Chapter 78: Diagnosing My Young Master
There was no conversation along the way. Apart from asking for directions and calculating the itinerary, Yun Chen didn't say another word to Yan Lang.
She felt very complicated and unconsciously distanced herself from Yan Lang, and did not want to have any deeper interactions with him.
She only wanted to get to the nearest city as quickly as possible, send Yan Lang to the government office to report his disappearance, and then set out on the journey back to Nan Country.
Yan Lang didn't react to her sudden alienation and silence, nor did he ask any more questions.
They walked until dark and found a cave halfway up the mountain to spend the night.
Yun Chen lit a bonfire and roasted the rabbit he had just caught.
Yan Lang looked at her from the side and said, "When I diagnose a patient, I only diagnose him once."
Yun Chen had seen how good he was at taking pulses. "I know you're confident you can cure someone with just one diagnosis."
She thought again of the elderly woman, the rotten sores that almost exposed the bones, and the pleading eyes as she tried to endure the pain.
She was annoyed at herself for telling the truth and saying six taels. If she said sixty taels, could she see more patients?
At least we can save that poor old lady, right?
Yun Chen's worries were written all over his face, and Yan Lang could clearly see it. He said:
"So Yunchen, as a reward, I will also give you a chance to diagnose an illness, only once. You can use it yourself, or you can give it to the old lady with the leg sore."
She looked at Yan Lang in surprise, but only saw a cruel mockery on his face.
She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time, then whispered:
"I want to reserve this opportunity for my young master. Please diagnose him."
Yan Lang was not surprised at all and chuckled, "See, you didn't show any favor to that old woman with leg sores either. You and I are indistinguishable from each other, it's the same for us."
Her face was gloomy and she said nothing more.
Yan Lang became interested and asked, "What's wrong with your young master?"
"I injured my leg a few years ago and can no longer stand or walk."
"Broken leg? Severed flesh and bones?"
"No, the leg looks fine, and the bones are not broken."
Yan Lang thought for a moment, "That means the meridians are injured, and there is also a heart problem. For this kind of injury, there is no need to take the pulse, just focus on treating the injury."
Seeing that Yan Lang hit the nail on the head, she forced herself to cheer up and asked, "Then how should we treat it?"
Yan Lang looked at her carefully. Compared to when he first met her, when she was dirty and had messy hair like a savage, now she had changed into clean clothes, revealing her fair face, and looked very neat and pretty.
"To be able to afford a guard like you and command your loyalty, your master must be either wealthy or noble. Someone must have been giving him acupuncture and massage all year round to ensure his legs remain in good condition and look normal. There's nothing to change. All I need is a prescription and a dose of medicine, and he'll be fine."
Hearing this, she stood up suddenly, walked directly to Yan Lang, knelt on one knee, and begged:
"Please tell me, sir! I will search for you no matter where you are!"
Yan Lang raised an ambiguous smile and said word by word:
"Windburnt Grass."
She fell to the ground in frustration, and the hope that had just ignited was extinguished in an instant.
Anyone who practices martial arts has heard of the name of "Wind-burning Grass" that caused bloodshed in the martial arts world.
Legend has it that Wind-Scorching Grass grows in the Wind-Scorching Abyss, known as the "No. 1 Abyss in the World." It is a century-old magical grass that grew against the will of heaven in the abyss of the cliff.
Moreover, once a hundred years have passed, the grass will be born in the first rainstorm. When the rain stops and the sun comes out, the grass will wither. The growing period is extremely short and it is extremely difficult to pick.
It is said that thousands of masters have died in the Wind-Scorching Abyss for the Wind-Scorching Grass.
However, in the 13th year of the Nan Kingdom, a major earthquake suddenly occurred. As the ground shook, huge rifts slowly merged, burying the corpses of countless martial arts masters and wind-scorching grass forever.
The Wind-Scorched Abyss is gone, and the legendary magical herb has disappeared without a trace.
"Wind-burning grass has many miraculous effects, such as repairing meridians, regenerating bones and blood, bringing the dead back to life, and curing muteness. Your young master's meridian injury is just a small problem for wind-burning grass. If your young master had practiced martial arts in the past, wind-burning grass could have greatly helped him increase his internal strength and strengthen his body beyond that of ordinary people." Yan Lang said with a smile.
But Yun Chen felt that the smile was very dazzling, like a cold fishhook waiting for a fish to bite, holding the other person's life and death in his hands.
Where can we find the legendary wind-scorching grass in reality?
She stood up dejectedly, but Yan Lang's next words made her stop in her tracks:
"I know where there's windscorch weed."
Yan Lang's smile faded, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness. "It is said that there is a wind-burning grass in the secret room of Dongyan's palace. Although it was picked in the heavy rain and then dried and preserved, its efficacy remains unchanged."
She was now completely energized, and even decided not to rush back to Nan Country. She wanted to go and recite the Stealing Wind Burning Grass for Huo Gan.
How could Yan Lang not guess what she was thinking? He said coldly:
"The Dongyan Palace is filled with expert guards, heavily guarded and heavily patrolled. Not even a mouse can get in. The Wind-Scorching Grass is said to be hidden in a secret room known only to the Emperor—" Yan Lang paused and continued:
"You should know that the Dongyan Emperor's nickname is 'The Divine Emperor'. He is an exceptional martial artist with unparalleled supernatural powers. When he was young, he wielded a bronze mace weighing a hundred pounds, taller and wider than you. Can you defeat him?"
After listening to Yan Lang's words, Yun Chen pondered for a long time and finally sighed deeply.
Not to mention whether a mere guard like her could break into the palace alone, she might be hacked to death by the guards before her horse even steps into the palace gate.
Even if she did enter the palace, how would she find the Wind-Scorching Grass? How could she interrogate the emperor, who was said to be so powerful that he could lift a tripod?
It's ridiculous.
She knew that even if she was told clearly where the wind-burning grass was, it would not be something she could do alone.
Finally, Yan Lang said to her:
"If you can really get the Wind-Scorching Grass, you can come find me in Guangyulan Island, three hundred miles south of the capital of Dongyan. I can tell you the prescription. This is the opportunity I promised you to diagnose me, and I will keep my promise."
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