The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 40 - 39: Therapist, Judging the Condition_1

"Who the hell are you, brat?"

A short, white-robed middle-aged man turned around and glared at Ye Hanjun.

No matter how you looked at it, the Desert Witch was teetering on the brink of death, barely clinging to her last breath.

If they missed this last chance to save her, and failed to provide timely assistance, the rare witch’s Fond Spirit would be claimed by fate.

"I said, stop!"

Ye Hanjun, his eyes narrowed, repeated for the second time.

In spite of his pale skin and overall weak aura...

Even his voice was feeble, far from comparable to Master Bing’s booming tone.

However, the short man inexplicably swallowed the curse words that had risen to his lips.

The three men and three beasts standing by also mysteriously ceased their actions.

Their gaze shifted back and forth before ultimately resting on Bingji, as if awaiting his final order.

"Reason."

Master Bing sneered, his eyes cold.

Just those simple two words were a condensed manifestation of fierce skepticism and distrust.

"If you really want to kill the witch, a single stab into the heart or brain would suffice."

"Why would I make multiple cuts if I have a better choice? Am I some kind of sick psycho?"

"Well, that’s debatable; some people seem clean on the surface but are utterly corrupt inside..."

The short man snorted and muttered underneath his breath, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Ye Hanjun glanced at him and replied coldly:

"I’m just offering a friendly warning; whether you’re applying medicine or using healing skills..."

"One wrong move and the witch will be dead within five seconds."

The short man was pissed, he squared off and retorted:

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you the medical Patron or are we?"

"An amateur like you giving orders is waste of time!"

"Master Bing, arrest him! Take him to the academy court, he’ll face his deserved punishment there!"

"Do you really consider yourself a true medical Patron?"

Ye Hanjun revealed a glimpse of indifference in his smile:

"From what I see, you seem more like a ’Knight’."

"Just because you can ride a Fond Spirit and have one or two healing skills, you think you’re a ’professional’?"

"How do you know?!" The short man was astonished.

"The ’Rhode Island Rat’ that exceeds two meters in length must be an Ascending Rainbow Light Fetus."

"But its sleek, shiny fur is not something that can be ridden easily by humans without saddles."

Ye Hanjun casually wiped off the blood from his palm with a handkerchief while speaking effortlessly:

"Moreover, the Rhode Island Rat is not good at carrying burdens."

"With your physique and vitality, it would already be close to its limit."

"Yet under your white robe, there are bulges, likely protective gear."

"You don’t look like someone particularly low-profile or wealthy enough to afford expensive lightweight metal equipment."

"Therefore, the most likely possibility is that you’ve summoned a ’Protective Armor’ using the Knight’s unique active ability."

"Only such an energy armor of special nature can provide effective defense without exerting additional weight, thereby not affecting the speed of the ridden Fond Spirit."

"You, You..." The short man turned red as if his tail had been stepped on.

But he could not rebut, as Ye Hanjun’s judgment was on point, word for word!

Master Bing, who was bystanding, suddenly furrowed his eyebrows.

The short man named Liu Yi was indeed an employee of the Assistance Centre.

Although he partnered with the Rhode Island Rat, all he could provide was auxiliary healing.

Regardless of first or second-rate, it would even be a question if he deserved to be classified as third-rate.

"Jiaoyun, what do you think?"

Master Bing’s gaze landed in the center of the group, where a plump middle-aged woman stood. Over forty years old, she was still quite a beauty.

Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed not in response to Liu Yi or Ye Hanjun but towards the Desert Witch.

"I have an inexplicably strange feeling..."

"These wounds seem to be fatal, the witch is in extreme pain as if her soul is trapped in purgatory, burning fiercely."

"However, there seems to be a more profound change occurring deeper within the flesh and blood."

"I can’t perceive or understand what this might mean for the witch..."

Shen Jiaoyun mutters to herself, causing the expressions of the people around her to shift one after another.

Zhang Xinyu’s expression was one of complete bewilderment from the beginning.

Just after dealing with the matters on the fifth floor, he was urgently summoned to the seventh, whereupon he ran into a familiar face.

Lord Han?

Why would Lord Han attack a wounded Fond Spirit trapped in a cage?

Zhang Xinyu remembered him well, a student with even fairer skin than his own, whose striking facial features were undimmed by his sickly pallor.

What kind of motivation would drive someone to do such a thing?

Eh? Why does he have a silver triangular emblem on his chest?

Noticing this detail, Zhang Xinyu, Liu Yi, and Yin Manman, who had come over to help as Shen Jiaoyun’s assistant, were startled.

"So, he’s a real therapist."

Ye Hanjun seemed unaware of everyone’s odd looks and gave a slight smile.

As for this woman, there were no clear external features to accurately judge her authority levels.

But upon hearing her speak, the answer was clear, with a less than one percent margin of error.

E-class authority - Therapist!

Not only does she have the "Song of Soothing" to help humans or Fond Spirits regulate their emotions and reduce stress, but she also has the "Acupuncture Skill" for promoting wound healing and promoting blood circulation.

Of course, these two are active abilities.

A therapist also has two powerful passive abilities.

For example, the "Pain Perception" allows them to gauge the severity of the pain of a wounded creature, and thus determine the severity of their condition.

Another example is "Disease Judgment", which gives them a clear understanding of human or animal anatomy, making it easier to identify fatal injuries and roughly gauge the complexity of diseases, such as poisonings, burns, and frostbite.

Based on Ye Hanjun’s experience, at lower echelons, therapists are definitely a hot authority role.

Especially if their power level is restricted below E-class, as long as they don’t take a divergent path and try to go for a "self-healing, strong offensive of Fond Spirits" tactic.

Steadily pairing with a high-grade healing Fond Spirit to achieve 1+1=3 in medical effect, they can jointly promote the growth of their authority.

A therapist is practically the authoritative representative in the medical field, with few of their rank significantly surpassing them.

"What exactly did you do to the witch?"

Shen Jiaoyun turned around and stared into Ye Hanjun’s jet-black eyes, unable to come up with a conclusion.

Next to her, a little goat with delicate water-blue wool was bleating.

The horns on its head sometimes shone, sometimes dimmed, as if energy was attempting to accumulate and then disperse again, incessantly fluctuating.

"Let it be, don’t try to release any skills for now."

Shen Jiaoyun patted the agitated water goat, trying to soothe it.

Her gaze once again signaled towards Ye Hanjun, still awaiting his answer.

"I fancied trying out some secret ritual from an old tome, I thought it could help reduce the witch’s pain."

Ye Hanjun shrugged his shoulders, catching sight of the angered Liu Yi and the emotionless Bingji, but remained unmoved.

He chose not to answer directly.

The knowledge system regarding Flash Fond Spirits might reveal a thing or two someday in the future.

However, the remodeling ritual exclusive to the Grey Flash Fond Spirit of the Witches, this was strategic information about the Witch Tribe’s bloodline inheritance that should have remained absolutely confidential.

The fact that the Ye Clan obtained it and that he could see it was already an anomaly.

If he were to leak it, there was no doubt in his mind that the Giant Frog Marsh would be leveled overnight - an act of sheer folly.

"Wait another three minutes. We’ll know the exact situation then."

Ye Hanjun diverted from the topic and calmly suggested.

His face had long since returned to its usual calm, and he was always estimating time.

Even during the course of the conversation, half of his attention remained on the Desert Witch.

——Destroying the Wheel of the Witch Vein was indeed an excruciating experience!

Compared to this, the blood loss from using the Bloodsucking Dagger was insignificant!

The Desert Witch still lay in the pool of blood, screaming in agony and struggling desperately.

All over her body, even the black wizard’s hat had been thoroughly soaked in yellow blood.

Her sandy legs were convulsing non-stop.

The scorpion tail connected to the end of her spine was curled up like a dying python.

...

Such an extremely grisly scene caused even Liu Yi, Zhang Xinyu, and others who had long been in the medical group to have a dry throat, unable to bear to look directly.

"Where’s Shao Yao?" Bingji suddenly asked: "She should be able to feel the vibrations from the seventh floor, right?"

"Well, if Shao was here, she would have definitely rushed over."

Shen Jiaoyun shook her head, "She’s been too busy lately, running out every two or three days."

"She has to go out and find urgently needed herbs and also help the academy handle temporary affairs, there’s no time to stay with the Assistance Centre."

"No wonder ..." Bingji murmured, subconsciously glancing at Ye Hanjun’s eyes, which were still mingled with the sharpness of a blade.

"Listen, boy, I need to warn you."

"Yes, the Desert Witch is a Grey Flash with serious flaws in her bloodline, but that doesn’t diminish the rarity of the Witches’ Fond Spirit."

"One could say that, within the Disabled Fond Spirits Assistance Centre, the importance of the witch cannot be underestimated."

"If she dies, you bear complete responsibility."

"If she doesn’t die and miraculously survives, you’ll still face punishment for your reckless actions. Don’t think that this is a lawless land where you can just run away."

"Yah! Yah!"

The purple Quyin Bat quickly circled overhead, its cold, bloody wind constantly enveloping Ye Hanjun.

It seemed that any suspicious movement would face the ruthless attack of the Quyin Bat.

"You are the Watcher, this is your Guardian’s Land, the greatest right to speak undoubtedly belongs to you."

Ye Hanjun’s face remained the same, heart still, as he straightforwardly acknowledged.