"Ling'Er, come here for a moment."

After everyone donated blood, they saw Xiaofan collecting his Willow Silk Needles and returning to the blood donation area.

The area was crowded with people; it seemed the freshmen who got the news were also coming to help one after another.

"Hm? What's up?"

"Help me sterilize these needles. Remember, take care of all of them, 108 needles, be careful not to lose any."

"Okay." Taking the needle pouch that Xiaofan handed over from his waist, Ren Ling looked at Xiaofan with some confusion. Shouldn't he handle such an important task himself to be more reliable?

"Li San..."

"Yes." Hearing Xiaofan calling him again, Li San responded and walked over.

"Help support me."

"Huh?"

Xiaofan reached out toward Li San's shoulder.

Although it was just half a meter away, it seemed infinitely distant, no matter how he tried, he couldn't reach it.

With a 'thud', everything turned black in front of him, and Xiaofan collapsed forward.

Li San quickly caught him with both hands.

"Hey, hey, what's going on with you again, Xiaofan...?"

"Don't call, I want to sleep."

Sleep? Why did this guy suddenly become so exhausted?

Considering his three days in the mountains, he had been eating well and sleeping soundly every day, so he shouldn't be so tired. The only explanation was that he must have done something unknown while here.

Seeing Xiaofan fall asleep, Ren Ling quickly checked his pulse. Her brow furrowed immediately. She patted her body, realizing she hadn't brought any energy replenishing pills, and hurriedly said, "Carry Xiaofan back to rest, he's overexerted himself again."

Another instance of overexertion leading to unconsciousness, he had been gritting his teeth to keep going all along.

Some nurses and casualties apparently recognized this young man who had been running around the entire medical department from the beginning. Even if he had cleaned his face, his clothes hadn't changed.

Who knows how many people he had saved? Whether critical or minor injuries, if he saw them, he would definitely step in to treat them. Especially when seriously injured patients needed Inner Strength to sustain their lives, the toll on himself was tremendous.

Xiaofan knew all these details, even understanding them thoroughly, but he was desperate. Watching those brothers in grave danger one by one, how could he care about anything else? Even if it meant harming himself or realizing his strength was overtaxed, he even drew three large pints of blood. Yet, if this small sacrifice could bring back more lives, then it was all worth it.

This figure seemed to have ingrained itself in the hearts of everyone in the medical department, whether doctors, nurses, or patients. They all quietly memorized this figure in their minds because it was too busy now; no one went up to inquire about Xiaofan's situation. They each offered worried glances before getting back to their work.

The hotpot in the dorms had been left to cool untouched; Xiaofan's actions tonight seemed to have touched Li San and the others deeply. The blood-stained appearance of the entire medical department was also shockingly grim.

The previous overexertion was still for unblocking Shen Zuimo's Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and it made sense to give so much for his own woman. But in the medical department, everyone was a stranger to him; still, he did it selflessly.

"This idiot..." Seeing Xiaofan peacefully asleep after taking the pill, Li San pouted, walking back to his dorm area.

Among everyone there, besides Li Kuo, Li San was the one who knew Xiaofan the earliest. At that time, when Xiaofan first came to Capital City, he stole Xiaofan's wallet and was caught by him. Then faced with someone like himself, Xiaofan actually unconditionally handed the few thousand yuan to him, even though eighty percent of what he said was lies.

Back then, Li San thought Xiaofan was a fool because he said that if there was a twenty percent chance that what he said was true, that would be enough. Even if it was false, he would only have lost a few thousand yuan.

Yet, even if Xiaofan was a fool… now, he had recklessly followed this fool to this day. Who was truly the fool here?

The next day, an emergency meeting was held in the Yanhuang Soul conference room.

They conducted a statistical analysis of the casualties from the battle and continued to deploy combat personnel to the border for reinforcement.

"There were a total of thirty-six wounded this time, including fifteen seriously injured and twenty-one lightly injured. The number of lightly injured people wasn't fully counted as some injured personnel did not receive treatment but helped rescue those with severe injuries. Of the critically injured, two had already died upon returning. All the wounded sent back to the base are now out of life-threatening conditions."

"Thanks to the hard work of the medical department, we were fortunate to have you last night." Hearing that those injured were no longer in critical condition, Fan Lingtian nodded to Doctor Song of the medical department.

"No, because all five doctors who went with us experienced varying degrees of injuries. Last night, we were short on staff. It was all thanks to a young man who promptly stepped in to help. In less than an hour, he saved twenty wounded patients, particularly single-handedly rescuing those critically injured from Death God's grasp."

"Oh? I see. Yesterday, I saw that. Alright, Doctor Song, you can sit down now. Let's discuss the border situation; it's become dire and menacing. Border defense pressure must be intense, so we need to continue sending people to suppress them," Fan Lingtian continued.

"Principal, this time five squads were dispatched, none of which managed to suppress the opposition, causing such significant casualties. The latest intelligence indicates that the adversary has hired top-notch mercenaries for support, coupled with their own strength. Therefore, I personally believe that squads below A-level are unnecessary. If the strength is too weak, sending them would only add to the casualties."

"Agreed."

"If there are no issues, this meeting is adjourned. I'll arrange the teams departing," Fan Lingtian said calmly.

Such situations have happened before, and every time they occurred, they gave Fan Lingtian a headache. While he aimed to complete the tasks, he also strived to minimize casualties. Even the strongest brain can't sustain under such pressure.

Fortunately, he happened to encounter Junjie and the others on a mission. Otherwise, assigning it to them would have been most appropriate.

"Hm? Dr. Song, is there something else?" Seeing everyone leave, yet Dr. Song remained alone, this made Fan Lingtian somewhat puzzled.

"Well, last night the young man used the Cold Ice Willow Silk Needle. If I'm not mistaken, it should belong to Teacher Ye. Is he Teacher Ye's grandson?"

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