Chongming Peak, in the medicinal valley
Buddha Son Yankong walked from bed to bed. The wounded warriors, regardless of their injuries, showed significant improvements under the shining of the Cihang Treasure Light. The physicians around, after assessing their patients' conditions, looked at Yankong with nothing short of fervor.
Yankong, on the other hand, maintained his unchanging stoicism, moving through the various medical wards of the medicinal valley as though he's strolling through a common marketplace.
Soon, he reached the outside of Wen Ruolan's ward. Before entering, he heard the conversation between the patient and the physician inside.
"Sister Wen, my back is killing me, can you massage it for me?"
A gentle tap sounded. The female physician chuckled: "You rascal! I'm old enough to be your mother! How am I your 'sister'? And your spine, it's enveloped by the Two Ambiguity Innate Qi, at most it feels mildly numb, it doesn't hurt."