Cen Jun whispered to Fan Zhiyi, "Master, what happened to Senior Brother?"
"He... may be tired. People don't feel hungry when they are extremely tired. You should send food and this to your senior brother later." Fan Zhiyi was talking to Cen Jun about the purpose and usage of these medicines, and arranged for Cen Jun to make some for Bing Nandong later.
"So, Master, what you mean is that it was Senior Brother who took the initiative to suggest going to the clinic today?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded. As expected, he saw joy in Cen Jun's eyes. This kind of joy was easily contagious. Fan Zhiyi smiled at him and said, "Go ahead and accompany your senior brother. Talk to him."
"Okay!" Cen Jun ran forward a few steps, then thought of something and turned back to hand the lantern to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi waved his hand, and Cen Jun ran to Bing Nandong with the lantern and said something to him.
Back in the courtyard, Cen Jun was busy with the tasks Fan Zhiyi had assigned him, while Fan Zhiyi continued to follow Bing Nandong, hoping to help him channel his spiritual energy and give him some spiritual advice. However, imagination was a beautiful thing. He followed Bing Nandong all the way to his room, only to be greeted by the sound of the door slamming shut so rudely that Fan Zhiyi almost hit his nose.
No, how did I offend him?
Fan Zhiyi pushed the door and found it was not locked, so he pushed it open and touched his nose angrily: "Can I come in?"
“…” Bing Nandong ignored him.
Does that mean he agreed? Fan Zhiyi thought so and tentatively stepped one foot onto the floor. Bing Nandong didn't show any reaction, not even turning around to look at him.
Fan Zhiyi felt that it was really useless for a master to be as good as him.
"Well, the doctor said that the spiritual power in your body is rampant and you need someone to help you channel it." Fan Zhiyi said, and then saw Bing Nandong straighten his sleeves and sit upright. Fan Zhiyi walked around to his side, and with a thought, he circulated his spiritual power, closed his eyes, and put his hand on Bing Nandong's back.
In his mind, he could indeed see the white spiritual power in Bing Nandong's body mixed with some black spiritual power circulating around his body. In addition, in his dantian, there were many spiritual powers of different colors shrunken into a ball, some larger, some smaller, and some larger ones were even devouring the smaller ones.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what this situation was called in this world, but he was sure that based on the medical practitioner's experience, his years of reading novels, and his sixth sense, this was really too abnormal.
If you ask Bing Nandong, he naturally won't say anything.
However, thanks to the golden finger given by the system, Fan Zhiyi tried to swallow those messy spiritual powers and then slowly absorbed and transformed them into Bing Nandong, allowing them to flow slowly along Bing Nandong's original spiritual power.
The new spiritual power was snow-white. After it merged with Bing Nandong's spiritual power, it became spiritual power mixed with some black.
Fan Zhiyi had a layer of sweat on his forehead. The thing in Bing Nandong's body was much more troublesome than he had imagined. Perhaps it was because it had been deposited for a long time and was not easy to clear. Only a small part of it was cleared and Fan Zhiyi felt a little tired. When he withdrew his hand and opened his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was such a difficult task and went very smoothly the first time.
"Bingnandong, try circulating your spiritual power for one cycle."
Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong raised his energy with one hand and then sank it into his dantian.
Fan Zhiyi didn't even dare to breathe until Bing Nandong said, "Better now."
"As long as it works." After all, I am not a native local, and I don't know what is considered good. I can only feel it myself.
At this time, Cen Jun spoke up and said, "Master, I brought the meal to the eldest brother first. The medicine is still being boiled." He had come here very early, but when he saw that the master was helping the eldest brother heal his injuries, he did not make any noise to avoid disturbing them.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's what a disciple should do."
The next day, Fan Zhiyi woke up bright and early. Thinking it would be too much trouble for Cen Jun to run to the cafeteria, then back to bring Bing Nandong his food, and then back to the school, he simply cleaned the kitchen, planning to cook his own breakfast from now on. He used to make his own breakfast sometimes when he was working, and now he was completely free.
Speaking of cooking, Fan Zhiyi actually likes cooking very much. Although he always fails or the taste is not right when following online recipes, he is happy to try.
However, because he had not told the little boy who came up the mountain to deliver supplies every day, Cen Jun still had to trouble Bing Nandong to bring some food this morning.
Fan Zhiyi waited for the boy to arrive and instructed, "Starting tomorrow morning, send some fresh vegetables, rice, and flour to the mountain every day."
"If the Immortal Venerable is craving for mortal delicacies, I can go to Zui Xiang Lou and bring them back tomorrow."
"Zuixianglou?"
Fan Zhiyi had never heard of this place, and the boy naturally assumed that the Immortal Venerable was busy cultivating and had long been practicing fasting, so naturally he had no knowledge of such places. He replied respectfully, "Zuixianglou is the largest and best restaurant in the Tianyun Sect's territory."
It sounded quite tempting. Fan Zhiyi said, "Well, then bring them all. Focus on foods that replenish blood and qi, but don't overdo it."
"Yes." The little boy didn't ask the reason and was very efficient. Fan Zhiyi asked him to start delivering it from tomorrow. Not long after, he came back with a food box. The first layer was filled with fruits, the second layer was filled with dry noodles and vegetables, and the third layer was a bowl of chicken stewed with red dates.
The child was short, so it was a bit difficult for him to carry the food box, which was almost as tall as him. Fan Zhiyi saw him and used a spell to transfer the food box to his side. "Thank you very much."
"Your Excellency is so polite."
After the little boy left, Fan Zhiyi checked carefully and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the food. Only then did he feel at ease and handed the fruits and the chicken stewed with red dates to Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong still didn't talk to Fan Zhiyi. He just did whatever Fan Zhiyi asked him to do. In the end, he finished eating a whole chicken and drank a bowl of soup.
Fan Zhiyi found that Bing Nandong was very polite when eating. If he were to eat the chicken, he would definitely pick it up and put it in his mouth. However, Bing Nandong carefully separated it, and even the bones were neatly arranged, without any mess.
This chicken soup contains red dates, which are good for replenishing blood. Fan Zhiyi plans to heat it up in the evening and give it to Bing Nandong.
After eating, Fan Zhiyi counseled Bing Nandong as he did last night. After finishing, Fan Zhiyi still felt very tired: "Alright."
Bing Nandong tilted his head, not looking at him, and remained silent.
Fan Zhiyi said, "It's not good for your health to sulk all the time."
“…”
Forget it, forget it. You may be angry, but they are listening to what you say. You can correct them slowly later. There is no need to be impatient. Don't push the child too hard.
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