The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 56 - Bian Ques Triple Cure

Even a normal person would likely feel a sense of compassion when first seeing such a bloody and sinister scene.

However, the somewhat abnormal Su Li immediately became serious.

“What.....is this?”

“A bird,” Cyril replied, not understanding the deeper meaning behind Su Li’s expression and words.

“No, I mean what kind of bird is it?”

There were so many black birds.

The one that most impressed Su Li and immediately came to his mind was not the common crow that most people would think of, but rather...

The blackbird.

A subtle difference, but a world apart.

Unlike most people’s unfavorable impressions of crows, Su Li didn’t have much of a reaction. He was simply cautiously wondering if this was truly a blackbird.

Voicing his inner thoughts, Su Li prompted Cyril to sincerely ask, “Is there a difference between the two?”

“The blackbird is the epitome of the farmer and the snake. No matter whether I try to rescue it or not, the moment my actions startle it, let alone the shudder-inducing prospect of it gifting me with insects…just the blackbird alone, whether I try to help it or not, the moment I startle it, it will ensure that I experience non-stop what it means to be freely defecated upon for 24 hours.”

This was the wondrous blackbird.

After all, no matter how heavy the big orange, it couldn’t compare to quietly enjoying the view on the balcony, only to be crazily shaken by this bird and assaulted with non-stop fecal attacks.

Cyril’s mouth twitched.

“I’ve been quite doubtful for a while that kindness is your true nature.” After all, Cyril himself was the best proof.

Considering their past strange encounters, with Cyril abandoned, the interactions between Su Li and Egbert should have been more natural.

“That concept is unacceptable,” Su Li firmly denied. “That saintly role has nothing to do with me, a middle-aged retired salaryman, an honored promoted great wizard.”

“Absolutely not.”

Although he said that, Su Li still reached out his hand towards the bird on the wall.

However, both his body language and expression were conveying his reluctance.

“If you don’t want to, then don’t do it,” Cyril stated calmly.

“But not wanting to and still having to do it are two different things,” Su Li maintained his outstretched hand, his voice light and faint, seeming to be afraid of startling the already severely injured bird and causing its wounds to deepen further.

“Most of the time, people are such strange creatures that even when they resist something, they still end up doing it.”

“I sincerely pray to whatever god may or may not exist, and fervently hope that this is a crow, and not a blackbird.”

Su Li could no longer clearly remember the appearance of the blackbird that had ruined several of his window-cleaning robots. And not long ago, that overly distinct bird call had been mistaken by Su Li as a person in severe injury being able to completely change their voice, when it was in fact a bird, which would be even more obvious.

The two children wouldn’t know or understand that the raven, which had passed through the life-or-death battlefield of Jisuo Town, upon following the scent of the long-dead Crystal Winged Dragon, detectable to nothing but the highest-level beasts, found its final remains on a completely elementless human.

Weak.

Should it be killed?

But it seemed strange, let’s take a look first…

Then the nine-level beast, fully capable of adult human-level reasoning, saw a behavior that normal beasts could not comprehend.

When that pale hand reached out, the raven could clearly see the slightly protruding veins on Su Li’s wrists.

The shallow blue veins and the delicate wrists that could break at any moment were almost deliberately emphasizing his fragility.

However, the reality was that in the eyes of this strange child, who could not be understood by anyone, the raven was clearly an existence to be avoided.

The raven, following its instinct, wanted to peck its own wing to relieve the awkwardness that it didn’t know whether existed or not, only to realize that the wound was already deeply exposed to the bone.

“Do birds have saliva? Though bird’s nests can prove this point.” Su Li, unconcerned about his own ignorance, tried to speak to this ordinary bird that, in the eyes of a normal human, should not have any communication or conversational ability. “Don’t do that, your sharp beak will only make the wound deeper.”

raven: This human is really strange, let me take another look…

From the sightless eyes of the bird, Su Li inexplicably discovered a strange light.

It could be said to be the last glimmer of the setting sun, the reflection before it completely disappeared, or…

“Talking to a bird without the ability to dialogue or think, am I really that foolish?”

Su Li twitched his nose and then turned his gaze to Cyril.

The latter immediately puffed up.

“What inappropriate thing are you thinking about!”

“I absolutely cannot use wind elements to raise you up and let you go touch that bird, absolutely not!”

If anyone other than this bird, which means nothing to Cyril, were to be dropped and killed, it would be the very important Su Li, not the bird.

“How did you come up with that?” Su Li was still a bit confused. “I meant for you to try lifting me up a bit, like holding me by the legs.”

A gorilla capable of carrying 200 pounds and running 10 kilometers, with its internal elements still in a bountiful state, could lift Su Li with one hand.

Cyril: “Tsk.”

After making a sound of unclear meaning, Cyril chose to grab Su Li’s armpits with both hands and lift him up.

This distance was just right for them to closely approach the bird perched on the top of the roadside wall.

But the frustrating thing was that just now, because of the angle, Su Li thought the bird had only injured its wing and couldn’t fly away, but now looking at it from eye level, he found that half of the bird’s body was already rotten.

Compared to the visible white bones at the wing, the leg on the same side, down to the claws, was twisted like a toy doll’s joint, completely distorted.

“Hiss.” Su Li drew in a sharp breath.

“I almost wanted to do Bian Que’s Triple Cure right then and there.”

It’s beyond saving, just let it die, farewell.

But the reality is that, without any association with the medical profession, only able to use absurdly unrealistic green blood as code connection in games, the strategist chose to try to save it again.

“Duo Duo, come here.” Su Li tried to use the memory of the speech patterns to convey his harmlessness in calling the bird.

From below, Cyril’s muffled voice came. “Don’t use a dog-calling voice to call a bird, okay?”

Su Li’s expression was blank. “Oh.”

“Anyway, we won’t hurt you, that’s the gist of it.”

“Shall we bandage you up, little cutie, or would you prefer a ‘BB’ as a nickname?”

Su Li tentatively reached out his hand towards the bird.

And the black bird that had previously tried to peck its own wing did not make any move to harm itself, but instead, with its black beady eyes, stared at the approaching big face.

As the great wizard was thinking whether to completely give up dinner and waste time with this bird, or to just find a place to bury it after it expires, he saw the bird jump onto his palm with a phoenix-standing posture.

The overwhelming scent of blood made Su Li’s nose pause, and he had to hold the bird in one hand while holding his breath, and also ask Cyril to put him down.

On the way back home, the two quickened their pace.

Tearing off his own clothes to bandage the bird would be nothing compared to Lan Professional Zhe, who could save it even if it only had one breath left.

The Dark Holy Son expressed his indifference. “It’s just a bird, let it die.”

From the perspective of value theory, the medicine that Lan Zhe would use to save this ordinary, non-beast bird is worth enough to buy thousands of them.

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But even though the Dark Holy Son despised the unfairness of value theory, he still obediently took out the medicinal materials.

“The legendary sharp-mouthed tofu-hearted.” As always, Su Li did not hide his thoughts when they were not necessary.

Seeing Lan Zhe’s reddened ears as he tried to organize his words in response, Cyril quietly said, “Too direct.”

“Wait, isn’t the strange thing that everyone is increasingly able to understand what you’re saying, Su Li?” Cyril added curiously.

“You see, people have an almost instinctive high sensitivity to both good and bad words,” Su Li waved his hand dismissively.

But as not the kind of child who, after “buying a pet”, would no longer take care of it and only cause trouble for their elders, Su Li asked Lan Zhe, “Didn’t you say Eg would be back today?”

While trying to bandage the bird, still unsure of its species, with the bandages Lan Zhe had brought out.

Lan Zhe was happy to not have to do the work, and simply said, “Euphia had some finishing business that needed his help.”

When the support suddenly went into overdrive, forcing the other planned damage dealers to become support, Egbert had practically accumulated enough hate.

The fact that he wasn’t beaten to death outright can only be attributed to everyone showing mercy out of respect for his former identity as the Son of Light, someone supposedly ‘righteous and upright’.

Afterwards, not properly comforting people or anything…

Euphia would only tell Egbert, “I’ll make sure to leave you a whole corpse and send it to Su Li after you die.”

Egbert promptly responded, “Please don’t do that, the corpse may scare Lord Su Li. Cremating it into ashes would be fine, and with your Flame Maiden title, you must be able to cremate the most delicate and beautiful ashes, so even in death, I can leave a good impression in Lord Su Li’s heart.”

Euphia shut down with her gaze the words that would hurt her mouth if she spoke them.

[To be this perverted, it must be that the God of Light had his mouth stuffed with his own socks to produce someone this mentally ill.]

Egbert used max evasion, Euphia’s eye attack missed.

Back to the present, Su Li was tying a beautiful butterfly knot on the raven’s wound, and sincerely wished, “I hope you recover soon.”

Lan Zhe raised an eyebrow. “With the medicine I gave, it’ll be up and flying tomorrow.”

“That’s great.”

Hmm…

As the dawning light grew dim, the arriving Egbert would definitely not be thinking the same.

TN:

Bian Que (扁鹊), an ancient Chinese physician often regarded as one of the greatest in traditional Chinese medicine.