"Pharmacist Yang, an injured disciple was just brought in. He was wounded in the left chest and poisoned. His condition is pretty serious."
Yang Chan had just finished absorbing the wispy Purple Qi that appeared at sunrise. Before he could even open a medical book, he heard Han Bingyu's anxious voice from outside the house.
Yang Chan didn't delay and got up at once.
"Let's go. Get the Healing Medicine and Antidotes we prepared yesterday, and bring all the gauze for dressing wounds."
Yang Chan gave Han Bingyu the order as he saw her, not breaking stride as he walked straight into Room Geng. Inside, he saw an Official Disciple whose face had a bluish tint. His breathing was faint, and his condition was critical.
"He was injured this morning during the changing of the guard. A civilian suddenly rushed out and attacked him. He's one of the disciples who came down the mountain with us."
