northernbook Chapter 350
Chapter 350
Time ticked by, and the valley remained silent except for the occasional rustle of the wind and the hushed whispers of the three. After much contemplation, they finally found the key to solving the puzzle in their minds. Ye Jiuchen stood up and slowly revealed the answer. The old man listened quietly, his expression gradually shifting from calm to satisfaction.
After hearing the answer, the old man finally smiled with satisfaction. He nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad, you do indeed have profound medical knowledge." With that, the old man waved his hand, and the herbs that had previously appeared in the light and shadow instantly appeared in front of the three of them.
The three looked at the precious herbs before them, their eyes filled with gratitude. They bowed deeply to the old man again to express their heartfelt thanks. Then, the three carefully put away the herbs, and with hope in their hearts, they turned and walked out of the valley. Their figures gradually disappeared into the mist, while the mysterious flute music from the valley seemed to still linger in their ears.
They hadn't gone far out of the valley when Ye Jiuchen, Su Yao, and Mo Feng stumbled upon a heart-wrenching scene. A group of ragged villagers lay scattered by the roadside, their faces etched with pain and helplessness. Some gritted their teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from their wounds; others groaned softly, their voices filled with utter despair. The surrounding air seemed to be shrouded in this sorrow and despair, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Seeing this scene, Ye Jiuchen and the others were filled with pity. Without hesitation, they immediately stopped. Ye Jiuchen said solemnly, "We can't just stand by and watch them suffer. We must find a way to save them quickly." Su Yao and Mo Feng nodded vigorously, their eyes filled with determination.
They quickly took out the precious herbs they had painstakingly obtained in the valley from their packs, and at the same time, they used whatever they could find nearby. Mo Feng, with his sharp eyes, spotted a few flat stones in the bushes not far away and quickly picked them up to use as makeshift medicine-making tools.
Ye Jiuchen rolled up his sleeves, his gaze focused and steady, his hands moving like nimble butterflies as he began processing the herbs. He skillfully selected and categorized the herbs, then placed those requiring crushing on a stone, using deft touch to grind them into a fine powder. His movements were fluid and natural, clearly demonstrating his extensive experience. Su Yao and Mo Feng assisted, carefully examining the injured person's wounds, meticulously washing away the dirt and blood around them with clean water, their movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting the injured person.
With the three working closely together, the medicine was ready in no time. Their eyes were full of concern as they carefully applied the medicine to the wounds of the injured. For some patients with severe injuries that could not be treated externally, they patiently mixed the powder with warm water and fed it to them spoonful by spoonful.
A miraculous thing happened: the medicine took effect immediately upon contact with the wound or its entry into the patient's body. The wounds, which had been bleeding profusely, began to stop bleeding rapidly, and the swelling subsided at a visible pace. The pain on the patients' faces gradually faded, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude for surviving such an ordeal.
Seeing their injuries improve, the villagers were overjoyed. They struggled to their feet, then knelt down with a thud, shouting, "Thank you so much, doctor! If it weren't for you, we would all be dead!"
Upon seeing this, Ye Jiuchen and his companions quickly stepped forward and helped the villager up. Ye Jiuchen said softly, "Please get up, everyone. Healing the sick and saving lives is our duty."
After continuing their journey, the three remained deeply moved. Ye Jiuchen broke the silence first, saying with emotion, "Seeing these villagers today, I deeply realize how many people in the world need help. It would be a real pity if we couldn't make good use of our medical skills and knowledge of these precious herbs."
Su Yao's eyes lit up, and she chimed in, "I think we can find a place to open a clinic, so we can help more people." Mo Feng nodded in agreement. The three of them discussed in detail the location, scale, and future plans for the clinic.
After a long journey, they finally arrived at a bustling town. The town was teeming with people and full of life. The three of them found a spacious and bright house in the town center and rented it without hesitation. They personally did some simple furnishing and cleaning, and then a sign with the four large characters "Jishi Medical Clinic" was hung high at the entrance of the clinic.
News of the clinic's opening spread like wildfire. Patients from all over, suffering from illness, flocked to the clinic upon hearing that three highly skilled doctors had arrived in the town. From ordinary people in nearby villages to dignitaries from afar, everyone entered the clinic carrying the hope of survival.
Facing each patient, Ye Jiuchen and his two companions always maintained patience and focus. With their superb medical skills, they carefully diagnosed the illnesses and, combined with special herbs obtained from the valley, prescribed the most effective remedies. Whether it was a common cold or a dreaded intractable disease, all could be effectively treated under their miraculous healing hands.
Gradually, more and more patients were cured at the clinic. This originally unremarkable town became a renowned place for medical treatment because of these three miracle doctors and their clinic. Ye Jiuchen, Su Yao, and Mo Feng were also praised by the people as living miracle doctors, and their stories were passed down by word of mouth, becoming legends of relieving suffering in people's hearts.
However, as the clinic's reputation grew, so did the troubles. One day, a young man dressed in splendid attire stormed into the clinic with a group of servants. It turned out his master was seriously ill, and many famous doctors had been consulted without success. Hearing of a miracle doctor here, he had sent for Ye Jiuchen and his companions to treat him. If the doctor couldn't cure him, he threatened to smash up the clinic.
Ye Jiuchen frowned slightly, but remained unfazed by the threat. He packed his medicine chest and followed. Upon arriving at the residence, he saw an elderly man with a sallow complexion lying on the bed. Ye Jiuchen carefully took his pulse, and after a moment, he had a diagnosis. He took out several herbs from his medicine chest, ground them together, and made them into pills, which he fed to the old man. Everyone waited anxiously. Soon after, the old man coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.
The young master was overjoyed and hurriedly apologized, presenting a generous gift. After this incident, the clinic's reputation spread far and wide. However, Ye Jiuchen knew that many more ailments awaited their conquest. So, while practicing medicine and saving lives, they also studied medical techniques, constantly collecting rare herbs from various regions, determined to make the clinic a beacon of hope for the sick forever.