OBS Chapter 370
Chapter 370
At the same time, he quickly took the medicine box he carried with him off his back. Although the medicine box was not big, it carried countless hopes and vitality.
Ye Jiuchen first circulated his spiritual energy, gently placing his hands on the children's backs. A gentle yet powerful force slowly flowed into their bodies. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face was slightly pale from the depletion of his spiritual energy, but he gritted his teeth, concentrating intently on forcing some of the toxins out of the children's bodies little by little. Next, he opened his medicine chest, which contained various precious herbs and medicinal materials. With his superb medical skills and rich experience, he carefully selected the herbs and meticulously prepared the formula, each movement practiced and focused.
After preparing the herbs, he personally stood by the large pot, watching the water slowly boil, the herbs swirling and blending in the pot, releasing a fragrant aroma. Once the decoction was ready, he carefully ladled it out, gently blew on it to cool it, and then fed it to the children little by little. At first, the children frowned because of the bitterness of the decoction, but with Ye Jiuchen's gentle encouragement, they obediently drank it.
After a flurry of activity, Ye Jiuchen was utterly exhausted, but his eyes remained fixed on the children. Finally, the children's complexions regained their rosy hue, and their previously dim eyes regained some light. Only then did Ye Jiuchen's tense nerves relax slightly. He let out a long sigh and sat down to rest for a while.
Just then, an old man approached with faltering steps. He carried a bundle in his hands, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect. He knelt down before Ye Jiuchen with a thud. Ye Jiuchen quickly rose to help him up, but the old man stubbornly refused. His hands trembling, he handed the bundle to Ye Jiuchen, his voice choked with tears, saying gratefully, "My benefactor, you are truly the savior of our village! This contains some dry food and travel expenses. It's not much, but it's a small token of our village's gratitude. Thank you for saving our village and allowing us to live a peaceful life again."
Ye Jiuchen initially wanted to refuse; he practiced medicine and saved lives without ever expecting anything in return. But when he saw the sincere and earnest look in the old man's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He understood that this was more than just a gift; it represented the villagers' heartfelt gratitude. So, he solemnly accepted the bundle, bowed deeply to the old man and the villagers, and expressed his thanks.
After a short rest, Ye Jiuchen shouldered his medicine chest again and embarked on a new journey. Moonlight bathed him, outlining his resolute features. He knew that in this vast world, many illnesses and sufferings awaited his relief, and countless lives lay in darkness awaiting his redemption. Bearing the mission of a healer, he walked steadily towards the next village, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance under the moonlight.
Along the winding path, Ye Jiuchen walked alone, his steps hurried. His clothes fluttered in the wind, each step carrying determination and perseverance. For the past few days, he had traversed mountains and valleys, enduring wind and rain, sleeping outdoors. Under the blazing sun, he pressed on in the scorching heat, his clothes soaked with sweat; as night fell, he would find a sheltered corner to rest. The scenery flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but he had no time to appreciate it; only one belief remained in his mind: to find the next place that needed his help.
Several days later, a bustling town appeared before him. The town gates were teeming with people, a lively scene filled with shouts and laughter. Ye Jiuchen entered the town; the streets were bustling with traffic, lined with shops displaying a dazzling array of goods. He followed the flow of people, and soon arrived at the town's notice board. A large crowd had already gathered there, chatting and discussing amongst themselves.
Curious, Ye Jiuchen squeezed through the crowd to get a closer look. He saw a prominent notice posted on the signboard: the daughter of the city's richest man had fallen ill with a strange disease, and despite seeking medical help from various sources, her condition hadn't improved. Now, the richest man was offering a hefty reward for anyone who could cure his daughter's illness. Ye Jiuchen looked at the notice and pondered. Having practiced medicine for many years and witnessed all sorts of difficult cases, perhaps he could give it a try. With that thought, he unhesitatingly reached out and tore down the notice.
When someone answered the call to arms, the crowd cast curious glances—some surprised, some doubtful, and some expectant. Ye Jiuchen paid no heed to these stares. Guided by others, he arrived at the wealthy merchant's house. The merchant was already anxiously waiting inside. Upon seeing Ye Jiuchen, he rushed forward, his eyes filled with hope.
Ye Jiuchen followed the wealthy merchant to the young lady's boudoir. He found her lying quietly on the bed, her face ashen and bloodless, her breath weak, as if a gust of wind could extinguish her. Ye Jiuchen frowned slightly, his expression focused. He first carefully took her pulse, then observed her tongue and complexion. After his examination, his heart sank. In his many years of medical practice, he had never seen such a rare illness; conventional treatments were simply ineffective.
Ye Jiuchen paced back and forth in the room, lost in thought. His mind raced through various medical texts, considering every possible treatment plan. Suddenly, an ancient acupuncture technique flashed through his mind. This technique was extremely complex and risky, but now it was the only option left to try.
Ye Jiuchen took a deep breath to calm himself down and said to the wealthy merchant, "I have a way that might be worth a try, but the process will be somewhat dangerous. I hope you can understand." Although the wealthy merchant was uneasy, he had no other choice at the moment and could only nod in agreement.
Ye Jiuchen took out a set of silver needles from his medicine chest. These needles seemed to come alive in his hands. He slowly walked to the bedside and began to administer the acupuncture. His technique was skillful, each needle inserted with unparalleled precision. As the needles pierced the room, a sudden flash of light filled the room. Everyone was astonished, their eyes widening in disbelief at the scene before them.
Ye Jiuchen was completely focused, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he was not distracted at all. As the last needle was inserted, Qianjin's complexion gradually improved, a blush appeared on her originally pale cheeks, and her breathing became steady.
Upon seeing this, the wealthy merchant was overjoyed, his eyes filled with tears of excitement. He immediately ordered his servants to bring out a box of gold and silver jewelry, place it in front of Ye Jiuchen, and said, "My benefactor, you saved my daughter's life, this is all you deserve."
Ye Jiuchen looked at the gold and silver jewelry before him, smiled slightly, and politely declined, saying, "I heal the sick and save lives, not for money." He only took a few silver needles, put them in his medicine box, and said to the wealthy merchant, "These silver needles are more useful to me."