Banished to Another World

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Part 1: I Want to Die Again!

"Of course, it's not my intention to cause Da He pain." Yan Mo stared at his right hand as he spoke, "Great God of the Guide, truly, it's not that I don't want to stop Da He's pain, it's just that we have too few tools. With so many needles in comparison to the size of the acupuncture points, between pain and immobility, in order to save his life, I can only choose the latter. I hope you understand."

Yuan Diao heard him speaking but couldn't understand the language and stared at him for a moment.

Only Cao Ting understood that Yan Mo was reciting a healing incantation. She had seen him do the same thing when treating his own leg injury before.

As Yan Mo was about to make the first cut, Yuan Shan suddenly shouted, "Wait!" At his command, everyone scrambled into the stone forest.

Yan Mo froze, and everyone turned to look in the direction that Yuan Shan had run off to. After a moment, they heard a scream that didn't belong to Yuan Shan.

Soon after, Yuan Shan reappeared, dragging a slave by the neck.

Cao Ting frowned, recognizing the slave. He used to pester her every day. He was one of the slaves belonging to Rank 3 Warrior Yuan Bing. His name was Yang She.

"Got my hands dirty, now I have to wash again." Yuan Shan angrily tossed the slave into a side of the clearing, then stomped on Yang She's foot.

"Get him out, he's too dirty. The mosquitoes even flew in with him." Yan Mo coldly said.

Without a word, Yuan Shan bent down, grabbed the unconscious slave, and tossed him out of the clearing.

The surgery resumed. Without proper tools or a skilled nurse, the procedure was slowed down. The wooden planks in Yuan Diao's hand were used to hold the wound open. He was a warrior, so he knew exactly how impressive the work Yan Mo was doing was. Not just anyone could skillfully cut open a stomach without damaging the organs beneath. And not everyone could make precise incisions with such accuracy.

Yuan Diao realized that even Fei Quan, the butcher of the tribe, couldn't possibly have a better understanding of the human body than Yan Mo did. No, Fei Quan couldn't even be compared to him.

As he watched Yan Mo, head bent in concentration as he cut into Da He's body, Yuan Diao couldn't help but worry.

This young boy knew so much about human anatomy. He could also use just a few needles to paralyze a person, keeping them perfectly still. And if this kid's martial skills were to improve... just how dangerous would he become? Yuan Diao began to pray for his good brother, wondering if it would be a good idea to suggest to Yuan Zhan that he cripple Yan Mo before he fully matured.

But what if Yuan Zhan wanted a slave who could fight and hunt? That could change everything.

However, after the youth's martial skills grow, would Yuan Zhan still be able to control him?

Yuan Diao was genuinely concerned about his good brother.

"Cao Ting, wipe your master's sweat." Yan Mo suddenly said, not lifting his head.

Cao Ting, who had been wiping sweat from Yan Mo's brow, quickly wiped the sweat from Yuan Diao, who was also dripping with perspiration. In order to keep the wooden planks steady, Yuan Diao had sweat pouring down his face. To prevent his sweat from dripping onto Da He, he leaned his head back, stretching his arms out, the effort making him feel increasingly tired.

The wooden planks, though light, were still difficult to hold steady for long. Yuan Diao, despite his strength, began to feel sore.

The surgery continued. Yan Mo worked steadily, cutting away the rotten flesh from the intestines, putting back the healthy parts, and then stitching up the wound. While using a straight needle wasn't ideal, Yan Mo was skilled enough to make it work. The real struggle, however, was Da He. This strong, proud warrior was crying in pain, desperately biting into the leather to hold back his screams. He wanted to die, but despite the pain, he admired the youth who was performing the surgery with such calm detachment.