To be on the safe side, Yun Miao rented a carriage and chose an inconspicuous clinic near the city gate a few kilometers away from Yang Mansion.
Just as Yun Miao got off the carriage and entered the clinic, a carriage slowly drove in from outside the clinic.
The carriage was plain and unadorned, yet the wood was made of the finest nanmu. Even the horses were tall and sturdy, their bodies the color of black ink, their coats glossy and shiny as if they were regularly cared for. The man driving the carriage was dressed in black warrior attire, a long sword poised at his back, and a conical hat on his head. He looked up in the direction of the clinic, then whispered to the inside of the carriage, "Sir, we're at the clinic."
The man in the carriage was dressed in white as white as snow. He sat in the carriage with his brows furrowed and his eyes closed, a look of pain on his face. His handsome face was covered with sweat, and his voice was trembling with restraint: "Hmm."
He had difficulty walking, so the guard wearing a bamboo hat who was driving the car took out a wooden wheelchair from the back of the car, got into the car and helped him down.
"Master, this Mingtianshi is talking nonsense. He says we can find someone who can cure your illness once we enter Jiuzhou City. We've already searched seven or eight clinics just for one herb. Medicinal materials are so scarce here, how could we possibly find a skilled practitioner?" Ye Feng felt sorry for his own master. They were returning to the capital from the northern border. However, the long journey had caused his master's old illness to flare up midway, and he had run out of painkillers. After visiting six or seven clinics, he still lacked one herb.
This is the last clinic in Jiuzhou City. If I can't find that one medicine, I will have to endure the bone-gnawing pain for the next few days. How can I bear it?
According to the calculations of the Destiny Art, there is a high probability that there is a medical saint in Jiuzhou City who can cure my master's leg disease. Now it seems that it is no wonder that those old guys in the court have to impeach this old charlatan.
Mulansheng's face was calm, his eyes as deep as a vast sea of stars. "Fate is determined by heaven, and illness is the fate of the young. My leg injury is a stubborn disease that cannot be cured. If fate is determined, no one can solve it. Just keep a calm mind."
He never believed in any mysterious science.
If there was a cure for his leg disease, it wouldn't have troubled him for so long, causing him excruciating pain every night.
When Ye Feng heard this, his eyes instantly became sore: "Master, the emperor has already sent people to deal with the matter of Beijing City. Why do you have to suffer this in person? My body can't stand the bumps now..."
"The suffering of the people is the responsibility of the royal family. Although my body is disabled, my mind is not." Mulansheng said casually.
Moreover, Northern Border City was his mother's hometown, where officials and bandits colluded and the people suffered greatly. Even with the corrupt officials at court protecting each other and minimizing the seriousness of the incident, nothing could be uncovered. Fortunately, he had obtained some crucial evidence during his personal visit this time.
"You are so uninterested in power now, but the others are still eyeing you covetously. Your trip north this time, I am afraid that it will arouse the jealousy of the others and get you into trouble again." Ye Feng sighed and adjusted the direction of the wheelchair.
Once upon a time, I was also the war god of Tiansheng Kingdom who dominated the battlefield.
If it weren't for the fierce competition for the crown prince at the time, and if I hadn't been a strong opponent, I wouldn't have...
Mulansheng's face turned slightly cold. "If this leg still can't reassure them, even if I retreat a thousand miles, I can't avoid disaster."
Besides, when you are in the royal family, sometimes you cannot just retreat to protect yourself.
"Please help me get some spiritual spring water, red crane powder, moonlight grass, and Qilin tears..." Yun Miao stood at the front desk of the clinic and said.
Unexpectedly, the doctor who handed her the medicine looked at her like she was crazy and said, "Miss, if you want to make fun of me, please go somewhere else."
Yun Miaocai finally realized that this world was no longer the original world. It was just a pure mortal world without any trace of immortal cultivators.
"Then give me dandelions, calcite, orange peel, coptis root, and fresh knotweed rhizomes..." Yun Miao changed the subject.
Although the medicinal plants without any spiritual energy cannot be compared with the spiritual medicines of the past, they still adapt to local customs.
The old doctor looked at the blisters on Yun Miao's face and kindly reminded her, "Little girl, your face needs to be treated immediately. It's best to prick the blisters immediately and then apply the medicine. The medicine will naturally work better on the wound. I'll prescribe a new medicine for you..."
"No need, just these medicines I mentioned." Yun Miao thought that the blisters caused by burns cannot be punctured, but a mixture of dandelion, cold water stone, orange peel, coptis chinensis, and fresh knotweed rhizome can treat burns.
The medical skills in this world are so poor.
At the same time, a prescription was sent over.
The man in black wearing a bamboo hat asked in a cold voice, "Excuse me, do you have any Corydalis yanhusuo?"
The old doctor had just finished packing Yun Miao's Chinese medicine when he heard the man's voice and shook his head, "Yanhusuo just sold out."
The medicinal plants in the clinic are all obtained through manual picking through channels. There is no special and large-scale cultivation system, so it is common for the medicine to be in short supply.
When the man heard this, his expression suddenly changed: "Is there any other alternative medicine?"
Yun Miao took her medicine and paid four taels of silver with a painful heart.
When she turned around, she met a pair of dark and deep eyes. The owner of those eyes had a stunning appearance. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his temperament was still intact. Even Yun Miao, who was used to seeing countless handsome men who took shortcuts by using anti-aging pills, felt that the man in front of her was so attractive that she could fall in love with him at first sight, as if there were no specific words in the world that could describe even one ten-thousandth of his elegance.
Mulansheng's eyes were calm and he looked away calmly.
Although Yun Miao admired the handsome man's good looks, she looked away for just a second.
However, as she just stepped out of the clinic, she saw a group of yamen runners outside, and she was so frightened that she immediately retreated back into the clinic.
Yang Qing'er was quite quick and did not hesitate to use the power of the Yang family for a maid.
"No, these are all Chinese herbal painkillers! A single one does not make a complete prescription, and some of the other Chinese herbal painkillers are missing. You'd better go to other clinics to look for them!" The old doctor's voice came.
The man in black was a little disappointed. "My grandfather's old leg injury has suddenly flared up. We just came here from another clinic, but they were all short of a single herb. Can you tell me where else we can find painkillers right now?"
"But it's a bone injury?" The old doctor walked up to Mulansheng, looked at his leg, and pinched it: "How long has it been?"
Mulansheng's brows tightened again, and his knees were obviously painful.
"It's been a year." Ye Feng said quickly.
The old doctor shook his head: "That's too long. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
Yun Miao, who had retreated to the lobby, watched this scene and suddenly had an idea. He walked over and said, "I have a way to cure his leg."
Ye Feng stared at Yun Miao with wide eyes, thinking he had misheard: "What did you say?"
"I said, I can make your master stand up again." Although Yun Miao repeated the words, his head turned towards the door from time to time.
Mulansheng in the wheelchair clenched his fingers slightly.
But the next moment, he regained his composure, and even a hint of violent murderous intent appeared in the depths of his eyes.
Ye Feng also drew the long sword from his back and pointed it at Yun Miao, asking cautiously, "Who are you?"
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