Chapter 1468: Spring Warmth in the Medical World, a Container [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Auspicious clouds and mist rise and fall in a magnificent display.

Miao Ne was almost stunned.

"Auspicious... auspicious omen? Who brought this auspicious omen?"

During her studies at the academy, she had heard her teacher say that auspicious omens were not particularly rare; a person might witness one once in their lifetime if they were exceptionally lucky. It was said that their lord had summoned auspicious omens from heaven several times, each time with greater fervor than the last. Even the teacher had been blessed by them, bathed in their auspicious glow. This glow was a super tonic for scholars; perhaps it could even elevate their literary talent.

Even without improvement, it can broaden the meridians and sea of ​​consciousness.

One bath can be equivalent to more than half a year of arduous practice.

This was just someone who benefited from the auspicious omen without doing anything. As the owner who triggered it, the benefits were even greater, with one even experiencing enlightenment and leaping from obscurity to the ranks of top geniuses, making their strength not to be underestimated. Miao Ne looked up at the auspicious omen, her eyes filled with envy.

"Your Excellency, is it too late for us to get there now?"

Auspicious omens can last for varying lengths; if you manage to catch a glimpse of their glow before they dissipate, you've struck gold. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she saw more and more figures flying across the sky above Fengluo City. Scholars and warriors alike displayed their unique abilities, all with the same goal.

Everyone's thinking the same thing.

"The auspicious omen is heading towards the temporary medical station." Ning Yan's voice trembled with excitement as she said, "It's an auspicious omen! May God bless Kangguo!"

What can be considered auspicious?

In layman's terms, it means what God likes and approves of.

He was pleased and thus bestowed upon the auspicious omen as recognition.

There are many kinds of auspicious omens, and with Ning Yan's experience, she couldn't distinguish the types of auspicious omens above the temporary medical station in a short time.

Ning Yan told Miao Ne to follow, and they headed straight for the temporary medical station.

When they arrived, hundreds of people were either standing on the rooftops or hovering in the air, almost surrounding the temporary medical station. More people were still rushing over. All of them were blocked by the defenses set up by the temporary medical station. A group of elite soldiers from the Four Guards Prefecture, clad in heavy armor, shouted loudly: "This is a strategic location of the nation. Unauthorized personnel will be killed if they cross the line!"

Just kidding, those downstairs are all patients.

If these people run in and get scratched, spreading their illness elsewhere, the sky will fall for the soldiers on duty today.

Everyone had come for the auspicious omens, but since they couldn't get close to the person who had triggered them, they could still benefit from staying on the periphery. Each person wisely avoided conflict with the Four Directions Palace. Some sat in meditation, others focused their minds, carefully sensing the benefits brought by the auspicious glow.

A sliver of light appears in the sky, and a crane carries a pearl in its beak.

The sky was bathed in rosy light, and auspicious clouds filled the air.

"Is this the kind of spectacle one sees when immortals descend to earth or mortals ascend to immortality?" Miao Ne sniffed, faintly detecting a very faint scent. He sniffed around, then raised his sleeve to identify it. "Has Your Excellency smelled a medicinal fragrance? It seems to be coming from the temporary medical station?"

The temporary medical center has been taking in too many patients lately, and the stoves for decocting medicinal herbs have been running non-stop all day long, so it's normal for the air to be filled with the smell of medicine. However, the two smells are completely different. The usual smell of medicine always had a bitter aftertaste, but today's smell has a hint of sweetness.

It has a subtle fruity and floral scent, which smells very pleasant.

At first, Miao Ne thought it was her imagination.

But soon others also smelled it.

She overheard others discussing the matter.

What's this smell?

"It wasn't there just now..."

"Auspicious omens can also have a fragrance?"

"It smells wonderful, even better than the finest perfume."

Those with good health didn't feel much difference, but those with hidden injuries or ailments immediately noticed the effects of the medicinal fragrance—the aroma was so enticing that it seemed to cure all ailments. Several people with old, battlefield wounds, whose persistent, dull pain emanated from their bones, found their pain gone.

These people incredulously focused their minds and looked inward.

Not to mention hidden injuries, even the blockages in the meridians were cleared.

The other scholars and warriors who rushed over stopped halfway. They discovered that the auspicious aura was still expanding, and they could benefit from it even without rushing over: "Wait, what did the person who triggered the auspicious aura do? It doesn't seem like the auspicious aura is going to stop expanding."

Isn't that right?

However, in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, it had already covered most of the capital.

Fearing rumors of plague, the common people in the city hid in their homes, afraid to venture out. But as the commotion outside grew louder, they finally couldn't contain their curiosity and peeked out. Looking up, they saw countless cranes soaring through the sky, with illusory images of dragons and phoenixes circling overhead.

"miracle?"

Ordinary people who were unaware of the auspicious omen all knelt down.

"It's a divine intervention!"

Some people who know a little bit make wishes upon the auspicious light and shadow.

The medicinal aroma that filled the air miraculously soothed the people's fear of the plague. In every household where someone was sick, children supported their parents, and mothers cradled their young children, prostrating themselves in devout prayer, hoping for divine mercy. They hoped for a miracle, for a response from heaven.

"Waaaaaahh ...

The baby in the young woman's arms cried loudly.

The woman froze, looking down at herself in disbelief.

"My child's mother, my child's mother, look at our child..." The man kneeling to one side wept with joy, equally unable to believe it.

Their baby was only two months old. The baby was born in an unfavorable position, having been in the womb for an extended period. If a doctor hadn't been called in time to deliver the baby via cesarean section, both mother and child would have perished. At birth, the amniotic fluid was cloudy, and the baby was not healthy, experiencing fevers three or four times in the past two months. Each time, a doctor was called in to help, averting a crisis. However, the doctor has been missing for the past month.

The husband went to the clinic but couldn't get anyone to come.

The child had been burning with fever for three or four days, so much so that he was on the verge of death, his cries barely audible. The couple knew he was unlikely to survive, and could only grieve and accompany their child on his final journey. Just as they were accepting this cruel reality, a dramatic turn of events occurred.

The child's skin gradually returned to a healthy, pinkish color.

Her dull eyes now shone with a lively and clear light.

Aside from being a little thin, he was incredibly clever. The couple couldn't believe their eyes; when they touched the back of their hands, the child's face and forehead were no longer burning hot. The woman burst into tears, crying, "Thank God! Heaven has opened its eyes!"

The baby in her arms nestled gently against her skin.

I haven't eaten in a long time, and I'm really hungry.

The couple rushed back inside, but as soon as they entered, they heard a commotion of crying and laughter coming from next door. The husband went out to inquire, and returned looking bewildered. The woman asked what was wrong, and her husband, his hand trembling, gripped hers: "The idiot next door is calling for his mother! The lame man on the street can suddenly walk normally! And the idiot woman two generations over has run out like a madwoman, saying she's going to report this to the authorities..."

"Report to the authorities?"

"That woman said she was kidnapped by a human trafficker."

The woman was speechless.

She knew the mentally challenged woman in that family; she looked dazed and confused, and a few years ago she was quite unkempt. The neighbors complained about her several times before the family reluctantly cleaned her up. Now, the woman was no longer mentally challenged. She single-handedly broke free from the attempts of three or four adults to stop her, running half-naked into the street, and no one could stop her.

"You can know a person's face but not their heart; beasts will get their comeuppance."

The woman sighed for the madwoman.

The husband went out again to inquire, and heard even more.

One family member was cured, another was no longer weak or aching, and the elderly who were paralyzed at home were getting out of bed as if they had a sudden burst of energy. The husband murmured, "These days, there are rumors of an epidemic everywhere, which scared me so much that I couldn't sleep all night. Now it seems that it's all fake news. I don't know which heartless person spread these false rumors."

If there were a real plague, how could there be such auspicious omens and miracles?

Where the rosy glow passes, all illnesses disappear.

Medical miracles, both large and small, are unfolding throughout the city.

The scholars and warriors near the temporary medical station were somewhat frustrated.

They all had one question in their minds—

What kind of auspicious omen is this?

The scholar who had first entered a meditative state awoke and looked up repeatedly to confirm its authenticity: "Strange, why is this rosy light having no effect?"

The scene of a surge in literary and martial spirit did not occur.

The Dan Mansion was completely quiet.

If the auspicious omen is false, then the medicinal fragrance that everyone smelled did indeed soothe their long-standing ailments. If the auspicious omen is real, then there was no progress in cultivating while bathing in the rosy light. It was truly bizarre! Ning Yan, however, saw through something: "It is an auspicious omen unique to healers."

Auspicious omens are especially meant for physicians.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was elsewhere, Ning Yan led Miao Ne through the barriers set up by the Four Commanders' Office. The medicinal fragrance inside the barriers was more than ten times stronger than outside, and the surrounding天地气 (heaven and earth energy) was almost so dense that it condensed into mist. Without hesitation, the two headed straight for the ward.

The first ward, with its hundred beds, was quiet.

Ning Yan's usual screams vanished without a trace.

On the hospital bed, the patient, bound to the bed with martial energy chains, peacefully closed his eyes, his breathing gradually increasing in strength. Ning Yan wasn't afraid of the patient suddenly struggling and biting—their mouths were covered with specially made half-iron masks, and they were fed entirely through a feeding tube formed from martial energy—Ning Yan pressed her hand against the patient's left chest cavity, and the heartbeat beneath her palm gradually increased. From the initial weakness, it gradually grew stronger.

Miao Ne said, "The bluish color on your skin has faded."

The process was slow, but it was truly happening. Ning Yan glanced at each bed; the patients' recovery speed varied, but everyone was improving. Dong Xingdao's method was working!

Miao Ne asked curiously, "Why are there no doctors from the medical community in the ward?"

Each ward used to have a physician on duty, but now, let alone physicians, we haven't even seen any ordinary doctors.

Only a group of "caregivers" from the Four Prefectures remained.

The temporary medical ward has an overall layout resembling the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) shape.

The "Open," "Rest," and "Life" gates were used to house the major wards; the "Death," "Fright," and "Injury" gates were where the physicians of the Medical Bureau prepared medicines and were on duty; the remaining two gates, "Du" and "Jing," were where the troops of the Four Garrisons were stationed. Ning Yan was very familiar with the layout here, and it didn't take her long to find the core of today's auspicious event—the physicians of the Medical Bureau!

All the doctors who disappeared from the ward are here.

"So many apricot trees..."

The moment you step into the core area, the scene changes abruptly—as far as the eye can see, countless apricot blossoms flutter in the air, forming a lush forest.

Miao Ne raised her hand to catch the petals brought by the wind.

White, pink, and pale red petals fluttered through her palm. She then realized that what she saw was all an illusion, and reached out to touch the nearest apricot tree, but to no avail. Miao Ne said, "Your Excellency, is this also part of an auspicious omen?"

Ning Yan said, "Spring warmth fills the medical grove."

Miao Ne was puzzled.

"Keep up."

The area wasn't very large, yet the two had wandered deep into the apricot grove for an unknown amount of time without seeing its end. Just as Miao Ne's patience was about to run out, she finally heard a few indistinct murmurs carried by the wind. Following the sound, she saw a giant apricot tree in the center of the grove, almost reaching the sky. A person standing under the tree looked like an ant at her feet. At the foot of the apricot tree, petals were scattered everywhere.

Hundreds of doctors sat casually at the foot of the tree.

In the void, there seemed to be a faint sound.

It sounds like it was uttered by one person, or like it was recited by countless people.

Miao Ne, despite his focused concentration, could not hear clearly and could only vaguely make out a few words. From these scattered words, he could barely piece together which classic text it came from: "When a great physician treats illness, he must first calm his mind and focus his will, be free from desires and wants, first develop a great compassionate heart, and vow to universally relieve the suffering of all living beings... Your Excellency, this is the 'Great Physician's Sincerity'?"

She remembered that this passage was engraved on a stone tablet at the entrance of the medical center.

A doctor should first cultivate his mind and self before treating illnesses and saving lives.

According to the regulations of the Medical Department, every doctor entering the department must first pay homage to this stone tablet and memorize its contents thoroughly. Not only must they remember it, but they must also put it into practice when practicing medicine. Anyone who violates this rule will be removed from the medical profession by the Medical Department.

Miao Ne confirmed with Qi Miao that it was indeed true.

At the very center, Dong Dao and fourteen other physicians kept their eyes closed. Occasionally, specks of starlight would merge into their bodies.

Miao Ne thought these were also auspicious omens.

Ning Yan made a startling statement: "Stay away from those things."

"Your Excellency, these are..."

"It is the source of this plague."

Miao Ne nearly gasped: "The source of the disease? That—"

No, all these points of light are heading towards the doctor!

Miao Ne knew all too well the terrifying state patients faced when they had an attack. What if these doctors were to become like that? Who would save them? She also knew how much the Lord valued the entire medical department. If the Lord returned from his campaign to find the medical department completely wiped out, then all would be lost.

Ning Yan said, "Previously, Dong Ling asked me for something."

Dong Dao wanted the broken glass pipe—under the meticulous planning of the Four Commanders' Office, they intercepted the thugs who had infiltrated the National Temple behind the temple where the national fortune tablet was enshrined. During the ensuing struggle, half of the glass pipe shattered. The Four Commanders' Office only brought back half; the other half was mixed into the spring water behind the mountain. Ning Yan had long ago ordered the water flow to be cut off, and had martial artists freeze the polluted water source, then break the ice and boil it to kill the polluters.

The rest should be sealed up and guarded closely.

Dong Dao wanted to take him away.

He and fourteen other medical practitioners tested the poison on themselves.

The original pathogen had not yet had time to mutate using the human body as a container, and since scholars and warriors all possessed a certain resistance to this pathogen, naturally, so did physicians. Dong Dao and his companions risked their lives to test their own limits, and then worked together to attract the pathogen from the affected area.

The pathogen is tempted to choose a new host, and the patient can survive.

"This is the riskiest, but also the most effective method."

Miao Ne stood there, opened her mouth, but remained speechless for a long time.

"But... I'll die..."

Ning Yan knew this, but still agreed to Dong Dao's request.

Dong Dao: "Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I have to do it."

Initially, Dong Dao intended to do it himself, but the other medical practitioners didn't want him to "steal the limelight": "You opposed several of us just moments ago, and now you're venturing into things you shouldn't. The grand vision inscribed on the medical office's stone tablet isn't just Dong Dao's doing."

Do they really think they can be fooled like three-year-olds?

They are behind Dong Dao.

And the Temple of Medicine also told these people—

Behind them lies the sacred temple of medicine, and countless sages of the medical profession.

乛乛

Every summer I face the dilemma of not being able to buy clothes. Is there no market for plus-size clothes?

PS: The Temple of Healers takes at least fifteen years to train one member. They have strict requirements on talent and time constraints; they can't afford to lose even one. Unlike other temple disciples, who simply die. Dong Dao and the others couldn't withstand the pressure, so the temple's consciousness directly intervened.