Clinic.
Pei Ye walked in; many injured people lay in the hall while the Kongtong medics bustled about. Pei Ye didn't see any familiar faces, so he headed straight for the back, the sounds of people fading behind him, arriving at a quiet, deserted courtyard.
Passing through the yard, just as he was about to knock, he heard a cold voice from inside.
"These cracks are not external injuries but a continual state of your body, an outward manifestation of deep disharmony; medicine and stones can't heal it; only by regulating from the root can we treat it."
"Hmm." A woman's familiar voice, accompanied by the sound of pages turning, "Miss Qu, I remember that your residence has a sword technique called 'Breath Sword.' The 'Mount Tai Idle Script' by Dai Zhuang Jian says it 'sprouts in spring, grows in summer, and all things flourish. An old woman practicing it can stride as if flying and ward off...'"
"Roll up your sleeve and let me have another look." Her speech was cut off.