I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 635: Chapter 491: Qin Ping’an

Time flows, and days and nights alternate.

The bustling atmosphere in the market still steams.

In just a few days, neighbors noticed that the old herbal shop, idle for months and neglected, was quietly rejuvenated.

The vermillion wooden doors reopened, the faint scent of herbs mixed with the morning dew wafting around the street corner, touching the heart.

Inside, the proprietors are a pair of young spouses.

The man wears a blue robe, with gentle brows and eyes, focused and attentive when taking pulses and diagnosing.

The woman, clad in a goose-yellow gown, with lively eyes and swift movements, efficiently grabbing and dividing herbs.

The husband sings and the wife follows, their gestures brimming with a harmony unattainable by others.

As if they’ve been married for decades, bringing a fresh warmth to the old herb shop.

Creak—

The morning sunlight just climbed over the shop’s windowsill as the wooden door was gently pushed open.

An elderly woman, with hair dyed by frost, leaning on a bamboo cane, shuffled in.

She wore coarse cloth garments, with cuffs meticulously patched, coughed a few times, a touch of illness in her brows:

"Young man, this old lady has been coughing lately, feeling tight in the chest, and can’t sleep well at night, I’d like you to take a look."

The old lady’s voice was slightly hoarse, as she slowly walked to the examination table and sat down, placing her cane at the table corner:

"You seem like an agreeable young man."

Chen Sheng reached out to support the old lady’s arm, with a gentle touch and warm tone:

"Madam, please have a seat, relax, let me take your pulse first."

He gestured to the old lady to place her wrist on the blue cloth-covered examination table, lightly covering it with his fingertips.

A thread of barely noticeable Qi flowed through his fingertips into her body, traversing her meridians to detect the ailment, a hundred times more precise than ordinary methods.

He lowered his eyes in concentration, slightly furrowing his brows, and soon understood:

"Madam, it’s wind-cold entering the lungs, transforming into dryness, plus your age and insufficient Primordial Qi, hence the persistent cough and sleepless nights."

"That’s right!"

"Exactly like this, I caught a little cold recently and haven’t gotten better. I tried some home remedies but they didn’t help."

Chen Sheng smiled faintly, withdrew his hand, and then observed the old lady’s complexion and tongue coating, carefully inquiring about her diet and living habits before picking up a wolf hair brush to confidently write on a prescription slip.

The combination of a few common herbs, seemingly simple, subtly conforms to the fundamental principles of herbology.

Huang Wangyou didn’t need Chen Sheng to utter more words, she had already risen to the herbal cabinet, lifting the cabinet curtain with her hands.

The drawers inside the herbal cabinet were neatly arranged, each labeled.

She glanced at the prescription slip and quickly memorized the herbs and quantities, her fingers deftly opening and closing the drawers.

Click—

Herbs were fetched, weighed, and divided in one smooth motion, accurately without flaw.

Chen Sheng completed the prescription, glanced up to see Huang Wangyou stretching to retrieve herbs from the upper drawers, a strand of hair falling beside her cheeks.

He instinctively stood up, gently tucking her stray hair behind her ear, a natural gesture.

Huang Wangyou turned back with a smile, her eyes tender and filled with warmth, understanding his intention without words, handing over a measured herb for him to verify.

"When brewing these herbs, soak them with warm water for half an hour, boil vigorously then turn to low heat for simmering, take one dose daily, twice, in the morning and evening while avoiding cold and spicy food."

Chen Sheng took the herbs, carefully verifying them before handing them to the old lady, carefully instructing the brewing process:

"Additionally, get some sun exposure daily, drink warm water, and after a few days of proper care, you will recover."

Huang Wangyou fetched plain paper, meticulously wrapped the herbs, bundled them neatly, handed them to the old lady with a gentle tone:

"Madam, the herbs are wrapped, hold onto them. If you have any confusion in brewing, feel free to come and ask us."

The old lady watched them throughout, observing their harmonious interaction, a smile reaching her eyes and eyebrows, filled with comfort, unable to resist praising them:

"What a loving couple! The young man’s medical skill is thorough, the girl is nimble, and they are so considerate, truly rare."

Warmth filled Chen Sheng’s heart, a deeper smile in his eyes:

"Madam, you flatter us, it’s our duty."

Huang Wangyou also nodded with a smile, reaching to help the old lady:

"Madam, take care, remember to take your medicine on time, wishing you a speedy recovery."

The old lady held the cane, taking the herbs, turning back every few steps, her face full of smiles, constantly muttering ’good couple’ and ’blessed’, slowly walking out of the shop.

Chen Sheng watched the old lady’s back, then turned to Huang Wangyou, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Huang Wangyou walked to his side, gently holding his hand, softly saying:

"Brother Yun, these days, are wonderful, neither of us needs to cultivate."

Chen Sheng, hearing this, chuckled silently.

In past years, he used to pressure his beloved wife into cultivation, seeking ways to be lazy, he instinctively wanted to tease her.

Yet Huang Wangyou continued:

"Back then, you were a cultivation fanatic, always in retreat, now, you can always be with me."

Chen Sheng paused, squeezing her hand tightly, replying with a gentle laugh:

"Indeed, it’s wonderful!"

Huang Wangyou suddenly spoke: "Brother Yun, I miss father, and Chen’Er, Jing’Er, Yuan’Er..."

Chen Sheng, hearing her, gently nodded: "They will appear."

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Time slips by like a white horse’s fleeting glance, twenty years have passed in a flash.

Nanzhou Ancient City, the old locust tree on the west side of the town grows more lush, its shade like a canopy, casting a cool shadow over half the street.

The herbal shop is no longer the old little place it once was.

With blue bricks and black tiles, renowned within hundreds of miles, countless seekers of medical advice come and go.

Chen Sheng has already risen among the esteemed physicians of the Celestial Abyss Realm, not only skilled but also respected by the people for his kindness and integrity.