Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

After the laborers and handmaids cleaned up, the consultation room was completely transformed.

The earthenware pots of medicinal herbs at the door and the medicinal aroma inside finally gave the place the proper air of a clinic.

Before long, a small team of three found their way to the clinic, supporting an injured teammate.

Chen Chong, who had been about to leave, sat back down. He wanted to see how Shen Xinrou handled consultations and treatments...

The injury looked quite serious; the man couldn’t put any weight on one of his feet.

According to him, he had missed a step while walking through the woods and sprained his ankle.

After a brief examination, Shen Xinrou directly prescribed some medicinal paste for topical application.

"Your condition isn’t serious. You haven’t injured the bone or meridians. It’s likely just a simple strain. Come back every other day for the next seven days, for a total of three visits. Apply the medicinal paste I prepare, and you should be fully recovered in about a week without any lasting effects."

Hearing this, the injured man and his teammates immediately breathed a sigh of relief, smiles appearing on their faces.

They had been afraid he’d injured his tendons and bones. After all, as the old saying goes, an injury to sinew and bone takes a hundred days to heal.

If he had really injured his bones or tendons, he would have been bedridden at the school for at least half a month. That would have made finding resources even more difficult for their already small team.

Compared to that, a few days of rest was the best outcome they could have hoped for...

"Thank you, fellow student... I mean, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor."

The group thanked her profusely and asked about the treatment fee.

Shen Xinrou glanced at the price list Chen Chong had given her that morning, then said, "For each treatment, it’s one packet of instant noodles or food of equivalent value."

This kind of common sprain wasn’t difficult to treat.

As for Shen Xinrou, she’d known how to treat this sort of injury since she was ten. The necessary herbs were plentiful in the woods, so naturally, the fee wouldn’t be high.

Three doses of medicine were essentially equivalent to three single-person meals.

"Okay, I’ll get it for you right away!"

The young man who appeared to be the team’s leader quickly rummaged through his backpack. After a moment of searching, he pulled out a ten-slice bag of bread and about ten small, unripe wild peaches.

"Doctor, these two together should be enough for three treatments, right? Can I pay for it all at once?"

Shen Xinrou looked at Chen Chong on the sofa.

Chen Chong nodded. The value was about the same, but...

"Hey, since this is your first visit, we’ll give you a discount. We don’t need the peaches, the bread is enough. Just do us a favor—if you run into any other sick or injured students, help us spread the word."

The young leader stared at the rejected peaches for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"Of course, no problem. I’ll definitely spread the word. Thanks, man!"

Although they had a decent amount of food on hand, finding more after the Crossing was extremely difficult. Every piece of fruit was precious.

Even though the treatment fee wasn’t expensive, it was naturally better to save what they could.

Shen Xinrou watched this, a thoughtful expression on her face. ’So that’s how it’s done,’ she thought.

’Looks like from now on, I can give students a discount to earn their goodwill and get them to spread the word...’

A laborer took the food to the kitchen to store it.

Meanwhile, a handmaid wrote down the patient’s information before starting to grind the pre-sorted herbs for the paste.

Just then, two more students walked in, their faces pale as they clutched their stomachs.

A laborer hurried over to support them, maintaining the orderly flow of "patients" as if it were all rehearsed.

Seeing that the clinic was getting busy, Chen Chong said goodbye to Shen Xinrou and left with his people...

...

In the school park, Chen Chong walked in the lead with the Tiger Striped Dog at his side.

Behind him followed Xu Jun, Wang Biao, Jia Wen, Zhang Meng, and Huang Mao.

From their earlier conversation, the group had learned that Zhang Meng’s blond-haired little buddy was actually named... Huang Mao.

His surname was Huang, and his given name was Mao.

Xu Jun had cracked up on the spot. "Your parents really gave you a fitting name! Good thing your last name isn’t ’Green,’ otherwise you’d have to dye your hair green, wouldn’t you?"

Huang Mao was embarrassed, but the others all laughed...

"Brother Chong, are we heading to the Fishing Club next?"

Chen Chong nodded. "Yeah. We’ll trade for the fish and see what Zhong Fang wanted to talk to us about."

Zhang Meng asked curiously, "Chen Chong, you’re connected with the Fishing Club?"

"What? Are they hard to get along with?" Xu Jun asked, puzzled.

"Not exactly," Zhang Meng said with a slight smirk, as if recalling something interesting.

"It’s mainly because they have fishing rods. Our school backs onto a large river, making it a convenient food source, so they’ve drawn a lot of envious eyes."

"In the past, the Fighting Club, the Survival Association, and various other large and small clubs have clashed with them over the fishing rods, which is why their relationships with other factions aren’t great."

"They’re very resistant to any attempts to trade for their rods or to win them over. Of all the clubs and small teams at our school, they’re probably one of the most independent."

"The entire club is very hard to approach, especially the club president, Zhong Fang. Other than for trading resources, I’ve never heard of them having deep ties with anyone."

"I’m surprised they’d take the initiative to contact you. It seems your relationship with them is quite good. If you could win them over, you’d not only have a steady supply of fish, but their dozens of members would be a significant force."

"It’s decent, I guess. We’re mainly partners in a trade." Chen Chong thought back to his last meeting with Zhong Fang. ’He seemed like a nice enough guy.’

’Aside from being a little eccentric, he was alright.’

’I have no intention of recruiting them for now. But as for hunting the Giant Catfish... I might just have a use for their large group.’

’This meeting is a good opportunity to see if we can reach a new agreement.’

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

Following a familiar path, the group arrived at the door of the Fishing Club.

The door opened to reveal a familiar face: Zhong Fang, the president of the Fishing Club.

"Oh, you’re here, my friend! Quick, come in, come in..."

Zhong Fang enthusiastically invited Chen Chong’s group inside, but he clearly froze for a second when he saw Zhang Meng, obviously recognizing him as a member of the Fighting Club.

"I have nothing to do with the Fighting Club anymore. I’m following Chen Chong now."

Zhang Meng explained with a smile, then secretly said to Chen Chong, "On the second day after the Crossing, Fan Kai brought some people to start trouble with him. They didn’t fight, but he must have seen me."

Chen Chong gave a knowing look. ’Just how many people has this Fighting Club pissed off?’

’Why are they just like the Survival Association, always giving off the vibe of lawless bandits?’

"President Zhong, they’re with me now. Whatever conflicts there were in the past, let’s just let them go."

Zhong Fang smiled. "It’s fine. I mainly can’t stand Fan Kai’s way of doing things. I don’t have a bad impression of this brother here. Since he’s with you, we’re friends from now on."

As he spoke, he shook hands with a broadly smiling Zhang Meng, putting their minor past conflict to rest.

"President Zhong, one of my guys said you needed my help? I was wondering what it’s about."

"Ah, it’s complicated. You’re here to trade for fish, right? Come on, let’s head over there. We can talk on the way."

Zhong Fang sighed as he led Chen Chong and his group further into the building.

By the familiar pool, a school of fish swam about, looking full of life.

"Why are they so small? And so few?" Chen Chong’s brow furrowed slightly.

From his last conversation with Zhong Fang, he had a basic understanding of the Fishing Club’s capabilities.

With dozens of members, it was no problem for them to catch an average of at least a pound of fish per person each day.

Even after getting rid of the small and injured ones, there should have been at least 10 to 20 pounds of fish remaining.

He hadn’t come to trade for two or three days. Even if the Fishing Club ate some and traded some away, there should have been at least twenty-odd large fish of two or three pounds each left in the pool, right?

Why was it now full of nothing but palm-sized fry?

The biggest was two pounds at most, and there were only about thirty of them in total.

This amount of fish was less than what his own fishing cages could catch in a single day.

"My friend, you don’t understand..."

Zhong Fang’s expression was grim. He sighed and slowly began to explain.

「Half an hour later.」

Chen Chong had a strange expression on his face. "So, you’re saying that because the Unihorn Catfish failed to eat anyone, it’s now deliberately stirring up the water to stop you from catching fish?"

Zhong Fang sighed again. "Yes. That beast is acting like it’s developed cunning. We’ve tried everything, even splitting into over twenty small teams along several kilometers of the riverbank, but it still manages to disrupt our fishing spots one by one."

"If it weren’t for the brief window we get to fish when it’s far away, we probably couldn’t even catch these small ones."

"If this keeps up, forget about trading fish for supplies. Our whole club will starve! We’ll all be sucking wind!"

Chen Chong said, "So when you specifically sent someone to ask for my help, you wanted..."

Zhong Fang sighed once more.

Chen Chong had already lost count of how many times he had sighed. He’d done nothing but listen to him sigh since they came in.

"My friend, I want... I want to ask you to teach some of our club members some hunting skills. We only know how to fish; we don’t know the first thing about hunting animals."

"With the Giant Catfish causing trouble in the river, we can’t fish at all. We have to find another way. You’re a skilled hunter, my friend. You can even take down something as big as a Moose, so smaller prey must be no problem for you. So..."

At this, as if afraid Chen Chong would think he was just trying to get a freebie, Zhong Fang quickly added a few more words.

"Don’t worry, my friend, we’ll make it worth your while to teach us. We can pay you. For example, we can give you a hundred pounds of fish later on."

"Also, our hunting grounds won’t overlap with yours. And if we do manage to catch any game, we’ll give you a share of our daily harvest for a month, no matter the size. What do you say?"

Chen Chong was taken aback. ’So that’s what this was all about?’

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again.

"President Zhong, I don’t think that’s a very sound proposal. Fishing is your forte. Hunting isn’t something you can learn in a day or two. Giving up fishing to learn how to hunt might just be counterproductive."

Zhong Fang sighed.

Off to the side, Xu Jun was silently counting. That was the eighth sigh in the less-than-ten minutes since they’d arrived. He wondered if Zhong Fang would break ten.

"My friend, of course I know that, but what choice do I have? With that Giant Catfish causing trouble, we really can’t catch anything."

"Perhaps, I have a solution."

"What solution?"

"If the Giant Catfish is the reason you can’t fish, then killing it would solve the problem, wouldn’t it?"

"Kill the Giant Catfish?"

Staring at Chen Chong’s faintly smiling face, Zhong Fang froze, his expression gradually turning peculiar...

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