nucmednet Chapter 103 The journey ahead is long and arduous, but you are doing well.
Chapter 103 The journey ahead is long and arduous, but you are doing well.
Chapter 101 The journey ahead is long and arduous, but you are doing well.
"Xiao Wan, help Hong Xiu prepare a dose of herbal medicine. Boil it over high heat, and be quick."
arrive home.
They saw that the food stalls in front of the door had already closed, and a few younger ones followed their older brother out to inquire about the situation.
Li Xiaowan was helping her aunt tidy up the yard and sweep away the dust.
Li Xin gave an order and immediately carried Cheng Feiyan straight into his bedroom.
And they even closed the door.
Li Xiaowan looked stunned and turned to look at her mother.
I discovered that my mother, who used to be very gossipy, now has a calm and peaceful expression, just like those lay Buddhists who have been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist prayers for many years.
There wasn't a trace of curiosity in his eyes.
She put down the rag, wiped the water off her hands behind her back, took two quick steps, grabbed Zhuang Hongxiu, and asked nervously, "Sister Hongxiu, what kind of medicine does Second Brother want to brew? If we boil medicine over a high flame, the effect might be much weaker."
"Come with me."
Zhuang Hongxiu gave a wink, went to her room, and quickly picked out Bupleurum, Schisandra, Angelica dahurica, Scrophularia, and Tangerine peel.
Each of the following was taken in ten to fifteen grams: Atractylodes macrocephala, etc.
A dose of medicine was prepared very quickly.
"A calming soup, this—"
"Little Wan, don't worry about that. The young master is talking about this soup. Have you forgotten that talisman from before?"
Zhuang Hongxiu looked at Li Xiaowan with amusement.
This girl has an exceptional talent for medicine, able to apply what she learns to other situations, and her grasp of the properties of medicines is particularly meticulous and thorough.
The "Da Yang Yuan Tang" she prepared could even enhance the medicinal effects by 10-20% by adjusting the dosage of the herbs.
This skill seems to be innate.
In understanding the properties of medicinal herbs, they are almost no less skilled than the top experts.
Of course, she only has this ability with a few familiar prescriptions at the moment.
My skills in diagnosing and prescribing medicine are still far from sufficient; I need to accumulate experience over the years.
Even so, it's still quite impressive.
Some people's talents are visible to the naked eye.
Even from a very young age, one can often tell whether a person can reach the pinnacle of a certain industry.
Even if Li Xiaowan's ability to "season" was slightly inferior in other aspects, it would not prevent her from achieving great success in the field of medicine later on.
While she possessed medical skills, Li Xiaowan was far less adept at handling situations and adapting to changing circumstances.
At that moment, she didn't realize that with the talisman developed by Li Xin, there was no real need for any medicine.
The reason they were asked to brew the medicine was, of course, to cover their tracks.
After all, the practice of burning talismans and dissolving them in water, then drinking the ash water to cure illnesses, looks exactly like a scam. It's the work of a charlatan.
Therefore, when using [Zhu You Fu Shui] to heal injuries, it is best to first put the person to sleep.
This is not a pharmacological need, but a psychological one.
Otherwise, Cheng Feiyan had never witnessed Li Xin's creation of the character "生" (life), nor had she seen the miracle of his wound healing rapidly, so she couldn't help but doubt it.
If you don't believe in your heart, it will hinder the recovery from your injury.
Zhuang Hongxiu didn't need to be told what was going on; she understood immediately just by listening to Li Xin's casual instructions.
Li Xiaowan patted her forehead lightly: "Oh, right, with the talisman turning into water, it doesn't matter what kind of soup it is."
No wonder Second Brother wanted to decoct the medicine over a high flame. Here's what we'll do: reduce the dried tangerine peel by 50%, the scrophularia root by 30%, and increase the amount of Polygonum multiflorum stem—"
She couldn't figure it out herself, but after being enlightened, she immediately turned to her major.
While deftly preparing the medicine, she asked, "How did Sister Feiyan get so badly injured?"
"That's how it is—"
Li Xin ignored Zhuang Hongxiu's boasting about his earlier imposing and menacing demeanor.
He placed Senior Sister Feiyan on the bed, and using the cinnabar he had prepared beforehand, spread out yellow paper and began to draw talismans.
"Junior brother, you're drawing a talisman. Are you trying to ask the ancestral master to bless me?"
Cheng Feiyan smiled and whispered, her eyelids drooping.
For a moment, she felt drowsy, as if her blood and qi had stopped fluctuating.
My thoughts were like soaking in lukewarm water, languid and motionless.
Even when Li Xin placed her on the bed, she didn't react in time.
This feeling of complete stillness and lack of vitality caused her a slight worry.
I thought to myself, if things continue like this, it might not be long before I have to go see my great-grandmother.
My junior brother's words of comfort were very nice.
But no matter how beautiful it sounds, it can't heal a fatal wound.
The burly man with the crew cut kicked with such force that the force hit his Tanzhong acupoint, and his sternum, heart, lungs, and other internal organs were all severely injured.
Even if she doesn't know much about medicine, she still has some understanding of her own physical condition.
She estimated that her body's meridians and blood vessels were likely broken and disordered, and several internal organs were also damaged and bleeding.
Even if the imperial physicians were to treat this kind of injury, there was a high chance they wouldn't be able to save him.
"Yes, fate, luck, and feng shui are the three most important factors. I've noticed that my senior sister has been having bad luck lately and is being targeted by petty people."
"So, I'll draw two talismans to bring my senior sister some good luck."
Li Xin wrote with flowing strokes, cracking jokes as he tried to cheer up his senior sister and ease her gloomy mood.
In my mind, a wisp of faith was drawn out. I looked at the cinnabar at the tip of the pen, which seemed to still hold power, and then another wisp of faith emerged.
A total of 0.2 units of trust converge at the tip of the pen —
The cinnabar faintly revealed a bright silver glow, its shimmering light floating, as thick as mercury.
The pen in my hand seemed to have become heavy.
When wielding the brush, there was an added sense of heaviness and stagnation.
"The 0.2 confidence level has reached the limit of my ability to control this [raw character]."
If you inject more force, you lose control; the pen either explodes or the paper tears.
Under Li Xin's spiritual perception, he could see everything clearly from a psychic perspective.
Upon discovering that the characters they had drawn were scattered and their power was difficult to control.
Therefore, no more faith power was added.
He simply tried to steady his breathing, inhaling and exhaling, his five fingers rising and falling with the flow, and his brushstrokes were as smooth as flowing water.
This time, a complete [character picture] was drawn in ten minutes.
I sensed a power fluctuation within the runes that was twice as strong.
Li Xin nodded in satisfaction.
The vitality emanating from the talisman could even slightly alleviate eye fatigue when one's gaze fell upon it.
"Senior sister, go to sleep if you want, don't force yourself. I'll feed you the medicine when it's ready."
"I'm not sleeping."
This time, Cheng Feiyan seemed rather stubborn.
She just stared blankly at Li Xin's talisman-drawing movements, her eyes soft.
"Fine, if you don't want to sleep, then don't. I wonder if Master will be furious if he finds out about your current situation?"
"No, Father, despite your fiery temper, you are actually very soft-hearted."
I've done a lot of terrible things growing up, but my father has never even hit me with a ruler.
My mother's health was very poor after giving birth. She passed away before I could remember anything, and I don't even know what she looked like.
But in my heart, my father is my mother, and my mother is my father. He is the best person in the world.
Junior brother, if you save me, he won't blame you; on the contrary, he'll be very happy.
"Junior brother."
At this point, Cheng Feiyan perked up slightly and said earnestly, "You're a good junior brother."