"Doesn't your Sun Tzu's Art of War say that an army is better off being well-trained than numerous," Yao Yao said confidently.
Fine, Yao Yao had real combat experience and had been through firearm battles. She knew what she was talking about, so we'd follow her lead.
At half-past eight in the evening, the demons returned one after another. However, this trip back to Fucheng wasn't for a decisive battle, so there was no need for everyone to be deployed.
Yao Yao asked me to pick the people, and said two would be enough.
I was only deeply impressed by Old Seven Sable's fighting style, but it didn't seem suitable for tonight's mission.
I decided to bring those I wasn't too familiar with, just as a way to train them.
"Qingshuang, Yanan, you two come with me." I chose the second demon, the deer, and the fifth demon, the eagle. Both of them were rather introverted. When they were in a group, they were quiet, didn't talk much, and hadn't really communicated with me alone.
At nine o'clock in the evening, after Chen Lu, looking delighted, had entered a room with the fox demon, I drove her car with Bingbing, Yao Yao, and Qingshuang, and headed back to Fucheng under the cover of night.
Eagle demon Yanan didn't get in the car; she got carsick.
So, she transformed in advance and took the aerial route. The sky was a straight line, and she might even be faster than us.
We took a back road for a while, and when we reached Xinmin City, we detoured to the north to get on the highway. This way, even if the other party traced our car, it would be difficult for them to deduce the location of our base.
After driving for an hour, we smoothly exited the highway and headed straight for Fucheng Hospital.
I had expected to find Shakespeare's people guarding the ward and its surroundings, but we seemed to have overestimated the enemy's strength. There were no guards at the hospital. Only Bingbing's father was attending to her mother. When our group appeared, Bingbing's father was greatly surprised and quickly went out to create a diversion for us. Bingbing and her awakened mother cried for a while. Yao Yao stepped forward and took Bingbing's mother's pulse.
"The surface is a condition of excessive yang, while the interior is a deficiency of yin," Yao Yao said, truly professional. But I noticed she was using traditional Chinese medicine terminology. My aunt was a doctor, and we had many books on TCM at home.
"Is it easy to treat?" Bingbing asked.
Yao Yao smiled, "As soon as you came back, this woman... Auntie's illness improved by more than half. It was a mental illness, caused by worrying about you. As long as you're fine, she'll be fine. I'll prescribe some medicine for her, and she'll recover after a period of treatment."
"Recover?" I exclaimed, "Can high blood pressure be cured?"
"Why not?" Yao Yao retorted.
"Aren't 'modern diseases' like high blood pressure and diabetes incurable at their root?" Bingbing also asked. This was considered common knowledge for us modern people.
Yao Yao gave a cold laugh, "Generations of incompetent doctors have disgraced the faces of your Han ancestors. You're not even as good as me, a witch doctor who secretly studied the 'Huangdi Neijing' for three years..."
With that, Yao Yao shook her head, took out paper and pen from her bag, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Bingbing, telling her to get the medicine and take it for a month, and she would be completely cured.
So, she had learned traditional Chinese medicine from the Central Plains as well. I had thought Yao Yao would use some sort of witchcraft or shamanic rituals to treat Bingbing's mother.
Just as Bingbing was about to get the medicine, Bingbing's father rushed in, "Bingbing, Xiao Wu, you should leave quickly through the back door! I saw many cars coming!"
Almost simultaneously, the eagle demon sent a message from the hospital rooftop: they're here, five cars, eighteen people.
The eagle demon had flown all the way here, but she didn't seem to have brought any clothes. Was she naked on the rooftop right now?
That must be so cold!
I looked at Yao Yao, and she looked back at me, her eyes clearly telling me: you make the decision.
I took the prescription back from Bingbing's hand and gave it to her father, instructing him to get the medicine and brew it at the proper times.
We couldn't fight in the hospital; it would harm innocent people. We had to leave first.
After some thought, I led everyone out of the ward. We didn't go downstairs but took the elevator to the top floor.
"Then what?" Bingbing asked, confused, "This is a dead end!"
"Have you ever played 'PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds'?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, why?"
I pointed below, "Time to parachute!"
"Where's the parachute?" Bingbing asked.
I pointed at Yanan, who had transformed back into her eagle form, "She is."