Chapter 263: The Worm Breeder's Epilogue
There is always something mysterious about Lingmeng Mountain.
According to legend, before the Rock King Emperor pacified the mountains and forests, the former master of Chenyu Valley, the demon god who ruled the natural environment of the mountains and wilds, the birds and beasts, and controlled the rise and fall of the Bishui River, also sought medical treatment and medicine, seeking a prescription to relieve nightmares and interpret dreams.
At that time, the Salt Demon, whose power was exhausted and unable to protect his people, encountered a popular uprising. The skilled doctor heard the news and fled secretly among the thousands of people. The two of them hid in the mountains.
This is the origin of the magic of Lingmeng Mountain.
Amidst the shrouding fog and relentless mountain rain, the natural mist forms a barrier. Only one person remains trustworthy, and deep within this mountain, life is difficult. The Salt God weeps beside the river, peering into the pool...
Paimon hesitated, "I don't know why, but I always feel like this legend is weird... It feels even more exaggerated than the Rock God's battles in Tian Tiezui's storytelling."
"It's just... well... it's just..."
"It sounds too much like a serious legend?" Changsheng asked.
"Yeah! Yeah, yeah! Anyway, that's it!" Paimon breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a lingering fear. "I always feel like it's not very polite for someone like me who travels all over the place to say this."
Changsheng was quite natural. "After all, even the locals of Chenyu Valley would find this story distorted. The Salt God is weak, the former owner of Chenyu is insane, and the Miraculous Doctor is such an unconventional person..."
It's human nature.
Entering Lingmeng Mountain to search is a normal thing for Liyue doctors.
He waded through the weeds with a faint blue-purple glow, passed by the bushes covered with fallen petals, stepped on the obscure and rugged mountain paths, and finally fell in panic before the phantoms of his old dreams.
They live peacefully among the lotus and jade water lilies, and are at their own pace amidst the rain and the chirping of insects. Their extraordinary qualities are everywhere you look.
There were no worms devouring the evil, no hidden demons. Secret hopes, unknown and unfulfilled, remained, and doctors who had such experiences never spoke of their subsequent experiences. Even Lan Jing, the renowned doctor from Yilongbu, had once ventured into the mountains in his youth, seeking ancient remedies, leaving behind only fragments of information upon his return.
"What about you, Bai Zhu?" Paimeng asked.
Doctor Bai smiled and whispered, "If I could enter the spiritual realm, how could Changsheng still be the only one around me?"
There are few insects in Bubu Lu, but most Liyue people who don't know the difference always subconsciously classify snakes and insects into the same category.
——But Changsheng is not a poisonous insect.
Doctor Bai's lineage had another opportunity just before the merger of medicine and witchcraft.
"I remember that a long time ago, I also seemed to have the idea of going to Lingmeng Mountain." Changsheng complained, "I don't know what went wrong, but in the end I followed this kid's master and left."
"Master, Grandmaster..." Paimon rubbed his head. "How old are you, anyway? Shouldn't a normal snake that has lived this long be about this size?"
She gestured.
Changsheng's red eyes glanced at Paimon, and she was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth and hid behind the traveler.
"I really want to tell you, but unfortunately, even I don't know it."
Lingmeng Mountain eventually became a sacred place in the hearts of generations of Liyue doctors. Even though some of those who visited it put down their medical books, and some remained nameless, it seemed that going or not going didn't change anything.
"If you're interested, perhaps you could ask the immortal Yakshas. In the original story, they were the ones who nurtured the man's insects and cured his chronic illness."
It’s just that the feng shui of Chenyu Valley is biting. If you don’t fully understand the ancient secrets, you won’t know that the Yaksha clan once gathered in the mountains.
"Then let's go to [Mian Cong Ju] and ask around. Yingda said this is General Xinyuan's property among the mortals. We've been in Liyue for so long, and we still haven't been there!"
Paimon also recalled the relevant dialogue and played the role of reminding the plot.
The traveler nodded, and the two of them said goodbye to Bai Zhu and Chang Sheng, brushed shoulders with the newcomer, and stepped out of Bubu House. When he subconsciously turned his head, he was slightly impressed by the style of the clothing.
"That person just now..." After walking away, Paimeng whispered to the traveler, "Traveler, it seems that there are still people in Liyue who have a similar style to Bai Shu. Perhaps this is the style of Chenyu Valley."
"Maybe we'll go there sometime."
No divination house.
"Dabai and Xiaobai! I'm back!!!" A very young and lively male voice sounded.
The man and the snake exchanged a glance, and Bai Zhu reluctantly spoke up, "You're back. Did Chong's medical consultation go well?"
The silver ornaments collided with each other, making a tinkling sound. The young man in exotic attire flashed in front of the little zombie, who was several beats slow to react, grabbed it by the armpit, and lifted it up with cheers.
"Ooooh—perfect!!! It's pediatric!"
After holding it for a while, Ah Chong hugged Qiqi, whose soul seemed to have long since departed, and rubbed his face frantically, "Thanks to Qiqi, the treasure of the house!"
...It's human nature.
Every time Changsheng saw this intern who had worked for ten thousand years, he felt a wave of pain in his brain, which was not very big to begin with.
It is human nature to comfort yourself.
Just like the word "pediatrics" mentioned in the previous conversation, Chong, although not proficient in medicine, is a genius in witchcraft. Despite the dissuasion of his elders, he insisted on learning medicine from the Baizhu lineage.
Normally, it's impossible to give someone acupuncture right away, considering the complex science of the human body. If it doesn't work, that's fine. The only real worry is that the needle might leave someone paralyzed.
If luckily, two injections didn't help, or the condition worsened, A Chong would pretend nothing had happened and use some witchcraft to refresh the patient's condition.
Not to mention medical accidents, even scoliosis, lumbar disc herniation, joint rotation, and cold legs can be cured with his miraculous hands.
Logically speaking, since he can save lives and has the opportunity to practice, he should be able to master medical skills quickly.
However, this child is really not cut out for studying medicine. Whenever the patient changes or the situation becomes more complicated, he has to create a new disease in the name of the patient, and he really can't remember anything.
Even after a course of treatment with the old doctor, when you meet the previous patient again, you will have forgotten everything.
The medicines are also prescribed in a haphazard manner. Coptis chinensis is bitter, so patients who find it annoying and troublesome should take more; Licorice root is sweet, so we should prescribe as much as possible.
So, since he couldn't be an apprentice, he had to be an intern.
After several years, I am still an intern.
Before Bai Zhu picked up Qiqi, A Chong's medical skills were extremely stable, maintained at 0. After Qiqi stayed in Bubu Lu, A Chong finally met his golden partner in learning medicine.
Qiqi, originally an ordinary herbalist, was affected during the Demon War. Her magical skills, combined with her ultimate desire to survive, gave rise to a miracle. Ah Chong's Gu magic had the most powerful healing effect on Qiqi, a skill that would have been ineffective for an ordinary person.
So the job of giving acupuncture to the familiar doctor was taken over by Qiqi under the deception of the intern.
No sense of taste, no sense of pain, even if you accidentally experience hemiplegia, it will only cause your joints to become stiff and unable to bend...
But A Chong's witchcraft was very effective. After the course, the little zombie girl who almost became a Liyue ghost story finally had a moment to taste the coconut milk.
——It’s icy, cool, and a little sweet.
——Sweet tastes good.
After finishing her pediatric training, for a long time, all Qiqi wrote in her notebook was: I had no reward, so I had to remember the taste of coconut milk.
But the treacherous adults' deal wasn't complete yet; they were talking about profit sharing. That is, for every child who recovered, a Qiqi would get to taste the coconut milk!
In Changsheng's opinion, poor Qiqi had a chance to at least regain her sense of taste a long time ago. Unfortunately, the girl's friends later heard the news.
"Today's patient is Yaoyao again." Ah Chong smiled with a triumphant smile. "How pitiful! She has a chronic condition [of being unable to sleep without doing calisthenics], and it's already in the middle stage."
“I don’t know if it can be cured yet!”
After a few injections, Yaoyao can experience the physicality of Qiqi doing gymnastics. With high returns, low risks, and a short construction period, it is undoubtedly the favorite choice for workers.
Therefore, in order to live up to her daily routine as a cute little rich woman, the despicable adult always has to remind herself to allocate more treatment sessions for Qiqi.
If Yaoyao hadn't suffered from a chronic disease, A Chong would have delayed the treatment for several years instead of just a few months out of curiosity about what other difficult and complicated diseases Yaoyao might have.
I can only say that he still has some medical ethics, but not much.
After completing the daily task of showing support, Changsheng still had a headache, but fortunately the annoying guy was distracted by the fruit drink, and Xiaobai temporarily regained some of the B-stats of the talking beast.
Bai Zhu was already used to this, and in his rare free time, he sorted through the letters sent by his senior sister. Some asked about her recent situation, some asked about Changsheng, some asked about him, and of course, the most were still about Ah Chong.
Their sect had never gone to Lingmeng Mountain to seek immortals and medicine, not because they had immortality and didn't want to do that kind of thing. But because they said he was a 10,000-year intern, it really meant 10,000 years. If the time was a little shorter, it wouldn't be useful to use a 10,000-year-old A Chong.
In the eyes of most people, the contract with immortality was no different from witchcraft. But in fact, the saying "a doctor does not treat himself" was the biggest difference between them and other doctors.
Just like a poisonous snake can always find the antidote within five steps, the relationship between Shimen and A Chong is probably like this.
Changsheng could never remember any longer memories about A Chong. According to Bai Zhu's speculation, the man and the snake should have lived under the same roof for at least a thousand years.
The relationship remains the same. One has a period of amnesia, and the other seems to be completely unconcerned...
No, that's not entirely true. The part of me that cares about something will erase its memory. No one knows what Changsheng is unwilling to face.
A Chong couldn't see anything unusual, he was the same as always.
Doctor Bai, who inherited the snake from his master, also inherited the capriciousness of a poor intern. Having only known each other for so short a time, Bai Shu had doubts about Ah Chong's connection to the legendary doctor.
But apart from being able to survive, there is nothing else unusual.
There were family members, not Yakshas, but the often-missing Rādhāra Dragon King. Whenever they saw him, he would bring gifts. Since he brought several new sets of clothes with him, he would always leave quickly to avoid a fight.
Compared to the doctor, Bai Zhu thought that the child was more like the legendary dream demon. He was not alert for long, but could not sleep. He kept his eyes open every day, like a sleepwalker.
However, once you fall asleep and open your eyes again, the time may be as short as ten days or half a month, or as long as ten or eight years.
...Now, he fell asleep again.
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