After Ye Qian sealed all five bamboo tubes, Qingshan turned to Liu Jun and said, "Mr. Liu, please follow my apprentice out for a while. The Ren Zhong Huang needs to be made somewhere else."
"Uh... okay, okay..."
Liu Jun followed Ye Qian out of the back door of the fourth courtyard and walked about one kilometer southeast along the dirt road. There was a big manure pit here. Many families in the village still used dry toilets. When the toilets were full, they would pick out the waste and transport it to the manure pit.
Liu Jun covered his nose and cursed in his heart: "Fuck him, didn't he say he was making Chinese medicine? Why did he bring me to this shithole? Ugh!
Ye Qian glanced at Liu Jun's expression as if he was about to vomit, and felt amused. In fact, when he and Ye Zhi came here with their master for the first time, their performance was even worse than Liu Jun's. They really vomited out the food they had eaten the night before.
Ye Qian came from a well-off family and had never known hardship, let alone dirty work. He had no idea there were such filthy, smelly, and fly-infested places as "manure pits." Yet, his master insisted that they stare into the pit. Ye Qian thought his master was teasing them, but his master explained that a Chinese medicine diagnosis involves first asking about the patient's cold and heat, then about their sweating, then about their diet, and finally about their bowel movements. By observing changes in the quality, quantity, and color of a patient's urine and feces, one can understand the coldness, heat, deficiency, and excess of their internal organs. If a doctor, disinclined to observe the patient's bowel movements, neglects to check their bowel movements, they can easily misdiagnose or miss important clues.
Ye Qian and Ye Zhi also understood the master's good intentions. They followed the "impurity contemplation practice" taught by the master and gradually overcame their psychological barriers. Looking back on the training he had received under the master in the past year, Ye Qian felt that he had changed a lot.
"Master, what are we doing here?"
Liu Jun tried hard to divert his attention from the white maggots in the pit. He felt that the stomach acid was churning in his stomach and was about to burst out at any time.
Ye Qian looked nonchalant as he walked around the pit and finally chose a place with less manure residue and clear manure water. He threw the bamboo tube in his hand into the pit, soaked it in the manure water, and tied the rope to the fence post beside the pit.
"Of course it's to be a zhonghuang!"
"Ugh—wah—!"
Liu Jun finally couldn't bear it anymore and vomited all over the floor. He hadn't eaten lunch and his stomach was already upset, and this made things even worse.
"Fuck! What kind of medicine is made from feces soup? Are you two, master and disciple, deliberately making fun of me?"
Liu Jun had vomited enough, so he took a few steps forward, grabbed Ye Qian's collar, and with a look of anger on his face, he swung his fist and punched Ye Qian in the face.
Ye Qian already had some martial arts skills, and in the past year or so he also learned the orchid acupuncture point massage from his master. With a poke on the Jiquan acupoint in Liu Jun's armpit, Liu Jun's fist-raising arm fell down with a clang, and he had no strength left at all.
“Ouch—!”
"Hehe, Mr. Liu, don't be angry. This is how Ren Zhong Huang is made. My master never jokes about medicinal herbs for treating diseases!" As for whether he is making fun of you or not, it's hard to say!
Ren Zhong Huang clears heat and cools the blood, purges fire and detoxifies, specifically targeting the stomach and intestines, and is effective in relieving plagues and toxicity. Ren Zhong Huang does require hanging in a manure pit to soak for forty-nine days, then rinsing under running water for forty-nine days, and then drying in the sun and dew for seven days. The licorice powder used at Ciyimen Clinic is a premium, medicinally refined product that doesn't require such a long soaking period, but still requires a week, followed by rinsing and airing, for another half month before it becomes a medicinal product.
Liu Jun rubbed his arm, still looking furious. However, knowing that Ye Qian, though young, was no pushover, he suppressed his anger and asked, "Your master just asked for my help. What help? Just to see you throw these bamboo tubes into the dung soup? Ugh!"
The more Liu Jun thought about it, the more disgusted he felt, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of sour water.
Ye Qian thought to himself: Brother, you may have known the truth. My master will repay kindness and will not forgive grudges. You brought people to cause trouble in front of the clinic and insulted Uncle De, so of course she had to play a trick on you.
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