CHAPTER 1054: CHAPTER 169: I’M JUST A PASSING DOCTOR

Wang Anfeng stayed temporarily on this oasis where Shaman was, identifying himself as a doctor. Firstly, he wanted to understand the current state of the Parthian Empire from the local people. He knew where some important figures of the White Tiger Hall mentioned by Jiu Zizai were, but he was completely in the dark and couldn’t find any traces.

Secondly, he felt that, as a person of Great Qin, he should do some compensations for these Parthian people.

Just as Shaman said, the Parthians here harbored no hostility towards him, but they were somewhat distrustful initially. After all, he looked really young, and seemed to always have a cold demeanor, making him seem unapproachable.

Whether it was the elders who knew medicine among the Parthians, or the Great Qin doctors they had seen before, regardless of their medical skills, they all appeared amicable and reassuring—not like this.

Cold as a blade.

Initially, everyone still used old methods of treating injuries. In the first few days, besides An Da, Liu Mengyan, and Shaman, almost no one went to find him.

But on the seventh day, a young hunter got severely injured. They tried various methods but couldn’t stop the bleeding, and he had completely fallen into a coma. His family had already lost hope, and the old lady at home fainted immediately.

Just when everyone was preparing to silently accept this turn of events, An Da softly suggested, why not take him to Doctor Feng?

The previously wailing crowd fell silent.

They exchanged glances, and after a while, the hunter’s father made the decision to bring his son to Wang Anfeng.

The Blade Madman, with a cold expression, dismissed everyone to stay outside the door, shut it with a bang, and with not a hint of politeness, locked the family’s pleas and cries outside.

Outside, the hunter’s father pressed his lips together, his eyes bleak.

He was even less certain in his heart...

Anyway, let’s try our luck.

It couldn’t get worse.

Everyone thought that young man was doomed, and some muddle-headed people quietly discussed arrangements for the funeral.

So when, an hour later, the hunter, who was believed doomed by the Parthians, was briskly sent out of the door by Wang Anfeng, all the old and young outside, who had started preparing for the funeral, looked at the equally baffled hunter with ghost-like eyes.

With the bang of a closing door, the village’s wisest elder frowned, finally realizing a problem.

This young-looking, probably foul-tempered man from Great Qin...

Has some impressive medical skills.

And after some time, as not just one fellow went in horizontally and came out vertically, Wang Anfeng received the highest level of treatment here, and was given a Parthian name, Tashi Tsering.

The eagle flying from the sky, guiding the lost souls.

But perhaps this name, similar to those in myths, brought some sort of mysterious aura to Wang Anfeng. These Parthians, who do not read poetry and do not know to ’respect ghosts and gods but keep them at a distance,’ indeed respected him, but still did not approach closely.

Still, only An Da and Liu Mengyan would come to find him.

Shaman had other things to do; during this time she had to lead people to various oases to trade with others and gather and record the tributes of the past year, and then, when the weather warmed, she would leave home again, traveling on the road.

During this period, the relationship between Wang Anfeng and Liu Mengyan improved significantly. Perhaps because they were both Han people, Liu Mengyan was very close to Wang Anfeng, and she often came over when there was nothing to do.

Wang Anfeng sat quietly on a red willow chair, cleaning the blade in his hand.

During this time, he acquired a Parthian curved saber.

Although his broken blade was convenient to use, it was now too conspicuous. Once the Blade Madman’s reputation made it onto the Absolute List, it wasn’t just talked about within Great Qin. A few days ago, while casually chatting with Shaman, she mentioned hearing news in a nearby metropolis.

Among them was the unmatched Blade Madman of Great Qin. The latter had laughed and said how fast the news spread.

Wang Anfeng instantly realized that more than two months had passed. Even the Thirty-Six Western Regions, no matter how far away, knew that a new master had appeared in Central Plains. The Mo Blade was too conspicuous, disadvantageous to his movements, so he asked this martial enthusiast to get him a curved saber.

The latter agreed on the spot. When An Da came over the next day, he brought an excellent curved saber—it was made of Hundred Refined Iron, with a more exaggerated curve than the waist saber of Great Qin, like fangs, exuding a chilling aura.

Wang Anfeng wiped both sides, lifted the curved saber, and looked at the blade from the side. He nodded slightly; this saber was already quite good, gifted by Shaman as an expression of gratitude to Wang Anfeng, but it was too light for him.

If he didn’t want this blade to shatter, it was best not to use Qi Mechanism.

Beside him, Liu Mengyan spoke softly with Wang Anfeng in Central Plains language about today’s events. Born and raised in the Parthian Empire, she still spoke fluent Han language.

She had just finished talking about seeing An Da get thrown to the ground during practice. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, her black eyes, a unique trait of Han people, brightened with expectation:

"By the way, by the way, you’re also a Han, have you ever seen the Great River?"