I Went Crazy Killing in the World of Gods and Demons - Chapter 105

Chapter 105

When Xie Qingling and Shen Huaizhou returned to headquarters, the Operations Department office was gradually filling with people.

On the gleaming floor that reflected like a mirror, bloody footprints stamped one after another. The Operations Department staff carried their respective weapons on their backs, moving hurriedly with weary expressions on their faces.

It seemed the teams were returning.

Not only had the battle in Eastern District Twelve Street ended, but the fights in other districts must have concluded as well.

Ling Fang was waiting for them at the entrance of the Operations Department.

Beside his feet lay Xie Qingling and Shen Huaizhou’s luggage.

The suitcases lay quietly on the floor, ignored by the busy passersby, looking like discarded trash left haphazardly.

Naturally, Ling Fang standing beside them didn’t appear much better either.

When Ling Fang noticed the cuts and slashes on Xie Qingling’s clothes, his brows furrowed deeply.

He asked in a low voice, “You said it wasn’t convenient to explain earlier. Now you can tell me. Where did you go?”

Xie Qingling’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately leaned weakly against Shen Huaizhou, feigning frailty: “Director, I… I feel terrible.”

Ling Fang: “…”

“It’s true, Director.” Shen Huaizhou quickly reached out to support the seemingly delicate Xie Qingling, affirming earnestly, “She just fought three hundred rounds with someone from Eleven Sides. The battle was extremely fierce.”

Xie Qingling promptly added: “I won!”

Then, under Ling Fang’s murderous gaze, she supplemented: “But I’m seriously injured!”

Ling Fang stared intently at them and said, “Speak properly. Did you go provide backup?”

Seeing this, Xie Qingling straightened up and nodded: “Yes, we were originally waiting for you, Director. But a man named Tang Yuanxiao fiercely scolded us as useless, called us weaklings, and said Future City personnel are cowardly chickens who can’t fight!”

“He was truly too much, so we decided to fight for the department’s honor. We absolutely couldn’t let you lose face, Director!”

After speaking, Xie Qingling paused, belatedly realizing something.

She might have exaggerated a bit too much.

Hopefully the Director didn’t notice her embellishments?

Ling Fang lowered his head, pondering for a moment. Surprisingly, he completely believed Xie Qingling’s story this time. The sternness between his brows lessened, replaced by an emotion Xie Qingling couldn’t quite decipher. He asked: “He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

…It seemed Tang Yuanxiao’s terrible temper was widely known. The Director was actually worried they might have been bullied.

Xie Qingling shook her head: “No, we proved ourselves forcefully to him. We’re quite capable.”

Ling Fang nodded and said: “This time, I’ll temporarily overlook your misconduct.”

Excellent! Xie Qingling’s face immediately broke into a radiant smile.

“Temporarily. Both of you need to write self-criticism reports – ten thousand words each. Remember to make them up when we return to Future City. Not a single word less.”

Xie Qingling: “…”

“Follow me.” Ling Fang glanced at the wounds on Xie Qingling’s body, then led the way forward. Shen Huaizhou carried both their suitcases, walking alongside Xie Qingling as they followed.

The three of them arrived at the mortise-and-tenon structured building on the left.

“This is the Medical Division.” Ling Fang began guiding them. “Members returning from missions can come here for treatment.”

He seemed extremely familiar with the place, not needing to check signs, look around, or ask for directions. He walked straight ahead without ever taking a wrong turn, as if he could navigate the path with his eyes closed, appearing completely at home.

Xie Qingling and Shen Huaizhou obediently followed his lead.

Ling Fang led the two of them inside, and even before entering, they were greeted by a strong medicinal aroma.

Upon stepping through the door, the first thing that caught their eye was a row of memorial tablets enshrined in the main hall.

Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing… ten tablets in total, each with an incense burner in front where incense was burning.

The scent of medicine blended with the burning incense, creating a warm, comforting fragrance that was soothing and refreshing.

Further inside were small rooms arranged on both sides.

Each room contained examination beds, with some people being carried in horizontally while others were helped out, supported by others.

The building also had a second floor. Ling Fang explained that was where the operating rooms and inpatient wards were located, and they generally shouldn’t go up there unless necessary.

The headquarters was truly massive.

The Medical Division alone had more staff than the entire Future City department.

In fact, Future City didn’t even have a Medical Division it only had Ye Anran.

Due to a recent battle with the Eleven Sides, there were many injured, so the Medical Division was particularly busy.

Some were receiving treatment, others were brewing medicine, and interns were practicing acupuncture on mannequins.

When Xie Qingling and the other two walked in, since they didn’t need support or carrying, the Medical Division staff treated them as ordinary patients and paid them no attention.

Ling Fang scanned the area and, seeing that no one was available to attend to them, had no choice but to head toward the innermost room.

Before entering, Xie Qingling clearly saw a sign by the door that read: Director’s Office.

Inside, they found a man sitting on a luohan bed.

He was a particularly distinctive man the kind you wouldn’t forget after one glance.

His hair was medium-length, reaching his shoulders, and it was white.

Snow-white, but not the white of old age approaching twilight.

The man’s face was also pale a sickly pallor, with a faint bluish tint showing through the white skin. Beneath the bluish-white complexion, blue veins were faintly visible. His lips were so pale they were almost colorless, and his eyes were strewn with unnatural red veins.

He looked like a chronic invalid.

On the tea table of the luohan bed were several cups of tea in varying shades of color. After Ling Fang and the other two entered, the man was drinking tea.

He took a sip from one cup, then a sip from another, appearing to be tasting them, but his method was so chaotic and unstructured that he couldn’t possibly discern any flavor from such haphazard sampling.

Hearing the footsteps, he looked up toward the door.

Spotting Ling Fang first, his expression showed little change. Then he tilted his head to look at the two people behind Ling Fang.

“Ling Fang, are these the two youngsters you brought?” the man asked.

Ling Fang nodded. “She’s injured. Could you please treat her?”

As he spoke, Ling Fang reached out and gave Xie Qingling a gentle push forward.

Xie Qingling once again adopted a very respectful posture, standing obediently as she said meekly, “Sorry to trouble you.”

The man looked her up and down, then narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, “These injuries aren’t serious at all. Come have a sip of this new medicine I’ve developed, and you’ll be cured immediately.”

As he spoke, he pushed a cup of tea toward Xie Qingling.

The tea was emerald green, looking more like medicinal dregs than actual tea.

It appeared extremely unpalatable at first glance.

At this moment, Xie Qingling began to miss Ye Anran.

She bent down and was about to lift the teacup to drink when Ling Fang swiftly grabbed her shoulder to stop her.

Ling Fang said with a serious expression, “She can’t take your medicine. Please treat her properly and stop scaring people.”

Xie Qingling immediately pushed the teacup away, adopting an attitude of “if the division head says no, then I won’t drink it.”

She was being incredibly obedient.

The man laughed heartily at this, laughing so hard he choked and began coughing violently. As he coughed, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The crimson blood stained his white clothes like red plum blossoms falling on snow.

Xie Qingling was completely stunned.

He really is a sickly person.

Ling Fang explained, “This is Gu Liansheng, Devotee of Shennong, and head of the Medical Division.”

“He’s testing medicines. Don’t casually consume anything he gives you.”

Xie Qingling: “…”

So this is headquarters?

How terrifying!

Ye Anran is still the best little angel.

Xie Qingling thought to herself.

Wait a moment.

Devotee of Shennong?

This… isn’t this one of the five Spirit Users blessed by the Primordial Gods?

Xie Qingling belatedly realized this.

She only knew the division head had connections at headquarters, but she never expected it would be someone like a Devotee of Shennong.

Moreover, judging by their familiar manner of speaking, they clearly had a deep friendship. This was definitely not just a simple “acquaintance.”

Come to think of it, the division head’s connections were even more impressive than she had imagined.

[Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and invented slash-and-burn cultivation. With mortal strength matching that of deities, he was revered by later generations as the Primordial God of agriculture and medicine. He led the people of this yellow earth from an era of consuming raw meat and blood toward another glorious future.]

[All who farm and consume grains remember Shennong’s grace. The descendants of Yan and Huang, born from agricultural civilization, carry his blood and bones, his legacy in their veins.]

After finishing his coughing fit and catching his breath, Gu Liansheng wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, looked up and smiled, “Really, can’t even take a joke? Ling Fang, don’t always be so boring. Come here, let me treat you.”

He was pointing at Xie Qingling as he spoke.

Xie Qingling glanced at Ling Fang again, and only when he nodded did she approach.

Gu Liansheng grasped her wrist and whispered, “Revival.”

In that instant, Xie Qingling felt as if bathed in spring breeze, surrounded by a gentle power that made her feel like an infant stretching comfortably in its mother’s amniotic fluid.

Within moments, all of Xie Qingling’s injuries, major and minor, were completely healed.

Unlike Ye Anran who could only heal wounds but not restore vitality, Gu Liansheng’s Mystical Power could not only treat injuries but also restore some of the treated person’s vitality. Xie Qingling’s physical condition improved significantly as well.

Her depleted stamina and Spirit had recovered to varying degrees.

Xie Qingling felt like she could go out and fight again.

She said sincerely, “Thank you, Director Gu.”

Upon hearing her words, Gu Liansheng was momentarily stunned, then looked up at Ling Fang and said, “Is she really as two-faced, difficult to manage, and recklessly impulsive as you described? She seems quite well-behaved to me.”

Ling Fang: “…”

Xie Qingling: “…”

Just listen to what kind of bad things the director had been saying about her?

Xie Qingling defended herself: “Of course I’m well-behaved. Director must have some misunderstanding about me.”

Gu Liansheng: “…”

That response did sound rather difficult to manage.

At this moment, Shen Huaizhou, who had been silent all along, suddenly stepped forward. With his face appearing particularly rosy and healthy compared to Gu Liansheng’s, he said: “Devotee of Shennong, please heal me too.”

“…” Gu Liansheng said, “Don’t push your luck.”

Ling Fang suppressed the urge to sigh, fearing that if these two stayed any longer, his lifelong reputation would be ruined. He quickly bid farewell to Gu Liansheng: “I just returned and have many matters to attend to. Let’s catch up when we have time.”

With that, Ling Fang immediately pulled Xie Qingling and the others away.

After leaving the Medical Division, Ling Fang said to them: “I’ll take you to the dormitory area now.”

“We need to stay in the Old Royal City for some time until the mission is completed.”

“As for the mission details…” Ling Fang pondered for a moment before saying: “Come to my room later for a small department meeting.”

Remembering something, he added with concern: “Stay close to me and don’t wander off.”