Chen Ming held Dugu Yan in his arms and quickly ran in the direction of the dical room. To avoid aggravating Dugu Yan’s condition, he chose routes with fewer people as much as possible without wasting ti. However, fewer people didn’t an no one at all.
On the way, Chen Ming saw a young man wearing the uniform of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect talking to two youths in Heaven Dou Imperial Academy uniforms by the roadside. He also encountered a group of drunken noble offspring staggering about and a few individuals who seed to be academy staff.
Among them was an elderly man with a head full of white hair. It was unclear if he was responsible for discipline or sothing similar, but when he saw Chen Ming carrying Dugu Yan, he imdiately stretched out a hand in an attempt to stop him. Chen Ming, however, deftly evaded him and left him behind.
To be fair, Chen Ming didn’t think he had outrun the man purely because of his speed. While he was physically fit, carrying Dugu Yan limited him to the speed of an average agility-type Soul Grand Master. Even an older senior Soul Elder or an average Soul King wouldn’t have much trouble catching up with him.
The real reason he wasn’t pursued was likely that the old man didn’t genuinely want to chase him.
Surely, it couldn’t be because, at his age, he didn’t even have the cultivation of a Soul Elder, right?
In Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, such a thing was almost impossible.
After running for a while, Chen Ming finally reached the general area of the dical room, guided by his mory of the map.
However, what Heaven Dou Imperial Academy referred to as the dical room wasn’t just a simple room. While it appeared as a small dot on the map, in reality, it was a large complex of wooden corridor-style buildings.
The area around the buildings was filled with various dicinal herbs, leaving paths wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side. Butterflies fluttered among the flower beds, and rare and exotic flowers blood in abundance.
Rather than a typical school infirmary, this area seed more like a healing garden designed for Healing Soul Masters to practice mimicry cultivation and conduct daily classes.
Reaching this point, Chen Ming felt lost.
He had only been enrolled for a few days and hadn’t fully familiarized himself with the layout of the academy. While he knew this was the dical area, he had no idea where to find the dical staff or who was in charge.
With no other choice, Chen Ming gently pinched Dugu Yan’s waist. She raised her head and gave him a reproachful glare.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The paralysis toxin had slowly begun to wear off during the journey, and Dugu Yan was starting to feel the pain in her body. To prevent the jolts of pain from worsening, she had clung tightly to Chen Ming, wrapping herself around him like a koala.
She had just started to adapt to the pain, thinking she’d soon receive treatnt. But Chen Ming’s sudden pinch made the pain so sharp that she nearly bared her teeth.
"I’ve never been here before. I don’t know where the dical staff are. Do you?"
"I... I don’t know either," Dugu Yan replied with a confused expression.
Whenever she needed sothing at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, the teachers would co to her. While she had t so of the staff in charge of dical treatnts, she had never cared enough to find out where they usually were.
Although she had been enrolled a few days earlier than Chen Ming, the mont she entered the academy, she was surrounded by swarms of admirers. She didn’t have the ti or inclination to wander around the campus.
In terms of campus familiarity, Chen Ming, who had at least explored the academy during his free ti, probably knew more than she did.
Moreover, whenever Dugu Yan couldn’t find her way, she would simply ask soone for directions. Whenever she did, people were more than eager to escort her all the way, sotis to the point of being impossible to shake off. Why would she ever need to rember the routes herself?
"How about we follow the small path and head toward the Mimicry Training Grounds? Don’t those places usually have a teacher assigned to oversee them? If the teacher isn’t a healing-type Soul Master, we can at least ask for directions," Dugu Yan suggested.
"That makes sense," Chen Ming nodded, carrying Dugu Yan as they headed further down the path.
Dugu Yan’s condition, while not severe, was far from light. Without a healing-type Soul Master, she would need about a week of consuming dicinal soups just to get back on her feet and around two weeks before she could use her soul power again. Fully recovering would take at least three to five months of rest.
Though her injuries weren’t minor, they wouldn’t worsen, nor were they life-threatening. Therefore, there was no need for panicked shouting or drawing unnecessary attention.
If they could find a healing-type Soul Master, her recovery would be significantly faster. A healing-type Soul Master at the level of a Soul King could likely restore her to the point of using her soul power with just their fifth soul skill. However, her ridians and internal organs would still require a few days of rest since standard soul skills were less effective for such injuries.
As they followed the small path, Chen Ming and Dugu Yan arrived at a lush, vibrant area. With their sharp eyes, they could easily recognize that the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees were all materials rich in life attributes, and suitable for use in dicinal preparations.
Amid the flowerbeds, a carefree girl sat astride a large rock, clutching a handful of flowers and idly tearing off their petals. Sotis she picked one or two petals, and other tis she yanked off a whole bunch, completely absorbed in her world.
"Ahem, excuse ..." Chen Ming called out.
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