Banished to Another World, Chapter 18: Nothing is more tragic than Bedwetting...

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 18: Nothing is more tragic than Bedwetting...

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On the way back to the tent, Yan Mo's plan gradually took shape. As for whether the plan will be futile after its implementation, he felt that it has nothing to do with him. He was simply a passenger on the boat. Even from a fundamental point of view, the plan was definitely more beneficial to Yuan Zhan and others than him.

Inside the tent, after Yuan Zhan put down Yan Mo, he saw there were only a few leaves left in the house and wanted to get some big ones; since he also has some questions to ask Cao Ting, he went to the next door. 

Yan Mo was a little dizzy on the bed, but he didn't dare sleep and only rested.

Yuan Zhan came back and pulled a torch into the ground. He smashed the Cirsium leaves and helped Yan Mo in handling his re-injured leg.

During this period, Yan Mo wanted to speak a couple of times but was paralyzed by the ugly and fierce expression of the other person’s face. 

Yan Mo decided now is not a good time to make a fuss

"Your legs were shaking."

"Huh?” Yuan Zhan is not clear about what he said.

"Are you injured in your right leg?"

Yuan Zhan looked coldly, his reply wasn't better: "This is none of your business."

Do you think I want to make it my business? Yan Mo raised his right leg, carefully leveling it, and twisted his left leg. He rubbed the cold sweat that came with the pain and slowly said: "I can cure my own legs. I can take a look at your legs. Do you not want me to try? Do you want to drag your leg in the future?"

"My leg had grown back to normal, and there are no problems with the bones. Qiu Shi Da Ren said that I would feel pain because I was cursed by the enemy."

"Do you believe that?"

Yuan Zhan, wanted to say that he did not believe it because it was The Priest who said it after the latter delayed the treatment. He has a pair of really good and long legs, and, after seeing that there usually isn’t big problem except for some unbearable pain after using his leg for a long time, he cannot publicly complain about the Priest treatment let alone complain about his bad words.

"I can see your right thigh muscle development is similar to the left side, and there is no obvious difference between the two legs. This could mean that your bones are not equally long so you feel pain when using your right leg for a long time due to muscle overload. Aside from that, there are several possibilities, but I need to give you a detailed examination to know. Only after I know the exact cause can there be a possibility for treating the disease."

Yuan Zhan did not understand this jargon, but he understood its general meaning.

"You can cure that wound?" Yuan Zhan looked at the young man's face and didn't believe him. He did feel that this kid was a little extraordinary. He even suspected that he was not a disciple of the Salt Mountain priests but a God Priest’s disciple, who sneaked out from the Three City Temple.

Only in this way can the explanation be clear. How could a mere boy possess magical skill in the first place, and why does he have knowledge on some herbs and healing methods that even the old priests does not know?

How big is this kid? He is only a 14 years old boy; even if he learned a special skill from the God priest, can he compare to the older priest Qiu Shi who has lived the longest in the tribe? 

"Your healing ability is good, but it does not mean you can cure others. Your Cirsium leaves are also ineffective for me. My legs are already healed. Do you think your blood, flesh and bones can make any injuries disappear and return my legs as they were before the injury?”

Yan Mo's mouth twitched. There was no doubt in his mind; if he dared to nod this second, the primitive man on the opposite side will definitely pounce on him and cut his meat to eat.

"My knowledge doesn’t stop with the big leaves. I absolutely know no less ways of treatment than the old man called Qiu Shi. If you do not believe me, you can ask Da He and Sister He Tu. Da He was on the brink of death when I saved him." Yan Mo felt wronged.

When did he, the world's top medical expert, who was once known as the youngest nationally indisputable doctor, ask someone for medical treatment? Were there not others who cried and shouted as they held their banknotes while asking him to cure them? If it wasn’t for the Guide’s scum points, how could he save a savage primitive man who raped, slapped, and turned him into a slave? 

Do you think I want to cure you? 

"Oh?" Yuan Zhan didn't seem to care what Yan Mo said in his heart.

Bastard! What does your expression mean? I already said my level and yet you still dared doubt my medical skills. You can question my character and origin, that’s fine by me, but never doubt my medical skills!

Deep in his heart, there was something that was bothering Yuan Zhan. He looked at the boy, got up and went to see the Da He couple. Regarding the boy's rescue of Da He's life, he learned of it from Cao Ting's mouth. At that time, he thought Cao Ting was merely exaggerating things so he didn't believe her. Now, the boy vowed that he can help him, but Yuan Zhan wants to see things for himself. Whether it is as the boy said or not, he can just ask Da He about it. As for the time to disturb the couple, he didn't think too much of it.

Yan Mo was lying on the bed made of rotten fur; his face was gloomy. He never had a comfortable day since coming here.

"I want to check his leg, but he won’t show it to me. You can't blame me." Yan Mo looked at his right hand, the Guide has no response. “It's already late; even if he changes his mind he has to wait till tomorrow. I'm too tired today. If I try to treat him, I'm afraid I will misdiagnose."

"I am going to sleep... if you have opinions, it's best to just show me now."

There was no sign of punishing him for seeing the wounds because he actively asked, twice, about the patient today.

Yan Mo's thought: If my right hand that is holding the Guide gets cut off, will the Guide punish me? 

He would like to test it, but he fears his right hand will not grow back.

Unfortunately, there were no others like him who were sent here for reformation; otherwise, he can find a way to grab that person and do a detailed experiment. For example, he can cut off that person's right hand to see if the Guide will appear in the left hand. If it appears, then cut off the left hand to see if it will appear in other parts of the body and so on. He was very curious regarding the Guide’s main root inside the body.

(T/N: I thought curiosity killed the cat. Who would have thought the cat’s curiosity can kill someone else...Hahaha, really a scum)

Also, if the host is dead, will the Guide also disappear? Or does the Guide have a way of preventing the host from dying?

Yan Mo really wants to die once, but he is afraid he really can’t die. If that will be the case, then he can only enjoy the pain of death and never enjoy the permanent peace brought by death. He always felt that this scum punishment was more serious than him. The reformation Guide can definitely do this super-defective thing.

If I die here, will it be the end of the reformation? He really wants to ask the Guide this issue.

Thinking of two more questions he has the opportunity to ask, Yan Mo was a bit hesitant. He was given three chances to ask for something and out of those three chances he used one; only two more opportunities remain. As a person who likes to maximize his profits, he does not want to squander the remaining two chances. The only opportunity that cannot be wasted is to ask a question he cannot infer.

Well, I still didn't ask. In this horrible primitive society, even if he doesn't intentionally kill himself, there still should be plenty of chances to die. In the future, he will know if he can completely die or not.

Yan Mo waited for a while. He was drowsy but didn't want to fall asleep like this. He didn’t feel good so he didn't want others to feel better.

Yuan Zhan finally came back and when he did, he looked at the boy's eyes with enlightenment and a hint of vigilance.

Yan Mo looked at the young man. Giving him some medical treatment tonight was no longer possible, instead, he will give him something to be concern about: “I know where to find salt.”

After speaking, his body finally relaxed. In this comfortable state one will immediately fall into a deep sleep.

"What did you say?!" A big hand full of strength quickly grabbed him, but unfortunately he couldn’t wake up Yan Mo after a long time.

Yan Mo had some sensation at first. Although he was only pretending to sleep, he actually fell asleep.

It was not easy for him to push through for the day. Today, he was not only forced to bear the pain on his back but was also force to cut open his already healed leg and let it freely bleed so he can salvage his life. As if those sequence of events wasn’t enough, he still had to face the old priest's menace. In addition to treating his own injuries, he also had to worry about the injury of that violent bastard of a criminal.

Under all kinds of torment, he kept himself from collapsing; furthermore, he managed a rational analysis and thought of a way to leave hanging that animal before going to sleep. He really deserved the deepest sleep. He really admires himself.

"Yan Mo! You wake up..." Yuan Zhan looked at the boy's miserable face. He was unable to shake him awake. He did not believe the boy was sleeping because he couldn’t keep himself awake.

Forget it; I will wait until tomorrow and ask him again. Yuan Zhan laid down on his bed with a full stomach. As expected, this night, Yuan Zhan was unable to sleep.

The following day, Yuan Zhan got up early in the morning and began to wake up Yan Mo.

After waking up, Yan Mo felt a deep ache and touched his bottom. The result was tragic. He couldn’t recognize what he was touching.

"Get up" Yuan Zhan ordered from the outside.

Yan Mo calmly put his hand down and wiped it on the hay. Inexperienced; he should have thoroughly cleaned his wound with medicine yesterday rather than indiscriminately wiping the surface. Shame or whatever, there is really no need here! 

Yuan Zhan came in and smelled the stench. He took a look and laughed on the spot. "How did you wet the bed? How old are you?"

Yan Mo was sullen.

Yuan Zhan didn't feel it was a problem. The boy was not too dirty. He picked him up and patted his ass and went out to clean him.

Some people was walking outside but none of those people who were passing by felt that their behavior was strange, and no one gave them a second glance.

After washing Yan Mo, he placed him on the side, besides the water tank. Yuan Zhan went in and packed the boy's bed. He folded the animal skin into a roll and threw it at the door.

"This time I can change to a completely good fur skin bed. I will increase the size of bed so we can sleep together later. The winter is coming, two bodies squeezing and sleeping is warmer. The fur skins we used were bad so I kept the original ones. I planned to use it in the winter."

Yan Mo said that he didn't care, but in the end he still didn't pull it away. He pretended to look at his wounds and bow down to the young man. 

Huh? Yan Mo felt his body paralyzed when he looked at his wound.

His healing rate seemed to have accelerated again. The previous injury, after adding the two days he was unconscious, took about seven days to recover. On the other hand...will this wound only take a few days to heal?

Yan Mo looked at the wound and made assumptions according to the degree of healing. If his guess was correct, he thought that maybe he would stand up and walk again in three to four days. 

What is this going on? This body... 

Yan Mo didn't feel happy. He only felt fear. He even thought, how can this body's nutrition keep up? Will his healing speed become faster in the future? 

Yuan Zhan turned and immediately tied the board with a straw rope. 

This can't stop the young man for a long time, but before he can think of a means to control the young man, he must keep the latter in the dark. The longer he can keep the young man in the dark the better his situation would be.

"You said last night that you know where to find salt." Yuan Zhan tore a piece of fresh barbecue and handed it to Yan Mo. His voice was very low.

Yan Mo took the piece of meat and ate it.

"Yan Mo?"

Yan Mo smiled and whispered: "Dear master, have you forgotten that I am a salt mountain child?"

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