After handing over the prescription for treating the plague last time, he noticed that every time he sold a dose of medicine, a golden light would float towards him and disappear into his brow.
Although there were golden specks of light in the air, the light was extremely faint, like an elephant encountering plankton—too faint to be perceived by him.
However, the golden light that had entered his brow was so bright that it was almost blinding. After entering his body, he could clearly feel the heat of the light, which was completely different from that in the air.
A warm current flowed down from between his eyebrows to his dantian, and then a warm current rose up, spreading along his meridians to every pore of his body. It felt like being soaked in a hot spring. There was only one word to describe it—amazing!
Recently, he has been cultivating whenever he has free time at evening parties. One reason is to break through as soon as possible, and the other is that the spiritual energy he releases during cultivation can help Xiao Hei improve quickly and grow faster.
Frequent cultivation and use of spiritual energy have depleted the spiritual energy stored in his jade gourd.
However, he only saw a few points of light in front of the herbal medicine shop; he didn't encounter any anywhere else.
After returning home, he was completely baffled as to what those points of light were.
Later, he went through the Wuji Jing in his mind and felt that something was somewhat similar.
The Wuji Jing records that there is a kind of merit that is very similar to spiritual energy. For cultivators, the cultivation speed of merit is hundreds of times faster than that of spiritual energy.
Merit refers to the blessings that come from doing good deeds. Zhang Fan thought that doing good deeds would bring him merit.
He had done good deeds before, but had not gained any merit. Zhang Fan thought that perhaps it was the power brought by the jade bead given to him by Chi Fei.
So in the middle of the night, he sneaked into Ji Zhi's house and straightened the soy sauce bottle in Ji Zhi's kitchen.
He then waited and waited, but the merit did not come for a long time.
Zhang Fan wondered if this good deed was too small for Heaven to count, so he did many other things.
For example, even though he swept and mopped the floor for Ji Zhi, he still didn't receive any merit.
Zhang Fan recalled how he had gained merit and guessed that someone had probably been saved by drinking his prescription. To confirm his guess, Zhang Fan had Su Bin drink his medicine today.
Sure enough, not long after Su Bin took the medicine, Zhang Fan saw a point of light enter his brow.
A warm current surged through his dantian, and he felt that his dantian had loosened up. If he absorbed more spiritual energy or merit, his cultivation level would break through.
Zhang Fan wanted to gain merit quickly and break through his cultivation level, so he worked extra hard.
Liu Ru kept secretly watching Zhang Fan. For some reason, just looking at his back made her heart pound wildly, even skipping a beat, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.
She was startled when she realized her face was burning, and immediately reached out to put her wrist close to her forehead to feel her body temperature.
Fortunately, her fever did not return. It was probably just that the place was too stuffy and the air was not circulating, so she just felt a little hot.
When Liu Li came in, he saw Liu Ru sitting to the side resting, while only Zhang Fan was doing the work. He scolded, "Daughter, how can you let the divine doctor do it all by himself?"
Zhang Fan said, "Miss Liu has only been sitting for a few minutes, and her hand is injured."
She had been resting for almost an hour when Liu Ru looked up in surprise and saw Zhang Fan wink at her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she even forgot to breathe.
Seeing that Liu Ru's finger was bandaged, Liu Li asked worriedly, "Daughter, are you alright?"
Liu Ru shook her head: "I'm fine, Dr. Zhang has already bandaged me up."
Liu Li was immediately relieved, but still insisted that Liu Ru go and rest. Liu Ru shook her head: "I'll stay here and watch over you. Maybe I can help."
Liu Li was left to handle the work of staying up all night. With nothing else to do, Zhang Fan would look at what medicines were in Liu Li's medicine cabinet, hoping to find inspiration to develop more medicines.
Liu Ru would steal glances at Zhang Fan from time to time. Zhang Fan was not only highly skilled in medicine and handsome, but also very kind-hearted, taking the initiative to help. He had good character and values.
The medicine was ready, so the pharmacy opened its doors wide. A bowl of medicine cost 5 yuan, a very affordable price. With the living proof that patients who had taken the medicine before had all recovered, a long line formed in front of the store in less than ten minutes.
As bowl after bowl of medicine was drunk, countless points of light indeed flowed into Zhang Fan's brow.
Zhang Fan felt his dantian was overflowing with spiritual power, almost bursting. There were many people around, so he had to forcefully suppress the surging merit that was about to burst forth.
He endured the pain until his face turned red and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Liu Ru was directing customers to queue when she turned around and saw that Zhang Fan looked unwell and was not feeling well. She quickly said, "Let me do it. You go and rest for a bit."
"You're a girl, so you're slower at doing things. Let me do it."
He was telling the truth. Today he dispensed at least nine thousand bowls of medicine, if not ten thousand. If an ordinary person were to dispense that many bowls, their arm would have been ruined long ago.
Zhang Fan's arms didn't ache, and his hand movements remained fast.
He didn't feel tired at all; he moved quickly and broke so many bowls faster than anyone else.
Zhang Fan didn't want to entrust this matter to others, as it would affect the speed at which he could accumulate merit.
Liu Ru was unaware of Zhang Fan's thoughts; she only felt that Zhang Fan was exceptionally gentlemanly and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
She glanced at the orderly customers, took out a handkerchief, and gently placed it on Zhang Fan's forehead.
A rich, feminine fragrance wafted over, and the cool silk fabric absorbed the sweat from his forehead, easing his dryness and making him feel much better. Besides, his hands were indeed inconvenient at the moment, so it was like a nurse wiping sweat from a doctor's brow. Zhang Fan didn't see anything wrong with it and didn't refuse.
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