"Do not underestimate poison. It can kill, but it can also save lives. I need not explain this further; as a doctor, you should already know."
Zhu Yanyi looked deeply at Gu Jun, her expression conveying that their decline was their own responsibility.
"Also, people must learn to adapt. Even if you are from the Sage Academy, if you cannot adapt, society will eliminate you. The world will not stop developing just because your academy exists. On the contrary, I think your academy should adapt more to the world's development."
Gu Jun argued, "Students from the Sage Academy also go out often. Saving lives and treating illnesses is nothing difficult for us."
"But you do not know how to truly save people," Zhu Yanyi said seriously. "You once told me that to become a top-tier healer, one must go to the Sage Academy. That is the only path. But have those in the Sage Academy ever personally practiced as lower-tier or mid-tier healers?"
Zhu Yanyi felt it necessary to wake Gu Jun up. "Top-tier healers treat Heaven. This is very great. But if there is no country, and no humans in the country, then all of this is actually void."
"Lower-tier healers treat people; mid-tier healers treat the country." Gu Jun looked at Zhu Yanyi strangely. She understood this principle. In fact, she understood it even better than Zhu Yanyi.
However, there was one point Zhu Yanyi had guessed very clearly: because they were students of the Sage Academy, they had never truly treated ordinary people, nor had they ever saved a country.
Seeing her expression, Zhu Yanyi knew the answer. "Forget it. If you want to save the Sage Academy, I suggest you enter the world to save people. Although you have long lives, you have forgotten the true meaning of the medical way."
"The true meaning of the medical way?" Gu Jun murmured. He was confused. Had what he learned before really been wrong?
"As lower-tier healers, you do not treat patients. As mid-tier healers, you do not treat the country. You only dream every day of becoming top-tier healers who save Heaven. If Heaven were so easy to save, why would it be so hard for a top-tier healer to appear?" Zhu Yanyi sneered slightly.
"If you cannot correct these thoughts, when I go to the Sage Academy, I fear we will conflict. As the saying goes, those with different paths cannot plan together."
Gu Jun began to ponder. No one had ever spoken to them like this. Gu Jun himself had never thought about these things.
Perhaps Gu Jun understood these things in his heart, but sometimes, speaking them might not be useful, so he chose silence. But now, he could no longer escape.
If she did not speak, it might truly lead to the decline of the Sage Academy. Realizing this, she said to Zhu Yanyi, "After returning to the capital, I will not go with you. I will return directly to the Sage Academy. Little Yan is right. If a doctor cannot enter the world, then that doctor is fundamentally useless. Are we to only treat rabbits and mice every day?
So I plan to return and mobilize our students to enter the world. I hope Lord Yan and Little Yan will take care of us then."
It seemed Gu Jun was not ignorant. Zhu Yanyi smiled satisfactorily. Yan Aohan, standing nearby, also laughed. "Fine. As long as you truly enter the world, there will be no problem."
She glanced at Zhu Yanyi beside her, then continued to Gu Jun, "Then I wish you a smooth journey here."
The isolated island was gone. Yan Aohan brought Zhu Yanyi back to the capital. Naturally, the news of the island's silence would reach the ears of those who needed to know through certain channels.
In the Tibetan region, inside a private room, a middle-aged man picked up the tea cup in front of him and smashed it on the ground. "How could my island go silent?"
This person was the legendary Madman Yang Guanjing. At this moment, his face was full of shock and anger. Everything on that island was his life's work.
"Perhaps an earthquake or tsunami occurred. Caught off guard, this situation arose. I have sent people to investigate to see if anyone is still alive," the messenger replied.
No one would have thought this isolated island had a weakness. No one would have thought someone would exploit this weakness to sink the entire island into the sea.
"Did you hear any explosion sounds?" The Madman absolutely did not believe such things. Therefore, some matters had to be investigated clearly. Moreover, his intuition told him the island's sinking was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
"The investigators have checked. There are no traces of explosives. It can be confirmed that the island was not blown up by bombs. Currently, it is speculated to be caused by natural disasters.
I have scouted the surrounding area. According to some fishermen, they once saw a very large whirlwind. Some said it was a tornado," the messenger continued with the gathered information.
"Are the people on the island all dead? I arranged no less than ten weather forecasting experts on the island. How did none of them detect such a problem?" Yang Guanjing wanted to kill someone, but at this moment, he could only suppress his anger.
"You should be glad you were not on the island, or you would have gone to see Buddha with the island." A person entered. He wore a loose Tang suit, with a mask covering the upper half of his face. Only his eyes, mouth, and chin were visible. The rest was completely covered, making it impossible to tell who he was.
"Should I thank you then? If you hadn't made me come to the Tibetan region to study inexplicable things, I would have died," Yang Guanjing sneered.
The man smiled faintly. "You indeed should thank me. Of course, you can also thank Buddha."
"Do not act like a saint with me. No one knows you are as black as me. Speaking of the Holy Sect, it is actually the same as me, the Madman. To put it plainly, we are the same kind of people, belonging to the same mad faction." Yang Guanjing laughed loudly.
This person was actually the most mysterious Godfather of the Holy Sect. However, judging by Yang Guanjing's demeanor, the two clearly knew each other and were very familiar.
The Godfather raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled faintly. "Now that your island is gone, what do you plan to do?"
"Without the island, my foundation has lost two-thirds. However, fortunately, I still have some foundations in the Tibetan region. I am not worried about failing to produce results in my research."
Yang Guanjing invited the Godfather to sit at a chessboard nearby, making a gesture of invitation. Although he was still very angry, he needed to calm down quickly.
After the Godfather placed a piece, he continued, "I just feel that the sudden disaster on the island is not a normal phenomenon."
"But there are no traces of gunpowder. Even if it was done by human hands, no one would have the ability to sink an entire island," the Godfather said slowly, watching Yang Guanjing's move. He believed in miracles, but he did not believe the island's sinking was the hand of God.