northernbook Chapter 352
Chapter 352
Immediately afterward, the old man approached Ye Jingchu and gently applied ointment to the wound on Ye Jingchu's severed arm. Although the wound had begun to heal, it was still a gruesome sight. The moment the ointment touched the wound, Ye Jingchu felt a cool sensation, which quickly turned warm. After applying the ointment, the old man picked up a set of silver needles. The needles gleamed coldly in the candlelight, and the old man's eyes instantly became focused and sharp. He located the acupoints on Ye Jingchu's body and inserted the needles with precise and steady movements. Each insertion of the silver needles seemed to be a dialogue with the body's meridians.
As the old man methodically performed his procedure, Ye Jingchu clearly felt the warmth emanating from the wound intensify. His arm, which had been numb and devoid of feeling, seemed to awaken after a long slumber, gradually regaining sensation. This wondrous feeling filled Ye Jingchu with both surprise and delight, prompting him to exclaim, "Senior's medical skills are truly superb! I have never seen such an exquisite treatment before; this is simply divine skill!"
The old man smiled, his wrinkles conveying a gentle warmth: "Your medical skills are quite good, and I can see your sincere dedication to medicine. As long as you practice diligently and continue to study, you will surely achieve great things in the future. For now, stay in the cave and rest and recover. I have all the necessary medicinal herbs and can look after you whenever you need me." Ye Jingchu was deeply moved and nodded vigorously.
During their subsequent days of recuperation in the cave, each day was fulfilling and meaningful. At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the cave, the old man would guide Ye Jingchu in identifying various herbs. The surrounding forests were like a natural pharmacy, and the old man would explain in detail the characteristics, effects, and growing conditions of each herb. In the afternoon, the old man would impart to Ye Jingchu some long-lost medical texts, covering everything from unique diagnostic methods to exquisite treatment techniques. At night, by candlelight, the two would discuss medical challenges and analyze past cases.
Weeks passed quickly, and under the old man's meticulous care and guidance, Ye Jingchu's injuries had fully healed. The sun shone brightly that day, the perfect time to descend the mountain. Ye Jingchu packed his belongings, approached the old man, and bowed deeply: "Master, I am deeply grateful for your teachings and care, which has enabled my recovery and growth. Today I will descend the mountain, and I will certainly follow your teachings to carry forward your medical skills." The old man looked at him with satisfaction and patted his shoulder: "Go, remember, a doctor's heart is benevolent; use your knowledge to benefit the world."
Armed with the medical skills he learned from the old man, Ye Jingchu re-entered the martial world. He opened a clinic in a bustling town, naming it "Ji Ren Tang." The clinic was small but clean and tidy, its medicine cabinets filled with various herbs. He provided free medical care to the poor, and for those who couldn't afford medicine, he would give them herbs for free. Whether it was a difficult or complicated illness or a common ailment, Ye Jingchu treated everyone with dedication. Gradually, his reputation grew, and word spread that Ye Jingchu, the former young prince of the Night King's Palace, was now known once again as a divine physician. His miraculous healing stories and his benevolent treatment of patients became popular topics of conversation, and his legendary medical skills were passed down through the ages.
On an ordinary day, the streets were bustling with activity, a cacophony of shouts and laughter. Suddenly, the door of the clinic creaked open, letting in a gentle breeze carrying the market's noise. A man in a magnificent brocade robe stepped inside. The robe was embroidered with intricate patterns, gold and silver threads shimmering in the sunlight, clearly indicating his high status. However, his face was ashen, devoid of color, each step agonizingly difficult, his breath barely audible, as if a mere gust of wind could topple him.
Upon seeing the patient, Ye Jingchu immediately put down his medical book and rushed forward to help him to the bed. His expression was grave as he began to carefully examine the patient. After a thorough examination, Ye Jingchu's brow furrowed, his face filled with worry. Through his diagnosis, he discovered that the person was suffering from an extremely rare form of poisonous insect called Gu. This Gu worm was extremely cunning and vicious, parasitizing the patient's body and silently eroding his life force. As time passed, the patient's life would be like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Ye Jingchu fell into deep thought, his mind racing as he recalled everything he had learned from his master in the cave. Suddenly, his eyes lit up; he remembered a method of detoxification that might save the patient's life. However, this method required finding three extremely rare and difficult-to-obtain spiritual herbs. One of these herbs grew on steep, precipitous cliffs shrouded in perpetual mist, surrounded by sharp rocks and rushing ravines; another was hidden deep within a mysterious, secluded primeval forest teeming with ferocious beasts, filled with unknown dangers and deadly miasma; and the third grew in dark, damp swamps teeming with strange poisons, where a single misstep could lead to certain death.
However, faced with such immense difficulties, Ye Jingchu did not flinch in the slightest. He deeply understood the duty of a healer; human lives were at stake, and he could not afford to hesitate even for a moment. The next morning, as dawn broke, he quickly packed his bags, took the necessary tools and medicines, and resolutely embarked on the arduous journey to find the miraculous herb.
He first arrived at the towering cliff. Gazing at the steep face, Ye Jingchu took a deep breath, tightened the rope around him, and began to climb cautiously. The rocks on the cliff were loose, and loose stones tumbled down from time to time. His hands were cut by the sharp rocks, and blood flowed freely, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, his eyes fixed on the top, searching for the trace of the spiritual herb. After several hours of arduous climbing, in a narrow crevice, he finally found the spiritual herb he had been dreaming of; its leaves swayed gently in the wind, as if beckoning to him.
Then, he rushed into the primeval forest without stopping. The forest was dark and damp, the trees were so dense they blocked out the sun, and the fallen leaves piled up like mountains, emitting a foul stench. The roars of ferocious beasts echoed frequently, filling him with dread. Ye Jingchu, long knife in hand, cautiously observed his surroundings, moving forward with extreme care. During his search, he encountered attacks from wild beasts many times, but with his agility and unwavering will, he escaped danger time and again. Finally, deep within the forest, he found the second spiritual herb.
Finally, he arrived at the perilous swamp. The swamp appeared calm on the surface, but danger lurked beneath. Every step had to be taken with extreme caution to avoid sinking into the mud. Mosquitoes swarmed in the swamp, biting him until he was covered in itchy welts. But he remained unmoved, his gaze fixed intently on the search. After a long and arduous search, he finally found the third type of spiritual herb.