The words of the soldier had also reached Yang Yan's ears.
But after hearing them, he simply cast them aside.
He was neither a doctor nor an Immortal Master and didn't know how to treat people.
Arriving in front of an inn, he stepped inside.
It was already late, and he intended to rest here.
After entering the inn, a waiter ran over to him.
"Sir, what do you need?" he asked politely.
Yang Yan waved his hand lightly.
"Give me an upper room, and bring some food too!"
"Certainly, sir, right this way!" the waiter bowed, gesturing upstairs.
Yang Yan headed upstairs, with the waiter quickly following him.
Leading the way, the waiter guided Yang Yan to the second floor, opening a room and rushing in to wipe the table and bench clean with a cloth.
"Please, sir!" he said with a cheerful smile to Yang Yan.
"Hmm."
Yang Yan sat down, and the waiter quickly added,
"Please wait a moment, sir, I'll have someone prepare the meal for you."
