Jing Yuan and the others stared at the Nether Portal, which had been easily destroyed by a single bucket of water.
They couldn’t help thinking that it was remarkably fragile.
Or had the Nether Portal been deliberately designed that way from the very beginning?
However, they didn’t dwell on it and quickly followed Fu Mo, eager to see how he would treat the Infected man.
It took Fu Mo and the others more than ten minutes to reach the clinic in Exalting Sanctum from the warehouse.
Jing Yuan had notified Bailu in advance, so she was already waiting outside the clinic.
Beside her was a long line of patients waiting to be seen.
“Why isn’t Lady Bailu inside the clinic today?
What is she doing out here?”
“No idea.
It looks like she’s waiting for someone?”
The crowd whispered among themselves.
Before long, they saw several people running around the corner of a nearby street.
A black-haired young man led the group, followed closely by Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan, and the others.
The waiting patients gaped at the sight.
“What the— The General and the Master Diviner?
They actually came to the clinic together?
And why are they following that young man?”
As soon as Bailu saw Fu Mo and the others, she excitedly rose onto her tiptoes and waved at them.
“Over here!”
Fu Mo and the others ran over and nodded to her.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“You didn’t.
Hurry inside.”
Bailu anxiously led them into the clinic, leaving the waiting patients outside dumbfounded.
“What the— Who is that young man?
Some well-connected big shot from another Xianzhou?”
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After leading Fu Mo and the others into the clinic, Bailu took them down a secluded staircase.
One floor below, they arrived at an underground medical ward guarded by Cloud Knights.
When the two Cloud Knights on guard saw Bailu approaching with Fu Mo and the others, they immediately saluted and let them pass.
“Lady Bailu, General, Master Diviner.”
Bailu merely nodded before continuing past them with Fu Mo and the others.
They stopped before an iron door, and Bailu pressed her palm against a console beside it.
The iron door rumbled open, revealing a pure-white room bathed in soft light.
A hospital bed stood in the center, and lying on it was the member of the Cloud Knights who had become Infected after being attacked by a Zombie the previous day.
He was currently thrashing about, trying to break free from the straps restraining him.
Sensing living people approaching, he released muffled growls from his throat.
She couldn’t help turning to Bailu.
“Lady Bailu, didn’t you give him a sedative?”
Bailu spread her hands helplessly.
“I tried.
One dose is usually enough to calm the Mara-Struck, but I gave him three injections, and they had no effect at all.”
If possible, she would rather not have him thrashing around constantly.
It seriously interfered with her treatment.
Fu Mo glanced at the Infected man, then walked over to an open area and took out a Crafting Table.
He began placing items from his Inventory into it one by one, crafting what he needed for his preparations.
Jing Yuan and the others curiously gathered around.
Ever since witnessing Fu Mo cure the Mara-Struck with a single bucket of Milk yesterday, they had been looking forward to seeing what miraculous method he would use to treat the Infected man today.
After fiddling with the Crafting Table for a while, Fu Mo suddenly took out a Brewing Stand and placed it to one side.
He then began working with the Brewing Stand.
[Achievement Unlocked: Local Brewery]
[Achievement Points Obtained: 10]
Bailu watched Fu Mo’s every movement without blinking.
Even after observing for a long time, however, she couldn’t make sense of what he was doing.
All she knew was that he seemed to be concocting medicine.
“Fu Mo, is there anything I can help with?”
Qingque came over.
She hadn’t forgotten that she was now Fu Mo’s assistant.
With both the Master Diviner and the General present, she needed to perform well for the sake of securing a permanent position.
She couldn’t let either of them think that she spent all her time slacking off!
Fu Mo answered without hesitation.
“Go get me some Glass Bottles.
I forgot to prepare any.”
“You got it!”
Qingque immediately agreed and was about to set off when she remembered that the clinic was unfamiliar territory.
She sheepishly scratched the back of her head and looked at Bailu.
“Lady Bailu, where can I find Glass Bottles in the clinic?”
“Go upstairs and ask at the front desk.”
“Thank you, Lady Bailu!”
Qingque skipped out of the room.
Watching her, Fu Xuan couldn’t help facepalming and sighing.
She wondered whether the General’s decision to make Qingque Fu Mo’s assistant was truly reliable.
Before long, Qingque returned, panting as she carried more than a dozen Glass Bottles.
“The Glass Bottles are here!
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Fu Mo took the Glass Bottles and examined them.
Although their shape differed slightly from the Glass Bottles in Minecraft, he tried putting one into the Brewing Stand and succeeded.
As long as they fit, there was no problem.
“They’ll work.”
After replying, Fu Mo took out a bucket and emptied it directly beneath his feet.
Water immediately spread across the floor, pushing Jing Yuan and the others one or two meters away.
“Whoa!
Fu Mo, what are you doing?”
Startled, Qingque hurried aside to avoid the water on the floor.
“Filling the Glass Bottles with water so I can brew the medicine, of course.”
Bailu immediately knitted her brows.
“You’re using the water straight off the floor…?
Isn’t that terribly unsanitary?
Will medicine brewed with bacteria-contaminated water really retain its original effects?”
Bailu felt that Fu Mo’s every action challenged the medical knowledge she had learned over the years.
If he hadn’t already cured the Mara-Struck with Milk, she probably would have had someone throw him out long ago.
“Don’t worry.
It’s clean and hygienic.
Want to take a sip and see for yourselves?”
Fu Mo pointed at the water beneath his feet.
Everyone immediately waved their hands and shook their heads before uniformly retreating another two steps.
Fu Mo clicked his tongue and returned to work, placing all the bottles of water into the Brewing Stand.
Jing Yuan and the others stood nearby, listening as bubbling and infusion sounds came from the Brewing Stand.
Before long, a bottle filled with gray liquid suddenly appeared in Fu Mo’s hand.
Ignoring the water on the floor, Bailu immediately stepped forward and stared at the potion in Fu Mo’s hand with shining eyes.
“Fu Mo, Fu Mo!
Is that the potion that can cure the Zombie Virus?”
“No.
It’s only one of the necessities for the treatment.
Its effect is to weaken affected targets.”
After briefly explaining the potion’s effect, Fu Mo reached out, picked Bailu up, and placed her behind him.
“Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?”
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T/N: If you spot mistranslation, do tell me!
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