39: Chapter 39 is nothing more than a healing ointment.

On the other side, the wheelchair of Strategist Zhu Ge was slowly pushed over.

"Zhou Yun." He arrived before Zhou Yun and presented a small booklet with both hands.

"This is the list of severely injured personnel that I have registered."

His voice was calm, but his tone carried a hint of pleading.

"These people... will be unable to work like normal people in the future."

"The labor and work they are required to undertake in the city will all be completed by corresponding people helping them."

"Please rest assured, Zhou Yun, they will never become a burden to Flower City."

Zhou Yun took the booklet and opened it to take a look.

On it were densely packed records of names, ages, and injuries.

Those with severed arms: 47 people.

Those with severed legs: 76 people.

Those who are blind: 23 people.

Other severely injured and disabled persons: 105 people.

A total of nearly 251 people.

After Zhou Yun finished reading, he did not keep the booklet but instead handed it back.

Strategist Zhu Ge was stunned: "Zhou Yun?"

Zhou Yun smiled and said in a gentle tone:

"One's own affairs must ultimately be done by oneself."

"Their share of labor can only be completed by them."

"The compensation must also be collected by them personally."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Minister Wang Fugui and Lei Lie were both very surprised upon hearing this.

Zhou Yun had always been gentle, elegant, and open-minded, and he had been extremely caring towards these refugees.

Why was he now...

"This..." Minister Wang Fugui scratched his head, feeling somewhat confused.

Isn't it just two hundred or so disabled people?

Flower City now has people and food, and supporting them as freeloaders would be easy.

Besides, they already said that there are corresponding people to help them work.

Why is Zhou Yun still fussing over it?

Lei Lie also frowned, muttering inwardly.

This does not seem like Zhou Yun's style.

Strategist Zhu Ge's expression changed, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Those who were only missing one hand or one arm could barely manage to work.

But for those who had lost both hands, both legs, or were even blind...

the things they could do were simply too few.

If everyone could only receive compensation through their own labor, then their future lives would certainly be very difficult.

Perhaps... they might not even survive.

Strategist Zhu Ge took a deep breath, about to speak up to plead for those people again.

However, Zhou Yun smiled and raised his hand, stopping him.

"I know what you want to say."

"You want to say that their injuries are too severe, they are different from normal people, and they cannot be treated the same as normal people, right?"

Strategist Zhu Ge paused, then cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Exactly!"

His voice raised slightly, and his tone carried a bit of excitement.

"Zhou Yun, most of these people were injured because they bravely fought against Demonic Beasts to help others!"

"They are heroes, not burdens!"

"Please show compassion, Zhou Yun!" After speaking, he bowed his head deeply.

Not far away, those disabled refugees also bowed their heads, their eyes full of anticipation and anxiety.

Although they could not hear the content of the conversation between Strategist Zhu Ge and Zhou Yun, they knew that Strategist Zhu Ge was pleading for them.

The air seemed to have frozen.

Everyone was waiting for Zhou Yun's answer.

However, Zhou Yun's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

He did not show Life Qi, nor did he refuse.

Instead, he smiled slightly and said softly:

"When the great Dao prevails, the world is for everyone. Let the old have a place to end their days, the strong have use for their talents, the young have room to grow, and let the widowed, the lonely, the orphaned, and the disabled all be cared for."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over those disabled refugees, his eyes full of gentleness.

"Once you enter the gates of Flower City, you are people of Flower City."

"They fought for their companions and were injured due to their bravery; they should naturally be treated well."

"Why would others need to do it for them, lowering their own status?"

Strategist Zhu Ge was slightly stunned, seeming not to fully understand Zhou Yun's meaning.

Zhou Yun did not explain further, but simply took out a small jade box from his bosom.

The jade box was pitch black, faintly glowing with a dim light, and a faint medicinal fragrance drifted out from the gaps.

Strategist Zhu Ge looked up, his gaze falling on that jade box, and his pupils shrank violently.

"This is..."

Zhou Yun opened the jade box, revealing the black paste inside.

"black jade connection paste."

"It treats external injuries and reconnects severed limbs."

"A few defects, just cure them."

"Since they are heroes, they should naturally stand whole and complete within this Flower City."

black jade connection paste!

It really is black jade connection paste!

Strategist Zhu Ge stared fixedly at the pitch-black jade box in Zhou Yun's hand, his pupils contracting violently.

That faint medicinal fragrance drifted into his nose, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Whether it was the scent or the appearance, it was exactly the same as what he knew.

That's right, this is black jade connection paste.

He would absolutely not recognize it wrong.

Because... he had used it before.

That was many years ago.

Back then, his grandfather had exhausted almost everything to heal his leg.

Selling off family property, seeking medicine everywhere, and even stooping low to beg those high-and-mighty big shots.

In the end, his grandfather spent all his savings and even incurred a mountain of debt just to barely acquire one box of black jade connection paste.

That day, his grandfather held that small jade box, tears streaming down his face.

However, fate plays tricks on people.

After using the medicine, Strategist Zhu Ge was still unable to stand or walk.

It was precisely because he had experienced it personally that he knew how precious the black jade connection paste was.

It was a Gold Rank healing Saint Grade!

Even among all Gold Rank treasures, it was a top-tier existence!

This young City Lord before him was actually going to take out such a precious item to treat these disabled refugees?

Strategist Zhu Ge's heart was in turmoil.

Even though he had lived and died with these refugees, he could not help but hesitate at this moment.

Because objectively speaking... the value of this box of black jade connection paste was likely higher than the combined lives of all the disabled personnel!

"This... I am afraid that is inappropriate..." Strategist Zhu Ge spoke with difficulty, his gaze fixed complexly on the ointment in Zhou Yun's hand.

He did not finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

It was a waste of a heavenly treasure.

However, Zhou Yun only smiled lightly.

"What is inappropriate about it?"

His tone was light and breezy, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"It is just ointment for healing wounds."

Just... ointment for healing wounds?

Strategist Zhu Ge almost thought he had misheard.

This was the Gold Rank black jade connection paste!

Looking at the whole world, the number of cities that could possess such a treasure could be counted on one hand!

Yet in this City Lord's mouth, it became "just ointment for healing wounds"?

"Take it."

Zhou Yun did not allow for any argument and directly stuffed that box of black jade connection paste into Strategist Zhu Ge's hands.

Strategist Zhu Ge's hands were trembling.

Just like that... given?

Really given?

How much effort had his grandfather put in back then? What kind of price had he paid?

Selling everything, drowning in debt, just to acquire one box.

Yet now, the same box had so lightly fallen into his hands.

Strategist Zhu Ge felt his brain buzzing, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, look at me."

Zhou Yun's voice sounded again.

Strategist Zhu Ge subconsciously looked up, and then—his eyeballs almost popped out.

He saw that Zhou Yun had taken out nine identical jade boxes from his bosom one after another, and stuffed them all into his arms.

"There are so many injured refugees, one box is certainly not enough."

Zhou Yun patted Strategist Zhu Ge's shoulder and said with a smile, "Take these to use first; if it is not enough, come and ask me for more."

What?!

Strategist Zhu Ge's pupils suddenly shrank to a point.

One box was already a rare treasure...

and now he had given ten boxes in one go?!

He looked down at the ten pitch-black jade boxes in his arms, and his whole body stiffened.

Is this Flower City?

Is this still the small city he knew?

Since when could an F-Rank small city casually take out ten boxes of Gold Rank black jade connection paste?

A ridiculous thought even flashed through Strategist Zhu Ge's mind: This black jade connection paste... could it be fake?

Did he recognize it wrong?

Thinking this way, his mindset actually became much lighter.

It would be better if it were fake!

If it were fake, there would be no need to have such a huge psychological burden when using it.

"Thank you, Zhou Yun."

Strategist Zhu Ge took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and solemnly cupped his hands in a salute.

"Go ahead."

Zhou Yun waved his hand, "The injured are waiting."

Strategist Zhu Ge nodded, turned his wheelchair, and headed towards the group of disabled refugees.

"Mr. Zhu is here!"

"What is Mr. Zhu holding in his hand?"

"It seems to be ointment..."

The refugees gathered around one after another, their gazes falling on the jade boxes in Strategist Zhu Ge's arms.

Strategist Zhu Ge did not explain too much, only opened one of the boxes and took a small amount of the black paste.

"Whose injury is the most severe?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and then they cleared a path.

Deep inside, a little girl was lying on a makeshift stretcher, her face as pale as paper.

Her right lower leg from below the knee was empty, with only a mangled, bloody stump remaining, which had been simply bandaged.

The girl's mother was kneeling by the stretcher, her eyes red and swollen, obviously having cried for a long time.

"Mr. Zhu..."

She looked up, her voice hoarse, "Little Yue, she... her leg..."

"I know."

Strategist Zhu Ge's gaze fell on that severed limb, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

This child was only seven or eight years old; she had been well-behaved and sensible along the way, never crying or making a fuss.

But just yesterday, a Demonic Beast wolf rushed into the group and lunged straight at her.

Her mother had fought desperately to protect her upper body but failed to protect her leg.

That lower leg was simply bitten off by the Demonic Beast wolf.

"Come, don't be afraid."

Strategist Zhu Ge leaned down and consoled her softly, "Uncle will apply some medicine for you; it won't hurt after the medicine is applied."

The little girl looked at him timidly and nodded.

Strategist Zhu Ge gently applied the black paste to the severed limb.

The moment the ointment touched the flesh, a cool sensation spread out.

The little girl's body trembled slightly, but she did not cry out in pain.

Strategist Zhu Ge actually did not hold much hope in his heart.

After all, he himself was a cautionary tale.

Even if this really were black jade connection paste, it might not necessarily be able to make a severed limb Rebirth.

The box he used back then failed to—

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Strategist Zhu Ge suddenly came back to his senses and looked down.

Then, his eyes widened instantly.

At the wound of the severed limb, an incredible change was taking place.

Flesh and blood were squirming.

White bone was growing.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a brand-new lower leg was extending out from the severed end!

First was the bone; the white bone shot out like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Then came the tendons and veins; red blood vessels and cyan meridians entwined around the bone, wrapping it layer by layer.

Next was the muscle; pink muscle tissue rapidly generated over the tendons and veins, filling every gap.

Finally, the skin; tender white skin spread from top to bottom like water ripples, completely covering the entire lower leg.

It took no more than a dozen breaths in total.

A complete and whole lower leg had just grown out of thin air!

"This... this..."

Strategist Zhu Ge widened his eyes, his whole body trembling violently.

He opened his mouth, but could not say a single word.

It really grew out!

The severed leg had really grown out!

"Little Yue! Little Yue's leg!"

The girl's mother let out a sharp shriek and threw herself onto the stretcher.

She touched her daughter's brand-new lower leg with trembling hands, unable to believe it.

It was warm, soft, and exactly the same as the other leg.

"It grew out... it really grew out..."

Her voice trembled more and more, and tears gushed from her eyes.

"Mother... don't cry... Mother don't cry..."

The little girl comforted her with a crying voice: "Mother is crying, Yue Yue also wants to cry..."

"Mother is not crying... Mother is happy..."

The woman sobbed uncontrollably, pulled her daughter into her arms, crying and laughing at the same time:

"Little Yue, your leg is healed! It's healed!"

The surrounding refugees were also dumbstruck, each one with their mouths wide open, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

"My God..."

"The severed leg... it actually really grew back?"

"This is a miracle!"

Exclamations, crying, and cheers intertwined, and the scene became a chaotic mess for a while.

Strategist Zhu Ge, however, still maintained that posture, staring blankly at the brand-new lower leg.

His hand was still in the position of applying the medicine, but it had frozen in mid-air.

The box he used back then had no effect on him at all.

But this box... without a doubt, this was definitely not a fake; this was a genuine Gold Rank healing Saint Grade, black jade connection paste!!

Strategist Zhu Ge took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Quick! Bring all the other injured over!"

"Yes!"

The refugees, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly helped the other disabled injured over.

The second person to receive treatment was a middle-aged man who had lost his right arm.

His name was Li Dazhuang, originally a hunter, strong and robust.

During the escape, a Demonic Beast wolf lunged at an old man, and he rushed up to block that fatal blow with his right arm.

The old man survived, but his right arm was torn off.

At this moment, Li Dazhuang sat on the ground, looking complexly at his empty right sleeve.

"Really... can it really grow back?"

His voice trembled a little, both expectant and afraid.

Strategist Zhu Ge did not speak, only silently applied the black jade connection paste to his severed arm.

The next instant—the same miracle played out again.

Bone, tendons, muscle, skin...

A complete right arm grew out from the severed end at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Dazhuang widened his eyes, looking at that brand-new arm, his whole body trembling.

He slowly raised his right hand, opened his fingers, and then clenched them into a fist.

There was strength.

There was really strength!

"My hand... my hand is back!"

Li Dazhuang could no longer hold it back and squatted on the ground, wailing loudly.

A grown man, crying like a child.

The old man he had saved walked over tremblingly, holding his new hand, tears streaming down his face.

"Dazhuang... it's healed! You are really healed! Thank you, Zhou Yun! Thank you, Mr. Zhu! Thank you, Heaven! Heaven has eyes!!"