This was just the first step. Aloe vera was just the first step. Now, she had to grind the rest of the herbs into their own little medicine starting with centella asiatica, the apparent “cure all” herb in ancient China. She grounded up all of the supply she bought. Although, it wasn’t pretty seeing as this was her first time doing this.

Since it was her first time, she made sure that all of the herbs were as fresh as they could be. Not dried so they would turn into powder. Maybe that’s why it was so difficult for her to grind everything up, but she needed a paste, not a liquid, so this was the path she had to make…maybe.

Anyways, after grinding the centella asistica until it was unrecognizable, Ning Yun added water and grinded it up some more. She continued this process until she got the nice herbal paste she wanted to rub on the wounds which–well, she hopped–was already done being worked on by the aloe vera. It had to be a good hour or two since she first put the aloe vera on the patient, so it had to be done. After all, it shouldn’t take that much time for the plant to do its thing. Well, again, she hoped, and she couldn’t disregard the fact that her patient’s wounds were still bleeding out. Speaking of stopping the bleeding, “Is using stitches an option?”

That always closed the would and allowed the healthy skin to conjoin in healing. Well, something like that. Ning Yun wasn’t exactly studying to be in the medical field in her last life. But, if it was coming to stitches, she was going to have to open up the cookie tin again. She hadn’t picked up a sewing needle since she was nine and had to sew all of her dogs toy’s back together. Her dog was a destructive little thing when he was a puppy.

But, she didn’t want to stitch up a person. It was different from stitching a stuffed monkey back together over and over. Besides, her techniques weren’t even that good. She was sure she was going to mess up somewhere. But, if the situation called for it, Ning Yun was going to have no choice but to try, and seeing how wide the wound was, it was going to require her to. If she left it open like this, it would just keep getting infested with bacteria.

Thankfully, this wasn’t the first time she had that thought today, so when she was out, she’d already bought a needle and silk thread. Was it expensive? Incredibly. It took the rest of her money to buy those last things. But, hold on. If she was thinking about stitches then that meant her making the herbal paste was a step after the stitches. Meaning, she fucked up because she had no way to preserve the paste, and she didn’t have anymore money to go buy some more.

She still had to disinfect the needle and the silk which was going to need boiling water, which took a lot of work to achieve. Well, not really seeing as this place was packed with fire wood and the well wasn’t that far away. But still, “Nope. No excuses.”

This was for a patient. There was no room for excuses when it came to patients. So, she set down her paste to start the stitching process.

First, she went to go draw some new water, so she dumped out the bucket she had now and refilled it. Next, she lit a fire under the stove that already had wood under it. Finally, she put the water in the iron pot on top of the stove and waited for it to boil.

When the water started to boil, Ning Yun dropped the needle in, placed a bamboo basket she found laying around over it, and put in the unraveled silk thread. Then, she waited for a little bit. And a little more. A bit more…until she took the bamboo basket off the top, extinguished the fire with the little bit of water she left in the well bucket, and pulled the needle out of hot water. It hurt. Ning Yun’s eyebrows even furrowed, but the stitches needed to be done as soon as possible. After all, she looked outside and the sun was setting. There was no light source other than the sun in this little hut, so she had to finish this.

After the needle cooled down, Ning Yun ran the silk thread through the hole of the needle, knotted the two ends, and pierced her patient’s skin. She didn’t have the time to think about what was going to happen because of this. She did want to. Actually, she was envisioning her dying patient as a stuffed animal who was ripped open by her old dog. It was easier that way. However, if she had to be serious about the situation, she was stressed. Scared that she was going to have another infection. This person’s life was in her hands, and with a single mistake, it could fall through her fingers. Just thinking about it, she started shaking, but she kept herself steady, and continued until the last wound was closed and the final knot was tied.

Since she was done with stitches, without even thinking about it, she grabbed the paste, mixed it a little and added some water to turn it into paste again, then smothered it all over the newly stitched wounds. After, she bandaged him up, perfectly. She kept herself occupied to stop her from worrying about what her putting a needle in a person’s skin was going to do.

With that, her long day was over. She was fatigued. Well, not really. With her body, there was no way she could be, but mentally, she was pooped. She could use a nice, long nap or some food. That could help, “But it’s not like I need to eat.”

Still, the savoriness and the satisfying feeling given when eating good food, was part of the reason why she ate in the first place, and though it’s a bit contradicting, she really loved that feeling. Ning Yun loved eating good food. It’s part of the reason she lived in her past life, though such a satisfying feeling never caused her to eat more than she needed to. It was insanely contradictory about her, but it was true. But, what did it matter? It’s not like those parts of her would change in this life anyway.

“Old habits die hard,” she whispered, “Not like they die anyways.”

Habits never die no matter how hard a person tries. They’ll always be there no matter how hard you try to ignore it. She sighed at the truths she came to herself. Then, she closed her eyes. She really wanted to rest right now. She was so tired that it felt like she just dealt with the flow of customers during the Black Friday deals. God, that day was war for everyone. Well, it used to be. Inflation messed up all of the good deals given by stores, so Black Friday was never what it used to be after the year she was fourteen.

“Umm, excuse me?”

Ning Yun’s eyes darted to the open door where she saw the young women who’d ran around the street looking for the doctor hours before. Seeing that there was another person there, she straightened her posture, “No need for that,” Ning Yun said, “This is your place after all.”

“Okay, then?”

Guess talking in that way isn't normal in this world. Eastern and western formalities were different after all.

“The patient is in a stable condition at the moment, but I’m sure he’ll break out in a fever tomorrow. His injuries are stitched closed, so the stitches are going to need to be taken out after 10 days. I’ll put the ointment in a small container for you to apply daily and make medicine with a specific dose amount. I’ll be around until the upcoming fever breaks, so you can see how this works. If you have any questions, ask whenever. I’ll be happy to answer.”

Ning Yun explained everything the girl needed to know about the patient lying on the makeshift, ground bed.

“And also, if you can wash the sheets, do it. The infectious bacteria is probably all over it. Actually, it might be better to get new ones all together.”

She got up from the ground where she sat, observing the patient. Then, she looked back at the girl, “Keep fresh air blowing in and out of this place, wipe the patient down frequently, and…Hmmm, I think that’s it.”

“P-please wait!”

Ning Yun stopped her proceedings to leave the hut of a house, “What?”

That probably came off a little more aggressive than I wanted it to, but, oh well. She was frightened already…or was she just a shy and timid person?

“I made some food. I thought, since you’ve been running around all day, and since you’re a child, you’d be hungry.”

Well, she was wrong. Ning Yun doesn't get hungry, but she doesn’t go against free food. Plus, free food was always gratifying, and she’s been wondering what would happen to the food she decided to eat. Does her digestive system work, since, unlike her throat which was cut clean in half, her stomach wasn’t touched. Though, her throat was cut which was the route food went to start the digestive process. Oh well, there was no point in worrying about it now, and if this really was going to affect her in a bad way, Ning Yun could figure that out later.

“I was getting kind of hungry. What did you make?”

Asking that question seemed to get a smile on the girl’s face, though there was no reason why.

“It’s nothing much. It’s probably worse than the food you usually eat,” she said, nervously and twiddling her fingers.

“Well, nothing can be as tasteless as air.”

Which isn’t a joke, since the moment she opened her eyes in this world nothing but air has entered her body. That and, what she assumed to be, qi from Ning Qian for her earlier injury. But, it was nothing to satisfy the taste buds.

“Then,” the girl brought a box wrapped in a plain cloth to Ning Yun’s attention, “It’s not much. There’s even some for your patience when he wakes up.”

Ning Yun put her hand out, and was given the box. It was quite heavy, meaning that there was a chance that there were two levels. That or her muscles were weak in this life as they were in her last. But, her intuition was pretty good, so she was sure there were two layers. And–drumroll please–she was right. When Ning Yun put the cloth wrapped container down and unwrapped it, she saw two stacked wooden boxes. On top were simple lotus leaf rice, three of them, and the bottom was filled with rice porridge. Everything looked delicious.

Ning Yun picked up one of the lotus leaf wrapped rice and undid the string holding the leaf together.

“Thank you for the food,” she said, unwrapping the leaf.

Once there was no more latus leaf covering a large part of the rice and other food items that were mixed in–Ning Yun didn’t care to figure it out–she took the biggest bite she could. The bite was so large that her cheeks instantly filled up to make her look like a chipmunk, but she was still able to smile at how good the food tasted. Even though she never got hungry, Ning Yun gobbled up all three of the lotus leaf rice, leaving nothing, not even grains of rice on her face. Then, with a smile, she said, “Thank you. It was delicious! I’m sure the rice porridge is just as good.”

Though it was dark, and the only light was a small, lit lamp, Ning Yun could see the girl’s face turn a pale shade of pink.

I guess she’s not used to those types of compliments, Ning Yun thought. There was also the fact that she might’ve over exaggerated because that was the first meal she’d eaten since being in this world. Still, it was a needed reaction for someone in Ning Yun’s situation.

“You should get to sleep,” Ning Yun said, “It’s already dark out, and monsters might get you if you stay awake.”

Ning Yun laughed to herself. That was a little something her mom used to tell her when she was younger in her past life. It was funny that she pulled that out now. Sure, there really were monsters in this world, but there was no way that a teenage girl would believe a child whom she just met. At least, that was common sense. Actually, the situation seemed more right if it was flipped around. However, when hearing what Ning Yun said, she actually seemed to get frightened like a child, “I didn’t know that. Thank you for telling me!”

Then, the girl went running out of the hut like house. It seemed that Ning Yun really scared her off with her words, or maybe there was something wrong with her neck wrapping. Either way Ning Yun really should take her advice and get to sleep. After all, rest was for the mind as well as the body.

So, with her night walk replaced by a nice dinner, Ning Yun laid down next to, but feet away from her patient and allowed sleep to carry her away.

When Ning Yun woke up, she was confused. Usually, she doesn’t dream, and if she does she forgets it when she wakes up. But, it was different this time. Ning Yun had a dream, and it was weird and concerning which caused her to wake up confused as to why she had the dream.

She wouldn’t consider the dream normal, but she also wouldn’t consider it a wet dream–she’d never actually had one of those either in this life or the last. Honestly, it was somewhere in the middle, and she really needed to figure out what this dream was before getting onto her day. After all, it was nothing like her Ninja Turtle and Karen dream. Which brings her back to going over the dream again.

So, Ning Yun opened her eyes in front of a shipwreck boat that was pulled from the water. Though, it looked like it was pulled out a long time ago seeing as it was cleaned. It was hard to tell and even harder to remember.

Anyways, the dream started with this lady standing in front of her and a group of other people announcing something. She said something like, “I’ll consider it, if you do it.”

At the time, since it was sorta an apocalyptic setting, Ning Yun thought the person was talking about the way to survive the apocalypse which made sense seeing her current situation. So this was insanely important, and something that she had to do. But, that wasn’t it. The weird thing had yet to come.

When the lady said, ‘...do it,’ Ning Yun knew exactly what the lady was talking about, but it was something she’d never done before. Given she did have a hobby of reading explicit BL manhwa, but no dream like this happened in the multiple years she’d been reading. As an adult in her past life, she still held onto her purple card, so this was quite the task. Still, it was important, so she, along with the group she was with, walked into the shipwrecked boat and saw multiple people, male and female alike, laying in pools of water with nothing on. Of course, in her dream it was censored because she was used to the censored stuff. Every peewee looked like a lightsaber, literally. It’s how it was censored in the BL’s that she read in her past life. Anyways, she started walking around looking for someone to do it with and heard a few conversations of some of the people in the pools, but she couldn’t remember the specifics because the dream was slowly fading from her mind. However, in the end, people were giving up on ‘doing it,’ but Ning Yun ended up pulling out someone that was light skinned, but not white out of his pool of water. The person was wearing a red bandana, had brown eyes, and–she wasn’t sure–had braces.

In the end, skipping the conversation she had with the guy that she forgot, Ning Yun ended up giving him a hand job; however, the weird thing is that when she was doing it, everyone there was watching, even the lady who’d said that this was for survival, which brings Ning Yun to her current situation. In the middle of said job, Ning Yun woke up from her sleep, and was in great confusion. Of course, none of this was really stimulating for her. She was more of a asexual type. Her friend made her take multiple quizzes about it when she was in high school.

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Either way, it was quite the peculiar dream, and she hoped to never have it again. It was quite disturbing. She worried for her other dimension self, but that wasn’t as important as her current situation. In the corner of her eye, she saw that her patient moved, though only slightly. It was just a twitch of a finger and nothing more, but it was a sign of consciousness. It’s like that in all of the hospital shows she watched anyway.

“Would you like to eat? The young girl who found you made food for you to eat.”

The room was silent, like Ning Yun was talking to herself. Well, maybe she was. Maybe the little twitch of the finger was just a reaction to a dream her patient was having. Well, it was time for her to change the bandages on her patient anyways, so there was no point in worrying about that.

“Just let me die,” the voice was rough and shallow. It was a clear voice of someone who was in pain.

Well, that was unexpected. Ning Yun really didn't think the guy was actually awake. However, his talking prompted her to wait on changing the bandages. Though, more like what he was saying made Ning Yun curious. She’d never thought she would hear someone say something like that in all her life. It felt like she was in a novel.

Maybe she was transmigrated into one of the multiple novels she read.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

The question had quite a simple answer, “I spent a day of hard work fixing you up, I’m not going to let that go to waste because of your stupidity.”

The patient’s voice was hoarse. Obviously because he’d haven’t had anything to drink in the past few days. He hadn’t eaten anything either, so he must’ve been starving, literally.

“Stupidity? My god abandoned me. There is no point in my life anymore.”

God, huh? This sure was sounding more and more like one of her fantasy, historical novels. Which was actually making a lot of sense because there was no way Qi existed if she just went back in time. If it did, then it’d have to be some big secret some people were keeping, which was impossible in her world because secrets were always found out due to the tenacity of news reporters and podcast people. Well, big ones anyways.

Either way, it made all of the arrows pointing to the fact that she was reincarnated into a fantasy novel now, but figuring out which one was going to be hard. She read too many stories to remember characters' names and backgrounds. Actually, she was quite surprised MC’s of such a genre managed to remember everything about a story. It was incredible, and they must have been incredibly dedicated. Either way, from the way her patient was talking, Ning Yun labeled him to be either one of the male leads or the main antagonist. Usually, male leads acted this way, saying dark stuff about dying, and then, the MC would come running in to say something inspirational–villains were the same way–but Ning Yun wasn’t the type of person, so she couldn’t come up with something like that on the spot. If she did, it’d probably fall out of her mouth unknowingly.

“Why?”

“There was no use for me anymore.”

Use huh? That’s such a weird concept. Then again, a lot of people live for other people rather than for themselves. She couldn’t even say whether that was how she lived or not. After all, she was becoming a doctor just because someone gave her the offer. She could’ve turned it down, but she didn’t. Now, she was basically doing whatever that person wanted of her, so maybe, in some way, she was living for another person just like the dying man laying in front of her. Still, focusing on just that is…

“Originally, the concept of gods was made for humans to use, so that even in the darkest times, there was something for them to hold onto even if it was just a heretic spreading nonsense. Still, it became part of humanities culture to ask God if there is something you want. It was never the other way around. However, because God was said to only favor a few, since only a few got what they wished for when, in reality, it was just a stroke of luck. So, looking at it this way, people shouldn’t be used by gods–or rather, the thought of them–and if we are, it is by our own will which is fogged by insecurities.”

Well, that’s what she thought anyway, but as it was only a thought. It was supposed to stay in her head.

Ning Yun covered her mouth quickly, “That wasn’t supposed to come out,” she said under breath. Then, she looked away with a guilty look on her face, “I meant no harm to your beliefs.”

Attacking one’s beliefs could lead to an entire war in any age. For example, the Protestants and Catholics. They had quite the rough religious war. Then, there were the Sunnis and the Shi’a. The Ottoman and Safivds missed out on an entire era of maritime advancement because of their religious differences leading to either a significant loss in power or complete destruction.

“Anyways, allow me to change your bandages.”

“...Though you say it that way, I was still cast aside. There is no place for me.”

Ning Yun sighed. She really hated self pitying people. They were such a pain to deal with, but for some reason, Ning Yun could never leave such people alone.

“By your god, maybe, but not by the world. After all, a young girl brought you to this house and wandered around town for hours looking for a doctor.

Sure, you were abandoned by your god, but it’s better to be of use to people you see with your own eyes. If you want, you can even take it to the extreme, and deem someone your god. Be another one of those heretics shouting nonsense and continue walking on with insecurities. It’s your life, so I have no say in what you do with it; however, I advise you not to throw it away just because of some unseen being.”

Not like she knew the entire situation, but Ning Yun said she felt she had to say, and continued with her job. After all, though she had a degree in psychology, she was a doctor not a therapist.

She rebandaged her patient quickly and smoothly with no resistance from the man saying that he wanted to die. Honestly, if that was the case, there’s a good chance that he injured himself or allowed himself to get hurt. Well, it was her job to fix people up, not finding out how it happened.

“I reheated the porridge, so I’m going to feed you now.”

Slowly and carefully, Ning Yun started feeding her patient.

There was no telling if he really was going to eat the food. He was a man that wanted to die after all. Though, his resolution to do so must be weak seeing as the stitches she put in were still in there. If he really wanted to die, ripping them out was the safest option, but he was doing no such thing. The same was with his food. He wasn’t fighting back nor was he trying to throw up what he ate. Willingly, he ate every spoonful of porridge she gave him and every sip of water from the cup. It was a successful feeding time.

“Now, your medicine. It’s bitter, so I apologize.”

Ning Yun poured the medicine down his throat as quickly as she could and washed it down with water to try and help with the bitter taste. Then, she wiped the area around his mouth, “You should sleep. It helps to recover faster.”

The patient didn’t say anything in response, and Ning Yun found it difficult to gauge whether he was sleeping or not seeing as he had some cloth covering her eyes.

When she first met the patient, she had the mind to take the covering off, however she was sure that it was there for some specific reason and didn't do anything with it.

That still didn’t change the fact that she had to stay by the patient’s side at all times, to monitor his condition. After all, he was going to break out into a fever due to all of his infections if not right now, then later today. Besides, if she left for a second, who’d know what he’d do to all the hard work she put into saving him. Which meant that she wasn’t going to get a bath anytime soon. Ning Yun felt the dirt piling onto her skin, and it was disgusting. Then again, she could take a bath right in the room–she’d found a little bath bucket–however there was a patient in the room, and she already went through such a situation once, not like there was much to see anyways, but she knew better than to do something like that again. Though, if that teenage girl stepped in here again, it’d give Ning Yun the chance to take a bath in some other area to heal her mental state. Like in any situation like this, she bursted out her singing skills, not that she was any good. There was also the fact that most of the songs she knew were in English, so no one here would really understand them. Still, it didn’t stop her from singing a little tune.

She sang a little song that was from a movie with a good soundtrack. The movie, on the other hand, was pretty cliche and overly dramatic, so she only watched it once fully. Still, the soundtrack was good, and even one of the songs was her mom’s favorite in her last life, so it was a good song to sing. Plus, it wasn’t anything exerting.

“You’re good at singing.”

“Thank you.”

Ning Yun didn’t think her patient was still awake. Well, it's her fault for not waiting a bit and checking, but at least she got a compliment. After, she patted his head softly, “Go to sleep.”

“I can’t,” he said.

Well, it was to be expected. He had been sleeping for a while. He’d probably regained all of his energy from sleeping so much. Plus, he’d just ate, so it was a given that he was overcharged with energy and couldn’t sleep.

“Then, would you like to go for a walk?” she asked, “Nothing too exerting, but I’m sure it'll be nice for you to move around.”

“That would be nice,” he responded

“Then, please get up slowly and carefully. Moving suddenly and roughly could cause your wounds to open.”

The patient got up slowly, after all, with all of the pain the wounds caused, it would be a surprise if he could move that fast.

While he was getting up, Ning Yun used her hand to support her back, not like it really did much. She wasn’t that strong after all, but it was part of her job to do such a thing. So, she supported him until he was sitting up straight.

Actually, seeing him sitting up, gave Ning Yun the cause to look over her patient’s physical form. Ning Yun had to admit that her patient was of fair, clear skin. It was amazing that there were no pimples on his face. It made her jealous. Gosh, her skin was never this glassy in her past life even when she used multiple skin care products. His dark, black hair wasn’t in the best condition. Maybe a nice wash with fresh rice water would do it justice, but he was far too injured to step into a bath. Still, despite his eyes being covered, and his body not being in the best of shape, Ning Yun had to admit that he was quite a good looking young man when he was in a healthy state. However, right now, he was nothing compared to Ning Qian. Her father would always be at the top of good looking people in Ning Yun’s life.

“Would you still like to go on that walk? I don’t want you to push yourself.”

“Then, I’ll stay here. In return, could you sing for me?”

“I’m a doctor, not a singer, and I don’t know many of the common songs.”

The patient grabbed Ning Yun’s hand. The hold was weak, but it was convincing. It was full of conviction. It was quite frightening to have that much conviction coming to a person you’d met just moments ago. Though, maybe Ning Yun’s words did strike a cord.

“Please. Your singing puts me at ease.”

Well, it was part of her job to make sure the patient is comfortable, so if singing was going to make him feel better, then there was nothing she could do. Still, it was a little embarrassing to sing for a person she’d only just talked to.

“If that’s the case, I have no choice but to go along with your request.”

“My head. Could you stroke my head?”

These were a lot of unreasonable requests for a patient, but if it made him feel better, there was no reason not to. The happier the patient, the faster they would recover.

“Alright. Though, I’m small, so you’ll have to lay down again.”

Almost immediately, without having the thought of fighting back, she felt her patient’s head hit her lap. He was like a small child. It was like everything in the world could hurt him, and Ning Yun was his shield. It was a situation she’d never been put in before, but if this is what being a doctor entails, then she really had no choice. After all, Ning Qian did say that every patient was her savior, or something like that.

She took her hand and gently stroked the injured patient’s head, her fingers running through the strands of his hair, and sang whatever song she felt like singing. It wasn’t like he was going to understand it anyways. She was singing in an entirely different language. One she doubted anyone in this small part of the world knew.

Ning Yun, herself, barely got through the song before falling asleep with her side leaning against the wall and her hand resting on the patient’s head. This time, thankfully, she didn’t dream of anything.

When she woke up, her hand was burning hot. She felt the head of her patient breaking out in a fever. He was panting and sweat was being absorbed into her clothes as well as his.

This was the expected fever. The one she knew was going to happen since his body was going to fight off the bacteria causing the infection. Thankfully, she gave him the medicine beforehand so it would do its job in aiding the cause, but she knew that the medicine she administered wasn’t as good as the modern antibiotics.

Ning Yun worried if it would actually work. What she made was just a combination of herbs that were said to be good for getting rid of bacteria. At least, that's what she wrote down in her notes. What if she got something wrong, and ended up harming her patient with the medicine instead of helping him.

Ning Yun shook her head. She did have the time to worry about this type of stuff. Whether what she gave him was medicine or poison, it had already entered his body. There was no way for her to extract it because it went through his digestive system and was absorbed. It was too late to change anything, and she had her own duty that she had to do. She had to cool him down as much as she could with the resources available before the fever seriously affected his head.

She was back to the beginning, and it was the most important part. She couldn’t let her first official patient die on her. Especially when he said that he wanted to die. She was going to save him just to spite him to get back at him for making her sing for him and his head laying on her lap. Basically, she’s getting back at him for giving her a new experience. An embarrassing one.

“You said I could just create a new god…”

Ning Yun was surprised to hear that. Was he sleep talking? More importantly, why was he talking about creating a new god? Sure, Ning Yun remembers that she said something about that. She remembered saying something about him becoming a heretic if he did such a thing, but there was no reason for him to be thinking about this now. The guy was basically on his deathbed, and he was over there talking about gods like they ran his life.

“This isn’t the time to be thinking about something like that,” she said, “You’re sick and need all the energy you have to get better.”

“It’s important,” he said with more of a struggle than it took to breathe.

Ning Yun sighed. This guy really wanted more out of her than a normal doctor would give, and Ning Yun was going to indulge him. After all, her boundaries were always pushed back to the brim, and she indulged in whatever her patient wanted in the premises of being a doctor. Either way, this guy was greedy. He wanted more than a story from her, but he was dying. In the movies, it was always right to give a dying person what they wanted, so it was only right that she did the same.

“Okay. Well, you can create a new god. I’m not too sure if it’ll work out for you but spread it around and you’ll be seen as insane by everyone not believing in your cause. It’s your choice,” though he might not have enough time to make such a choice. Still, it was wrong to say something like that to a person in his situation.

“You said I could deem someone my god.”

Ning Yun didn’t know where this was going, but she hoped that it wasn’t in the direction she thought.

“I did, but trusting in mortals isn’t a good idea. Everyone dies eventually. Even immortals, monsters, ghosts, and ghouls. Everything dies, so when it comes to creating gods, it’s better to just play make-believe. Fake it till you make it.”

“What should I do?” he asked.

Well, wasn’t that obvious? “First, get better. Then, travel for a bit. Go on a little self discovery journey or something.”

Ning Yun remembered that that’s what side characters in books who just conquered something leave the story under the pretext of going on a self discovery journey. Villain's did that too after their final defeat from the protagonist, and going off of her characterization when she first talked to him, she was sure the journey was going to do something for them. Though the outcome of said journey was never said in the story, she was sure that something positive was going to happen. Besides, what were the odds of the two of them meeting after he got better. They didn’t even know each other’s names, so there was almost no chance. Plus, there wasn’t a single form of social media, internet, and phones to use to reverse search a picture. She wasn’t even the type to post her face online even if that did exist.

“I’ll do that then…”

Looks like he used all of the extra energy he had. Now, he was back to sleeping with his heavy breaths and sweating face. Honestly, Ning Yun sighed, being a doctor was more work then she could’ve ever imagined.

A few more days passed faster than Ning Yun thought it would, and she was happy about it.

“I’m going to take the stitches out now.”

Ning Yun cut the string to each of the stitches, and pulled them all out individually. After pulling all of them out, there were only holes from where the strings were weaved in and out of the skin. Then, she wrapped up the almost healed wounds for the final time.

“Now, just take the medicine I gave you two times a day until it runs out, and take the bandages off tomorrow. One more thing…” Ning Yun patted her past patient on the head–it was something she’d gotten used to during the times they were together. Weird, but the guy really enjoyed head pats.

“Keep yourself safe. You might not be fortunate enough to have a doctor tend to you next time.”

“It would be great if our future aligns once more.”

She smiled, “I suppose it would,” and said her final words of farewell to the man that was her first patient.