Chapter 304 Don't even think about getting credits
Kong Wange turned around and was stunned for a moment.
The old man who came in was carrying two sprigs of snow lily. He was wearing a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, and had a cool, short, neat hairstyle...
Before she could speak, the old apothecary asked, "You brat, what are you doing here?!"
What's going on? Could this old man... be the owner of Baicaotang?
The next second, Zhou Qiao's appearance immediately confirmed Kong Wange's guess.
She was carrying a steaming bowl of Chinese medicine. When she saw the scene before her, her eyes widened in surprise: "Grandpa, why are you back so early today? What are you all doing?"
What are you doing? Kong Wange also wanted to know what she was doing!
She should have realized it sooner; the old man had told her on Mount Ling that he was in charge of medicine at the Imperial Path Academy.
What a twist of fate! Is there any hope for her academic credits?
Kong Wange took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "Brother Yao, I'm here to help you take care of your patient. It seems your patient has been poisoned."
The old doctor glared at her: "You think you're so kind? Get lost!"
As he spoke, he put the Snow Flower in his hand aside, strode forward, and helped Qin Feng directly to the bed in the room.
Qin Feng endured intense pain throughout the entire process, his brows never furrowing.
The old doctor laid the man flat, then took out silver needles from the bedside cabinet and quickly inserted them into his various acupoints.
Black blood beads oozed out and dripped down.
Kong Wange was surprised when she saw the old man's acupuncture technique.
If her judgment was correct, Qin Feng had been poisoned by the extremely dangerous Hundred Insect Powder. As the name suggests, this poison is made from a hundred kinds of poisonous insects. When it takes effect, it feels as if a hundred kinds of poisonous insects are biting the body, causing the meridians to become disordered, and causing one to vomit foul blood, resulting in extreme pain.
This poison was practiced by some people in ancient times, but nowadays very few people know the recipe, let alone know how to detoxify it.
Even though she, Kong Wange, carries the great reputation of Chanyi, she has only seen it mentioned in an ancient book. If she were to actually detoxify, it would be very difficult for her.
But right now, the old doctor's detoxification actions were very swift and decisive.
She had never seen the needlework technique he used before. It seemed to have no skill involved, relying entirely on force, yet it was extremely precise.
How could an elderly person who guards medicinal herbs be so knowledgeable about this almost lost poison and so confident in its antidote?
Just as she was wondering, the old herbalist spoke up, "Qiao'er, help me."
Zhou Qiao had been in a daze since she came in, and only when she was called did she react and hurriedly replied, "Oh, okay."
She put the medicine she was holding aside and hurried forward.
However, she seemed somewhat afraid of Qin Feng, and was rather hesitant and timid.
Upon seeing this, Kong Wange gently patted her shoulder and said, "Let me do it."
Zhou Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Then, Sister Kong, thank you for your help."
Kong Wange gave her a reassuring look and then earnestly cooperated with the old man.
She took the towel from Zhou Qiao and then lit the candles that were needed next to her to make it easier to insert the needle.
Her movements were swift and efficient; she handed over what the old doctor needed almost before he even asked.
A moment later, the acupuncturist removed the needles and cleaned up the blood clots. Kong Wange then handed over the medicine from the side.
The old man forced Qin Feng to drink it, and on the bed, Qin Feng's breathing finally gradually calmed down.
In just that short time, his forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, which soaked the ends of his hair.
Although his face was pale, he was still relatively conscious.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou," he said, his voice weak.
"Little Fengfeng, how many times have I told you to stay in bed and not move around? But you insisted on walking around. Tell me the truth, was it this brat who disturbed your rest and caused the poison to flare up?" The old apothecary glared at Kong Wange and said.
Qin Feng smiled and said, "No, it's just that I want to move around a bit. I've been in bed for almost ten days, and I really can't stand lying down anymore..."
The old herbalist waved his hand, interrupting him: "You don't need to make excuses for this girl. If she hadn't stolen my century-old ginseng, your poison would have been cured long ago, and I wouldn't have needed to go and pick this Snow Enchantress flower!"
Kong Wange chuckled awkwardly, "Brother Yao, what are you saying? I didn't know you were digging up ginseng to save someone. If I had known, I would have offered it to you with both hands. Besides, didn't this century-old ginseng eventually return to the courtyard?"
"Hmph, do you think those old guys in the courtyard would leave such good stuff here in the Hundred Herbs Hall for me to manage? Don't try to deny it, you little girl are very wicked. Tell me, which of my herbs have you got your eye on this time?"
Zhou Qiao listened and listened and finally understood. She hugged Yao Lao's arm and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, don't be so fierce to Sister Kong. She came to our Hundred Herbs Hall to complete the task assigned by the academy to fertilize the herbs. She didn't have any bad intentions."
"Qiao'er, you are too naive and kind-hearted, you don't understand the dangers of this world." The old doctor looked Kong Wange up and down and suddenly laughed.
Kong Wange was horrified by his smile.
The old herbalist smiled and said, "You little girl, you're quite good at picking missions. It's a pity the herbs here don't welcome you. Forget about the credits. Alright, hurry up and go!"
Zhou Qiao pleaded, "Grandpa, please don't make things difficult for Sister Kong!"
The old apothecary glared at her: "Qiao'er, let me tell you, don't you dare take sides with outsiders. Stop nagging, it's almost dinnertime, have you made dinner yet?"
Zhou Qiao's face fell: "Not yet..."
"Then you go and cook. I'll brew the antidote here. Oh, and tonight's ribs should be braised, not sweet and sour. Simmer them over a wood fire, not on gas."
Zhou Qiao pouted and reluctantly replied, "Oh."
As she turned around, she gave Kong Wange a look of helplessness.
After the old apothecary finished instructing Zhou Qiao, Kong Wange turned around, picked up the Snow Flower, and began preparing to mix and decoct the medicine, without even glancing at her.
She knew that staying in the room any longer would only make her look foolish, so she simply followed Zhou Qiao out of the room.
After leaving the house, Zhou Qiao said with a dejected face, "I'm sorry, Sister Kong, I couldn't help you."
"It's alright." Kong Wange chuckled and asked tentatively as she walked, "Qiaoqiao, your grandfather is quite particular about food, huh? He insists on using firewood for stewing ribs."
Zhou Qiao sighed: "Besides studying herbs, he's only really interested in food. Sigh, Sister Kong, you have no idea how difficult it is to cook for my grandfather."
Kong Wange had an idea: "Qiaoqiao, how about I help you cook?"
"Sister Kong, you can cook?"
Kong Wange said proudly, "Of course, I have a chef's certificate and a nutritionist's certificate. My garlic ribs are so tender and juicy, and my braised pork is rich but not greasy, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth. There's also scallop and vermicelli casserole, cabbage and beef rolls, teriyaki chicken legs, shredded chicken cold noodles... all of these are child's play!"
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