After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

The news of Xie Xingran's wrist sprain spread like wildfire throughout the entire Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land.

Whether it was the disciples working in the herb garden or the guards on duty in the corridor, they were all whispering about this matter.

After all, this young master is the apple of Madam He Anyao's eye, and is pampered with the utmost care. Now that he has been injured near the pharmacy, no one dares to take it lightly.

Inside the pharmacy, a scene of bustling activity and tension prevailed.

Xie Xingran was placed by the maid on a pear wood chair covered with a snow-white fox fur. Her small body was huddled in the chair, her shoulders shaking with sobs, and her voice was almost hoarse from crying.

Surrounding him was a circle of elderly men dressed in moon-white medicinal robes, the collars of which were embroidered with exquisite cinnabar patterns—the exclusive insignia of the medical elders of the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land.

These old men all had white hair reaching their waists, long beards fluttering, and eyes that, after a hundred years of experience, were bright and piercing, exuding an aura of composure and dignity. Ordinary disciples would respectfully bow to them.

They are all top-notch physicians with over a century of medical experience. They usually either seclude themselves deep within the pharmacy to research and develop new drugs, or quietly compile medical books, instruct their disciples, or carefully study ancient prescriptions.

They would only personally intervene when faced with difficult problems concerning the foundation of the sect, or when dealing with the thorny illnesses of people of extremely high status.

But now, these old ancestors, who usually wouldn't even bother to glance at ordinary disciples, were all gathered around a three-year-old child, their eyes fixed intently on his swollen, red wrist, their fingertips occasionally hovering over it to examine it, afraid of missing even the slightest abnormality.

"Waaah... My hand hurts so much... I'm so miserable... Why did I get hurt again...?"

Xie Xingran's cries were sharp and aggrieved. As he cried, he secretly glanced at the old doctor and maids around him out of the corner of his eye, but his cries grew louder and louder.

"It's all Jiang Huaijin's fault! He's the one who pushed me! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fallen like this! My hand hurts so much..."

"Grandma...Grandma...I want Grandma!"

He cried out at the top of his lungs, his voice full of dependence and accusation, which brought tears to the eyes of the maid beside him.

An elderly doctor with white hair and beard carefully held Xie Xingran's small hand. His fingertips were calloused from years of handling medicine, but his movements were as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

He poured a lustrous, light green ointment from the jade bottle at his waist. As soon as the ointment was taken out, it emitted a refreshing medicinal fragrance that instantly filled the entire pharmacy.

The old doctor applied the ointment evenly to Xie Xingran's swollen wrist, gently rubbing it a few times with his fingertips to guide the medicine's absorption.

This ointment, known as "Jade Dew Skin-Regenerating Ointment," is made from thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and morning dew, taking ten years to refine.

The medicine worked incredibly fast. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the redness and swelling on Xie Xingran's wrist subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her skin regained its original fair and delicate appearance, even more radiant than before, as if it had never been injured.

In the world of cultivation, such sprains and bruises are nothing to a cultivator who has achieved success in his cultivation.

A cultivator's body, tempered by spiritual energy over many years, is already as tough as refined iron. Even if they are accidentally bumped or knocked, the spiritual energy within their body can quickly repair the injury.

Xie Xingran was only three years old and had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. His body was as delicate as a tender willow bud, and his ability to withstand pain was extremely weak. Even this insignificant injury was enough to make him suffer unbearable pain.

Not to mention his noble status, and the heart-wrenching cries he uttered.

The cries of "It hurts so much!" and "I want Grandma!" startled everyone in the pharmacy.

Upon hearing the news, several old doctors who were in seclusion researching medicine rushed out without saying a word. They all looked nervous. One of them even sent his disciple to retrieve his most treasured "Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill" on the spot, fearing that Xie Xingran had suffered some fatal injury.

When they arrived at the scene, they discovered it was just a minor wrist sprain. Everyone was taken aback, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Xie Xingran's crying didn't stop at all; instead, it became even more heart-wrenching: "Waaah...it still hurts so much...why isn't Grandma here yet? Does Grandma not want me anymore?"

The old doctor who had previously applied medicine to Xie Xingran rushed forward, his tone tinged with urgency and confusion: "Young Master, your wrist has already healed!"

The "Jade Dew Muscle Regenerating Cream" in his hand can instantly restore bone and muscle to their original state, even for minor sprains or broken bones and tendons.

He really couldn't understand why Xie Xingran was still crying out in pain. Could it be that the ointment had been stored for too long and its effects had worn off?

But he had kept the ointment carefully sealed in the jade box, so there was no way it would expire.

The old doctor was simple-minded and focused solely on his medical skills, so naturally he couldn't fathom Xie Xingran's petty schemes.

Xie Xingran wasn't really in pain; he was just exaggerating his suffering and crying louder so that his grandmother, He Anyao, who had rushed over, would know how much he had been wronged by Jiang Huaijin.

Ideally, this would be a good opportunity for Grandma to punish Jiang Huaijin properly; if she could just beat him to death, that would be even better.

Jiang Huaijin's bloodshot, murderous eyes were still lingering in Xie Xingran's mind.

Even now, thinking back on it, his heart is still pounding. That deep-seated fear only strengthened his resolve to eliminate Jiang Huaijin.

This reborn being is a menace if kept alive.

"Ranran!"

A hurried shout came from outside the pharmacy, and then He Anyao rushed in.

She was discussing the flaws in the pills used at the front lines with the elders in the alchemy room when she heard the news from Bai Zhi. She was so frightened that she ran over without even giving the elders any instructions, her face full of anxiety.

Upon seeing this, the elderly doctors surrounding Xie Xingran quickly stepped aside to make way, nodding respectfully in acknowledgment.

"grandmother!"

The moment Xie Xingran saw He Anyao, her sobs escalated, tears flowed even more fiercely, and she reached out her uninjured hand and lunged at He Anyao.

He Anyao rushed to Xie Xingran, squatted down, and frantically grasped his small hand, looking him up and down, her voice urgent:

"Ranran, my dear grandson, what's wrong? What happened? I heard from Baizhi that you fell down. Where are you hurt? Does it hurt?"

"Still the hand..."

Xie Xingran choked back tears as she handed her wrist, now fully recovered, to He Anyao, her face streaked with sobs.

"Jiang Huaijin pushed me! It's all his fault! He pushed me to the ground, and that's how I twisted my wrist! It hurts so much, Grandma..."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, He Anyao's face instantly darkened, her eyes filled with shock and anger. She abruptly turned to look at Bai Zhi beside her, her voice sharp.

"What exactly is going on? Where is Jiang Huaijin? Where is he?"

Bai Zhi was already pale with fright, her body trembling slightly. She lowered her head, her voice filled with barely concealed panic: "Reporting to Madam, Junior Brother Jiang... Junior Brother Jiang is currently being punished in the Discipline Hall."