān Zhēn." Su Dao Xing did not hide it, and said truthfully.

  "Then many soldiers will be saved." The doctor excitedly instructed some medical apprentices around him: "Quickly move those soldiers who have lost their souls, the critically wounded soldiers to here and let Master Holy Hand treat them."

  Su Dao Xing waved his hand and said: "No need, I'll personally go treat those soul-injured soldiers."

  "Saintly Hands, come with me." The doctor led the way, bringing Su Daozhen to another room.

  In the corner of that room, on a bed, a soldier was curled up, hiding in the corner, constantly saying: "Don't kill me... don't chop off my head... don't stab my head with a sword... don't... don't..."

  "His Excellency Shengshou, his soul is injured and his spirit is disordered." The doctor explained to the soldier, pointing at him.

  Su Dao Xing casually flicked out a ball of spiritual energy, which controlled the soldier's body like a spiritual snake, causing him to stretch out and lie down on the bed.

  "Go!"

  Su Dao Xing shot out three clusters of spiritual energy into the soldier's left and right brains, as well as the third eye point between his eyebrows.

  Wow!

  The soldier spat out seven mouthfuls of thick black blood, and his ears, nose, tongue, and mouth overflowed with dense black blood.

  Buzz!

  Su Dao Xing threw out a needle, which rotated at high speed and entered the soldier's brow.

  "Ahhhhh!"

  The soldier let out a loud cry and struggled violently.

  Bang!

  Su Dao Xing manipulated the spiritual energy to break apart.

  The soldier stood up, his eyes fixed intently on the people around him, with a desperate look.

  "Liu Ah Dai, the war is over." A general shouted at the soldier.

  Liu Ah Dai saw the general and immediately paid his respects, saying: "I've seen General Sir, earlier Liu Ah Dai unintentionally offended you, but as soon as he came to his senses, he realized he was here, not on the battlefield."

  "The war is over, and Dongyang City has won a great victory over the Apeman Legion." The general explained.

  Liu Ah Da excitedly shouted: "Dong Yang City has won! I don't have to die now!"

  Everyone heard this and felt a pang of sadness.

  The doctor saw Su Daoming wake up and successfully treated two soul-injured soldiers in a row, greatly increasing his confidence. He led Su Daoming to treat the soul-injured soldiers.

  He was busy until late at night, Su Dao woke up to treat hundreds of soldiers who were injured in their souls. Although he was extremely tired, his heart was warm and he had a taste of the joy of being a doctor.

  "Have all the wounded soldiers been treated?" Su Daowei asked the doctor who was following him.

  The doctor hesitated for a moment before saying, "Lord Saint Hand, apart from one person, all the soldiers with damaged souls have been treated."

  "There is still one person left, that's good, let's go treat that soldier." Su Dao Xing immediately said, "The doctor will lead the way."

  The doctor's face was full of difficulty, and he said: "That soul-injured soldier is not an ordinary soldier, but a master cultivator. This master cultivator is in a state of madness, killing anyone he sees, and has already killed three guarding monks. If Saint Hand goes, there will be a risk to his life."

  "Is the soul of the injured monk?" Su Dao Xing looked inward at his own sea of consciousness and found that there was only a thread of Xiūn Jūn's will left. He thought to himself: "I've always used Xiūn Jūn's will to kill people, so I'll use this last thread of his will to save someone instead."

  "I have a way to control that monk, Doctor, lead the way forward." Su Dao woke up with a serious expression and said to the accompanying doctor.

  "Yes, Saint Hand-sama." The doctor led Soudou and his group to a separate ward.

  "Kill!"

  "Get out!"

  A monk was blown out of the temple and that monk had a sword in his chest, but the wound wasn't very deep.

  "Lord Guo, Saintly Hand has arrived to treat Lord Sun's soul wound." The physician took a step forward and helped the monk up.

  That monk saw Su Dao wake up and immediately bowed his hands, saying: "It's actually Young Master Su. Only a saintly hand like yours can heal Sun Monk's soul wound. In a moment, I'll try to control Sun Monk, you treat him on the side."

  "No need, you all stay outside, I'll go in alone to treat Sun Xiushi's soul wound." Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Su Daoming walked into the separate courtyard where Sun Xiushi was alone.

  (End of chapter)