Ying Mingcheng didn't take Xiaoxi's reminder to heart at first.

He thought that medicinal bath was just a bath. In the past, he often went to the bathhouse with his grandfather in Shengjing. The wrinkles on his fingertips were swollen from soaking. Then he would get up and lie on the bunk bed, and let the master rub both sides of his body, and all the dust and mud would fall off cleanly. It was such a pleasure.

It was indeed enjoyable at the beginning. Ying Mingcheng lay in the slightly hot medicinal soup and felt comfortable all over. Apart from the strong medicinal smell that was a bit irritating, he didn't feel anything else.

Therefore, he still had the leisure to enlighten Xiao Xi, but the tingling sensation soon emerged. At first, it was only in the thighs, and then the calves, back, and chest began to itch. He couldn't help but scratch it, but found that the tingling came from the gaps between the bones and he couldn't scratch it.

The tingling sensation is not strong, just like an ant crawling lightly, but it is impossible to ignore.

Ying Mingcheng forced himself to listen to Xiao Xi's words and forced himself not to care about the ants on his body, but the itching sensation soon changed, as if the ants had gnawed a hole in his bone, and what came out was not blood, but acid.

The sourness suddenly broke through the tingling, making Ying Mingcheng frown. The pain after the itching seemed less unbearable, but the numbness and soreness soon returned, forcing him to gasp for air and force a smile as he sighed to Xiao Xi who was approaching, "Your medicine is really powerful!"

"Is it starting to hurt?" Mu Huaixi turned around and picked up the notebook. "When did it start to hurt? Did you feel anything else before it hurt? Is it too painful?"

"Just now," Ying Mingcheng continued to speak through his teeth, "Itchy, sore, and painful, but it's okay."

Mu Huaixi blinked, then suddenly smiled. She put down the notebook and stood behind Ying Mingcheng, placing her hands on his shoulders. "This medicinal bath combined with massage will help it absorb better."

"No, no, no," Ying Mingcheng dodged her slightly cold fingers, twisted his body to the other side, and then took a sour breath, "Xiao Xi, it would be great if you could provide this pot of soup to the regiment headquarters."

This medicinal bath is even more exciting than the anti-interrogation training. How could he "enjoy" such torture alone? Ying Mingcheng immediately thought of his good brothers.

Mu Huaixi thought about it and said, "It's not impossible."

The bucket of medicine that Ying Mingcheng is brewing now is a test version for Song Zhengxin to regulate his body and repair his old injuries. Since Ying Mingcheng has quite a few old injuries, she increased the dosage of several of the medicines.

Ying Mingcheng suddenly turned around, approached her and asked, "Will Old Song also make this soup when the time comes? Can I help him? No, I mean, let me help him make it!"

"......", Mu Huaixi pressed down on his arm that was hanging outside the edge of the bucket. There was a round scar like a sunflower there, which was a penetrating wound.

"Put your arms in there too."

Ying Mingcheng really retracted his arm and slid it down a bit to soak his upper arm in the medicinal soup as much as possible. The place where Xiao Xi had just pressed soon became numb. Perhaps it was because her warmth still remained on the scar, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

"Hualala," Mu Huaixi scooped the medicinal soup onto his shoulders and looked at the tense muscles on his back. "I should reduce the dosage for Brother Song. He's too weak to handle it."

"Don't say that," Ying Mingcheng endured the soreness and itchiness that attacked him again. He was determined to let Old Song have a taste of this feeling. "Brother Song has undergone special training. Don't underestimate him. He may be able to resist."

"Besides, if this isn't your first medicinal bath and there's no special effect, Old Song might not be able to see how powerful you are and not actively cooperate with the treatment. Didn't you say that the patient's cooperation is most important?"

"Is that so?"

"Of course, you see, I'm fine, right? Old Song can handle it!"

Seeing that he didn't have any special reaction after soaking in it, Mu Huaixi even suspected that she had added too little. However, she quickly realized that medicinal baths can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and are not torture.

Ying Mingcheng continued to persuade him, "Old Song must also want to see hope before going to the sanatorium. Don't be restrained, just go for it!"

"When Old Song shows improvement, I'll write a report to Captain Wei. You can then use the most effective version and have them try it out. Let's put it this way, so that everyone can try it out. Once you've had enough, you can create a commonly used version and have the regiment purchase it in bulk. Everyone will benefit!"

Mu Huaixi didn't think too much about it. She stood there holding the gourd ladle in a daze. It took her a long time to react, "Are you going to let everyone take a medicinal bath?"

"Well, almost all of my soldiers are injured," Ying Mingcheng rolled his shoulders. "They can get injured during training, marches, and missions, but some get more and some get less. If we can help them have fewer hidden injuries, they'll definitely perform better."

Mu Huaixi had originally thought of providing an abridged version of the recipe to the regiment headquarters after Song Zhengxin had taken the bath. But after hearing Ying Mingcheng's words, it became clear that his plan was better. She had initially worried about the high price of the bath, but Ying Mingcheng wanted everyone to benefit. Clearly, their perspectives were different.

After his advice, Mu Huaixi also felt that she had been thinking the wrong way. Cost price was the regiment's concern. She only needed to provide the best. "The Qingxia Pills I gave you last time have a more effective one. Do you want it?"

"Of course!" Ying Mingcheng hadn't expected such a good thing to happen. He straightened up immediately, but his words were not urging. "But there's no rush. The miasma won't start until the end of spring. The meatballs you gave me last time will be enough before then."

Mu Huaixi nodded, "There's no rush, we still need two more herbs."

As the saying goes, where there are poisonous snakes, there is an antidote within seven steps. The mountains can produce miasma, but they can also produce many precious medicinal herbs, such as the Yugu Suibu used to treat Song Zhengxin. She was very much looking forward to it.

Ying Mingcheng had already gotten used to the numbness, itching, and soreness brought on by the medicinal soup. He leaned back against the iron bucket, relaxed, and suddenly asked Mu Huaixi, "If Hu Xiaofeng comes back and needs your medical treatment, would you be willing?"

"Of course," Mu Huaixi didn't know why he asked this, but if Wang Xiaoshui couldn't achieve the ideal effect after treatment outside, she would try to treat Xiaofeng.

The child is not wrong.

But she felt that Ying Mingcheng's hypothesis would not happen. There were too many doctors who were better than her and worthy of her learning. She was just a beginner on the long medical journey.

Mu Huaixi felt that her disadvantage was that she was too young. If she were an old doctor with gray hair now, Wang Xiaoshui would definitely not look down on her like this. She would probably have brought the child to her for treatment long ago.