Chapter 124: Sorting Meridians
After finishing dinner, Qin Feng did not immediately go to find Ya’an. Instead, he went to the Lakeside Pavilion.
Inside the pavilion, two graceful figures, one in white and one in blue, were present.
He stepped forward and explained what he was going to do next.
“Tonight,” Lan Ningshuang’s expression showed concern. She glanced at the lady beside her, who remained composed.
“Do you need to observe from the side?” Qin Feng asked; this was the reason he came here.
Liu Jianli looked at Qin Feng and shook her head slightly.
“Miss, I think…” Lan Ningshuang hesitated.
“Go ahead,” Liu Jianli didn’t say much.
Qin Feng glanced at Liu Jianli and, with Lan Ningshuang, headed towards the guest room where Ya’an was staying.
In the Lakeside Pavilion, Liu Jianli looked up at the sky. There were no clouds today, and the moonlight was bright.
“I believe in you,” a faint voice emerged from the pavilion, blending into the night.
In the guest room, Ya’an and the others were already prepared.
Wang Xu and Mo Lintian paced back and forth in the room, their worry evident on their faces.
Other servants and maids who had returned also stood outside the guest room, eagerly looking on.
They hoped that Physician Qin would come early to heal their young master’s injuries.
But at the same time, they were afraid that in the end, their efforts would be in vain, making their emotions complex.
Ya’an sat calmly at the table, holding a tea cup in her left hand, gently swaying it.
Tea leaves floated in the cup, moving up and down with the swaying, much like her current state of mind.
“Young Master, he… he’s here!” a maid exclaimed excitedly.
Everyone turned to look.
Outside the door, Qin Feng and Lan Ningshuang walked towards them.
“Physician Qin.”
“Young Master Qin.”
Wang Xu and the others hurriedly greeted him.
Ya’an looked towards the entrance, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.
Qin Feng wasted no time and went straight to the point, “The twenty-three medicinal ingredients?”
Ya’an glanced at Wang Xu, who waved his right hand. The twenty-three medicinal ingredients were neatly arranged on the ground, emitting a captivating herbal fragrance.
Just by their appearance, it was evident that they were of extraordinary quality.
Qin Feng swept his eyes over the herbs on the ground. Then, he took out a delicate medicine jar from his storage ring, a gift he had obtained from Physician Song for future needs.
Ordering the servants to set up a fire outside, Qin Feng intended to personally brew the medicinal ingredients.
After all, the ingredients for this meridian repairing potion were extremely rare and precious.
If there were any mistakes in the process of brewing, it would ruin all the ingredients, so there was no room for any error.
“Give me some space.” Qin Feng exhaled lightly, instructing everyone to step back.
The water in the medicine pot had not yet boiled. He lightly touched the outer wall of the pot with his fingers and it instantly split.
After confirming the temperature of the fire, Qin Feng looked at the various medicinal herbs on the ground and found one. He threw it into the pot.
As time passed, Qin Feng would throw in medicinal herbs at intervals.
Sometimes a strong fire boiled, and sometimes a small fire simmered.
In the end, Qin Feng even took out ice from the Spatial Ring and threw it into the pot.
The fusion of hot water and cold ice was originally a taboo in the process of brewing medicine.
However, at the moment when the ice melted, an astonishing medicinal fragrance filled the air. The potion, under the amazed gaze of everyone, turned into a dazzling golden color, emitting white steam.
“It’s done.” Qin Feng wiped off the sweat from his forehead, relieved.
He hadn’t expected that just the step of brewing the medicinal soup would take nearly two hours.
When people saw the medicine successfully completed, their originally anxious hearts were slightly relieved.
In everyone’s mind, a thought arose: perhaps this person could really cure the young master!
But only Ya’an, who had some prior knowledge, understood that brewing the potion to repair the meridians was just the simplest part.
Qin Feng also understood that the real challenge was to separate and then connect the entangled meridians one by one.
This not only tested the physician’s understanding of the human body but also required great patience.
Moreover, he had no experience, only the theory given in the “Celestian Inner Canon.”
However, theory and practice were not the same.
It was like a young man trying to find the only correct way out in complete darkness; being nervous wouldn’t work. He had to calm down and explore slowly.
Fortunately, he had a pair of peculiar pupils, equivalent to searching with the lights on.
Qin Feng shamelessly thought so.
After packing up the medicinal liquid, Qin Feng sat down opposite Ya’an.
The latter saw it, using the left hand to place the right arm on the table, rolling up the sleeve, revealing a smooth and fair forearm like a lotus root.
“Men don’t have such slender and clean arms; your attempt at cross-dressing as a man is too unsuccessful,” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, silently commenting to himself.
“I’m ready,” Ya’an said calmly, but her body instinctively trembled slightly.
No matter how composed and calm one appears on the surface, nervousness is inevitable.
“Don’t worry, everyone has a first time, just relax a bit,” Qin Feng reassured.
“I’m not worried,” Ya’an frowned, still maintaining a tough facade.
“I wasn’t talking to you; I was hinting to myself. Qin Feng, don’t be nervous, you can do it!” He glanced at the other person, patted his own cheek, and took a few deep breaths.
“You!” Ya’an was momentarily speechless, but being teased like this actually eased her nervous tension.
This was precisely the result Qin Feng hoped to see.
“I’m going to start. When I manipulate the meridians, remember not to move randomly, or all my efforts will be in vain,” he said, his expression serious.
“Okay,” Ya’an took a deep breath and responded softly.
Qin Feng nodded, and the tips of his right fingers converged into a thin white needle, finer than a strand of hair.
He activated his special ability, gazing at the complex and tangled meridians on Ya’an’s right arm, a sight that made one’s scalp tingle.
Thank goodness I’m not obsessive-compulsive disorder; otherwise, I couldn’t stand this scene. Qin Feng commented to himself, then pierced the white needle through Ya’an’s smooth skin and into her arm.
Everyone present held their breath, afraid that any movement would disturb Dr. Qin’s treatment.
Not far away, Lan Ningshuang also focused her gaze, not daring to blink. The success of this treatment was crucial to her mistress’s condition.
How could she not be nervous?
“I didn’t expect that just the meridians on one arm would have so many, unraveling each one must require a lot of effort,” Qin Feng carefully manipulated the meridians, restoring each disconnected one.
Due to his intense concentration, everything around him seemed to disappear.
Time passed second by second. Initially, the onlookers were just tense.
But after a long time, their expressions changed to confusion. After Qin Feng inserted the white needle into Ya’an’s right arm, he stopped moving. Apart from the slight movement of his right index finger, he seemed to be in a trance, like a stone carving.
At the table, Ya’an stared at the man in front of her, lost in thought.
Others didn’t know what Qin Feng was doing, but she, having read the ‘Celestial Inner Canon,’ understood clearly.
“He’s using the white needle to carefully untangle the complex meridians for me.”
As someone who followed the path of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, she understood how exhausting it was to concentrate for an extended period.
Watching his serious and focused expression, Ya’an couldn’t help but feel moved: “Regardless of whether the treatment is successful or not, I owe him a favor again.”
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