Hua Rong carried her bundle down the mountain as soon as it got dark. In order not to be caught by Qingxin, she used her lightness skill continuously all the way.
When he stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto the jade bracelet.
The data suddenly became chaotic, and he looked terrified.
Ignoring its loud cries, Hua Rong rested and practiced her skills in the pavilion by the roadside.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the rosy dawn weaving across the sky, dazzling and beautiful.
The shimmering light reflects off the mountains and rivers, and the early birds dance in the rosy glow.
A gentle breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of flowers.
Such a beautiful sight is unforgettable.
Hua Rong stood up, coughed lightly twice, and looked at this vibrant scene.
He laughed.
Over the next two years, Hua Rong practiced medicine, meeting many people and seeing many sights.
The world is vast, regardless of what kind of person the Qin emperor was.
In short, the country under his rule was peaceful and prosperous, and the people lived in peace and contentment.
He was at least a good emperor.
Although she had seen bad apples, she had seen far more loving fathers and filial sons, and harmonious families.
Hua Rong's once pale complexion had darkened slightly after two years of long journeys, but she still looked delicate and pretty.
She ventured deep into the mountains many times to search for medicinal herbs that were difficult for ordinary people to find, sealing off her internal energy and personally tasting the herbs.
Having tasted poisonous herbs multiple times, if she hadn't managed to channel her inner energy into her lungs in time, she probably would have gone to the Buddha to discuss the scriptures.
Fortunately, despite the great danger, it broadened her horizons and made her more familiar with various medicinal herbs and poisonous plants.
The "Medicinal Herbs" and "Poisonous Herbs" sections of the medical classics have also been further improved in recent years.
He had visited the prosperous and wealthy Xuanjing and the beautiful Jiangnan region, where he discussed medical techniques with famous doctors, discarding the dross and retaining the essence, thus improving his medical skills.
He also read and studied many family medical classics and recorded what he learned.
He went to rural areas and provided free medical consultations to those who had no money to pay for medical treatment.
The findings were verified by bandaging injured animals deep in the mountains.
We should adapt to local conditions and individual circumstances, and gain insights through practice.
He also went down to remote and impoverished areas to discuss medicine with local doctors and talk about ancient and modern legends.
Upon learning of several lost prescriptions, he revised, supplemented, and perfected the "Prescriptions" volume of the Medical Classic.
Over the years, she has traveled to every corner of the Qin Dynasty. In the process, she seems to have forgotten who she is and what her original purpose was.
They were solely immersed in observing the myriad aspects of life and in the journey of solving difficult problems.
When I came to my senses, it felt like a long dream.
What frustrates her even more is that over the years, her name "Qingfeng" has spread throughout the land of Qin, following her footsteps.
At first, she was worried that her senior brother Qingxin would come and take her back, but she never saw him again, so she felt relieved.
I also occasionally heard the name of Abbot Qingxin of Jingyang Temple. In the eyes of others, he was a highly respected and compassionate man.
Hua Rong knew he was safe and sound, so she was no longer worried.
She also understood why Bishop Guiyuan focused on Buddhist principles and taught her medicine.
Perhaps he truly was a Buddha among men, foreseeing their respective destinies.
The truth vanished with his passing, and she stopped thinking about it.
Over the course of two years, she left her mark everywhere in the Qin Dynasty, and then she set her sights on the Wangsi Grassland.
It took her another year before she set foot on the land of Qin once again.
She didn't waste a single year; she provided free medical consultations and discussed medical principles with the local doctors, further refining her medical skills.
She even found the legendary extinct medicinal herb, and she remembers the joy she felt at that time, which made her laugh and cry like a child.
I witnessed the charm of medicine, experienced its wonder, and understood its greatness.
This made her even more determined to become a doctor.
"Have you heard? His Majesty has ordered the execution of all the monks at Jingyang Temple!"
Hua Rong was resting at a teahouse on the official road when he heard what the people at the next table were saying, and he suddenly looked up.
The two people speaking were ordinary civilians who didn't even notice Hua Rong's gaze.
"Of course I've heard about it. I'm afraid no one in the Great Qin doesn't know. The Imperial Guards have been surrounding Jingyang Mountain for half a month now. I heard that after half a month, they're going to burn them alive."
"Yes, the previous dynasty was a devout Buddhist, which led to the flourishing of Buddhism. The current situation is likely to cause great chaos, and I don't know why..."
"Are you out of your mind?! How dare you say such a thing? The affairs of important people are not something we ordinary people should discuss..."
As Hua Rong left the teahouse, the murmurs behind him grew quieter.
She wore a bluish-gray monk's robe, with a slightly dark and delicate face, long eyelashes, and pale pink lips.
Although she has delicate features, no one would doubt that she is a woman once they see her.
Because of her tolerant demeanor and gentle, warm eyes, looking at her felt like a refreshing breeze, incredibly comforting.
She seemed to walk very slowly, yet in the blink of an eye, she covered a hundred steps.
The passersby did not look on in surprise, as if it were just a passing breeze and they paid no attention.
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"Your son's pulse is weak and floating, indicating long-term damage to his lung qi, which has affected his kidneys, causing them to fail to receive qi. Kidney deficiency leads to an inability to retain sodium, causing qi to rise upwards, resulting in abnormal breathing, shortness of breath, wheezing, more exhalation than inhalation, which worsens with exertion..."
"Master Qingfeng! Is there any hope for my son?"
Hua Rong withdrew his hand from taking the pulse, glanced at the anxious and worried Prime Minister Tu, walked to the table, and wrote down the prescription.
"This humble monk dares not speak presumptuously. Your son was treated too late. Even if he recovers, he will probably cough incessantly for the rest of his life."
Hua Rong coughed twice and handed the prescription to Prime Minister Tu, who took it with a bitter face.
"Master Qingfeng, your medical skills are unparalleled. If you cannot cure this unfilial son, then no one can save him! Master, you are compassionate, please help my unfilial son!"
Hua Rong uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha."
"This prescription is something I created myself after many years of practicing medicine. If Tu Cheng trusts it, then please give it to your son."
Prime Minister Tu was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! Please move to the side room to rest."
Hua Rong initially wanted to decline, but when his gaze fell on the person on the bed, he hesitated slightly and accepted the thanks, saying, "Thank you for your hospitality, Prime Minister."
Prime Minister Tu gave the prescription to the steward of the Prime Minister's residence, and the steward went to the pharmacy to get the medicine himself.
"Honeysuckle 5 qian, forsythia and scutellaria 3 qian each, Paris polyphylla, aralia elata and apricot kernel 2 qian each, gypsum, Japanese knotweed root, wild buckwheat root and fresh reed root 6 qian each, ephedra and raw licorice 1 qian each. One dose per day, boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, take once in the morning and once in the evening. Also add corydalis, trichosanthes, dried stem and mulberry bark."
Ren Yuanzhi, a renowned physician from Xuanjing, read the prescription in his hand, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, until finally he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Wonderful! Wonderful!"
He grabbed the butler's hand in surprise: "Which miracle doctor wrote this prescription?!"
The steward was shocked and broke free from Ren Yuanzhi's grasp: "Doctor Ren, please have some self-respect!"
Taking a step back, he regained the composure of a steward from the Prime Minister's residence: "This prescription was written by Master Qingfeng for our young master. Please, Doctor Ren, prepare the medicine as soon as possible!"
Upon hearing this, Ren Yuanzhi's face showed a hint of realization, followed by a mixture of admiration and complex emotions.
"It's him! No wonder, no wonder the junior who came to visit back then has now developed such profound medical skills? I am no match for him, I am no match for him!"
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