The Martial Doctor

Leaving Marquis Lingyang’s manor, Lin Miao found Dingxian and Jing Hui, along with the two women, Jingxin, in a wind-sheltered mountain temple approximately five miles southwest.

At this moment, Jing Hui was cradling a baby in her arms.

A mother would never forget her child; this is the innate nature of all mothers.

Everyone had escaped safely, but Lin Miao hesitated to show himself. If he did, there was a risk of his identity being exposed.

"Master, master..." From dozens of meters away, Lin Miao heard sobbing, and his expression changed.

Was Dingxian, the old nun, not doing well?

With her severely injured body, she had forcefully made the journey and fought fiercely with the Blood Evil, suffering another heavy wound.

She must be in worse condition today than she was last night.

"Jing Hui, Jingxin, I fear my time has come. You two are absolutely no match for that Blood Evil, don’t think of revenge...

"Master, what about the captured uncles and sisters?"

"To save them, you have to find someone who might be able to help you..." Dingxian, the old nun, held her breath as she spoke.

But when she mentioned the person’s name, she deliberately lowered her voice. Even though Lin Miao had sharp ears, he couldn’t hear who she was talking about.

"Master, don’t speak. We will return to the city to find Doctor Lin. He will surely save you," Jing Hui said tearfully.

"Silly child, my internal organs have long been severely damaged by the Blood Evil’s Blood Evil Palm. This time, no one can help. You can’t carry me far, hurry and go." Dingxian struggled and pushed Jing Hui outward.

"No, we can’t leave you alone..."

"Silly child, death is inevitable. Don’t let my efforts and sacrifice be in vain. Without that masked young hero today, none of us would have escaped. In the future, if you meet him, repay this favor for me." Dingxian, the old nun, gave a sorrowful smile and spoke intermittently.

"Yes, master, we will remember..."

"Stop crying, just go. We’re still too close to Marquis Lingyang’s manor, you’ll be caught if they find you." Dingxian, the old nun, urged.

"Master!"

"Just go."

Jing Hui and Jingxin stood up crying, turned to leave, but reluctantly turned back. If the two took Dingxian, the old nun, they surely wouldn’t get far. If they’re discovered, none of the three, nor the child, would escape doom.

Everyone understood the reasoning, but when it came to making a real choice, it was a huge test.

Lin Miao sighed silently. From the result, Dingxian’s approach is undoubtedly the best; but emotionally, it might not be.

However, he understood that Jing Hui also had a child. As a mother, she couldn’t help but consider her child.

She might not fear death, but what would happen to her baby still in swaddling? Would it die with her?

"Sister, you go. You have a child, but I am alone and have nothing to tie me down. I will stay here with the master, no matter life or death." Halfway out, Jingxin suddenly stopped and spoke solemnly to Jing Hui.

Shocked, Jing Hui turned back to see Jingxin’s resolute face, revealing a complex expression of shame. Because of her, Dingxian, the old nun, attracted disaster, and the Heaven-Reaching Temple’s elders and sisters all suffered because of her. How could she bear to live in this world? But she had a child; could she let go and not care for her child still in swaddling?

Fine, let her bear all the sins alone.

"Sister, don’t have any burden. You’ll have the chance to avenge me and the master if you leave." Jingxin saw through her and added.

Revenge!

Indeed, someone needed to avenge, which could also be the motivation for Jing Hui to live.

What a loyal and emotional Jingxin. Hearing this, Lin Miao couldn’t help but praise the genuine and deep affection between the master and disciples.

This world is not entirely filled with those who fawn and flatter; there are also good people who adhere to principles and their beliefs.

Lin Miao thought of his prior selfishness and cowardice and felt a sense of shame.

"Ah Huo, escort Jing Hui back. Ensure their safety and then return." Lin Miao secretly instructed the fire qilin.

"No problem." The fire qilin, feeling like it hadn’t been used yet, was happy to have something to do.

"Jingxin, you shouldn’t have come back." Seeing her disciple return and feeling her internal injuries worsen, Dingxian, the old nun, sighed.

She now couldn’t drive away this disciple.

"Master, let me stay with you. Even if you die, someone must lay you to rest," said Jingxin.

"No need, silly child. I have no lingering attachments. If I really die, that’s just returning to the origin; dust to dust, earth to earth." Dingxian, the old nun, reached out to gently wipe the tears from Jingxin’s eyes, speaking softly.

"Master, I’ll find you a sheltered place. It’s too cold here."

Although Dingxian thought it unnecessary, she couldn’t refuse her disciple’s kindness. Even though she was dying, her disciple was still alive, as long as she wasn’t found by Blood Evil’s people, there was still hope.

She just wondered how long that young hero could fend off Blood Evil and whether he had escaped as well.

Lin Miao watched Jingxin carry Dingxian, the old nun, who had lost mobility, in a direction for about seven to eight hundred meters, finding a cave.

She took off her coat, laid it on the ground, placed Dingxian, the old nun, lying flat on top, and said, "Master, I’ll go find some branches to start a fire."

Dingxian weakly nodded.

Watching Jingxin leave the cave to gather branches, Lin Miao slowly walked into the cave, not removing his face veil.

Sensing someone entering, Dingxian, the old nun, slowly opened her heavy eyelids. Seeing it was Lin Miao, who had helped her, she instantly showed a hint of joy, "Young hero, you’re alright."

"Ah, soft-hearted indeed. Master, you’re seriously injured, aren’t you?" Lin Miao sighed, not hiding, speaking sincerely.

"You, you are..." Dingxian, the old nun, was startled, her face flushing. She recognized the voice of the masked young hero as the Doctor Lin who saved her, no wonder she felt the figure looked familiar.

"Master, it’s enough that you know. It’s not good to speak openly." Lin Miao understood if he asked Dingxian to keep it secret, she absolutely wouldn’t reveal a word to others. Even if Jingxin knew him, she wouldn’t recognize him, but if Jing Hui were present, concealment would be impossible.

"Let me take a look." Lin Miao squatted down, ready to take Dingxian’s pulse.

"It’s useless. I’ve been injured previously and was hit by Blood Evil’s Blood Evil Palm. My organs have been eroded by the Blood Evil’s force, beyond recovery." Dingxian, the old nun, shook her head.

"Perhaps not." Lin Miao smiled slightly. Others might not manage, but with his Rejuvenation Skill, he might treat Dingxian’s wounds.

Dingxian hesitated but didn’t refuse further.

Lin Miao took her wrist, diagnosing carefully. The pulse was poor, worse than last night, but fortunately, she had been treated by Lin Miao before; otherwise, she wouldn’t have held on.

Lin Miao poured a pill from his portable medicine bottle and handed it to Dingxian, "This is my Heart Protection Elixir. Take it, it can at least temporarily protect your heart pulse. Let’s find a place, and I’ll treat your injuries."

"You can really heal my injuries?"

"Not sure. Treating a dead horse as if it’s alive, are you willing, Master?" Lin Miao couldn’t guarantee full recovery, but there was a chance as Dingxian wasn’t yet at her life’s end; there should be a certain chance.

Dingxian hesitated. Though she knew his identity meant he wouldn’t deceive her, why would he treat her?

What was his motive?