The Benevolent Miracle Doctor [Completed] [In Progress of Editing]

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桂花 means Osmanthus

In the language of flowers, Osmanthus means to love and romance and is a traditional Taiwanese wedding flower, Protection, Happiness, Good Fortune, Prosperity.

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A child came out of the shadows with ruffled hair, messy clothes and a sword. He was covered in blood, the scent was overbearing. Completely battered and bloodied it wasn't surprising that he fell down due to blood loss. His breathing was very slow but fortunately Kuan-Yin ran towards to the boy, checking his wounds.

His wounds were obviously inflicted by another person's sword. The gashes were deep which would probably would leave lasting scars. This wound would need bandages, needles, recovery pills and herbal soup for nutrient from to the blood loss. A splint would also be required as the boy had a fractured arm. Kuan-Yin's eye had finished the analysis in seconds.

But, for now she could only perform basic first-aid to the young boy and carried him to her home in the dead of night with the help of some spiritual force, "I better hold onto the boy properly." They instantly flashing away from prying eyes that were trained on her and the boy from the very beginning of their interaction.

She made sure to keep her face out of sight from the shadow figure that was atop of the building nearby before she flashed back to her home. Though both the boy and her was safe she wasn't quite sure if they were completely safe but the Tang House isn't a place that could be infiltrated easily without consequences. Susu greeted her at her wing and gasped at the sight of the injured boy that was in the arms of her mistress.

Susu quickly rushed over to her mistress before taking the injured person away, "Second Miss, what happened when you came home?" Susu was worried about her mistress' safety as she knew saving that person who had an unknown background was dangerous. 

Kuan-Yin summoned some herbs to her hand from her spatial ring, "Worry about that later we need to help this boy." Kuan-Yin pulled her sleeves up and tied her hair up, "Get me bandages, needles, thread and two strong pieces of wood." Susu frantically when into the cupboard nearby where the materials that her mistress requested for. Kuan-Yin took out a porcelain bottle which was filled with her own creation of recovery pills and fed a pill to the young boy, knowing that it would help with the immediate wounds.

Susu came back with the materials in hands, "Susu I want you to hold the boy down." Susu gulped but obeyed the order and held the boy down "I hope he doesn't wakes up from me setting his bones back." Kuan-Yin held the arms and pulled the arm and placed it the right position. The boy didn't make a sound, he was deeply unconscious so he didn't feel the pain. Susu and Kuan-Yin worked together to put the splint on the arm of the boy.

Kuan-Yin proceeded to stitch up the gashes of the wounds on the body. After a while, she finished, Susu cleaned the blood off and wrap the bandages around the body and putting him to rest. "Susu go to sleep." Dismissing her knowing that Susu was stunned by this at home operation for this unknown stranger.

However, Susu gently slapped her cheeks to use the pain to keep her awake, "Second Miss, I can not do that." Susu retorted back worried about her mistress since she couldn't trust the unconscious stranger who was obviously a martial artist from the wounds that he received and the weapons that accompanied him.

Kuan-Yin wasn't going to allow for Susu to stay up, "Susu don't make me say it again." Kuan-Yin was serious about making Susu go to sleep. So, Susu gave up and went to bed. Kuan-Yin made the herbal soup for the boy that had nutritious properties to promote recovery. She made a broth out of the herbs that she took out of her spatial ring. Whilst she was waiting for the soup to cook she stared outside the window. The moon was beautiful tonight. Kuan-Yin lamented as this was the last night she would be staying here. Kuan-Yin put a sleeping formula into the recovery pill into the soup that she fed the boy. She would talk with the boy tomorrow morning after he wakes up tomorrow.

Her body ached from tonight so she walked to her bed, sleeping the whole night. She was completely tired from the work she had done today. As soon as she had slept, her body started to release the unimaginable power that would only appear every ten thousand years. Many powerhouse clans, sects, cultivators, saint and immortals could sense this power even from many li away. These powerhouses were shocked that this person who had inherited such power would be overwhelming for many. Kuan-Yin, on the other hand, was completely unaware.

Weak rays of sunlight were able to penetrate the silk curtains that were in her room. Susu shook her mistress up for the morning and Kuan-Yin immediately woke up and changed into a green, white and black hanfu with Osmanthus embroidery. "I wouldn't leave with such heavy wounds if I were you." Kuan-Yin stopped the boy from leaving. Seeing as the boy was trying to get changed into clothes and trying to find his weapon. The doctor side of her refused to let any injured patient leave early.

The boy stopped in his tracks as he had used his highest stealth skills to escape but the girl that had saved him noticed him. Before he got out of the bed, Susu gave him a bowl of herbal soup, "It's not poisoned, it's a herbal soup that my mistress made that will help you recover from your injuries quickly." Though he was a suspicious person he was still someone recovering from his wounds.

The boy nodded and gulped the entire bowl down easily hoping the bitterness would not reach his taste bud. Susu panicked, "There is no need to drink it so quickly, the herbal soup isn't bitter." Susu cleaned the soup that trailed down his chin with her handkerchief.

The boy flinched upon the contact of Susu but allowed her to clean him up. "What's your name?" Susu asked in a gentle voice as she took the clean from his hands to clean later.

The boy lowered his gaze to the sheets of the bed, "I don't have a name, only 036" he sighed as he revealed his number. No name meant he was also an orphan.

Kuan-Yin interrupted as she inspected the blade that was in her hand, "From what I see in your belongings I know that you come from the Jingwei Sect." She touched the blade with runes engraved feeling nostalgic from seeing her work, "I didn't think that they would use the prototype that I created." Susu and 036 were confused since she was the sheltered daughter of the Tang family and never set foot within the Jingwei Sect before.

She smirked as she tossed the blade into the air before catching it by the hilt."036, have you ever known who created this sword," Kuan-Yin asked as she balanced the blade on her finger.

036 scratched his head, "The sect leader said he had created it." 036 replies instantaneously to the question and Kuan-Yin released her aura out of anger without realising it.

Kuan-Yin felt her blood pressure rising before her head popped off, "That stupid idiot dare says that my prototype is his work, he's going to get a beating from me." Kuan-Yin was pissed off and as a result Susu and 036 were whimpering in pain from the increasing pressure, "I'm so sorry I didn't realise I released my aura." The pressure was instantly released, Susu and 036 was gasping for air.

Kuan-Yin directed Susu, "Susu pack own things, we are paying a visit to the Jingwei Sect." Thus, Susu hurriedly rushed off to pack everything to a trip to the Jingwei Sect for both her mistress and herself.

036 was confused, "Miss but you need authorised permission to enter." He had never seen this lady come to the Jingwei Sect ever so he didn't think she had any way to get there.

Kuan-Yin tossed the blade towards 036 who rushed over to catch the blade as if it were his newborn, "I already know that." She smirked, "My authority in that sect is the same if not higher than him being Sect Leader." Boasting her status within the Jingwei Sect but 036 was dubious about her claim.

036 was shocked out of mind but if she were right. His sect leader had provoked a power much higher than himself.