OBS Chapter 345
Chapter 345
Sure enough, just as they were intently observing the surrounding herbs, a gigantic, venomous spider descended from the sky like a ghost. In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, the atmosphere becoming extremely tense. Without hesitation, Lu Muchuan stepped forward, quickly shielding Dongfang Wan'er behind him. His eyes were filled with unwavering determination and fearlessness, like a solid fortress, vowing to protect his companion's safety to the death.
Ye Jiuchen quickly regained his composure, his eyes sharpening like an eagle's. In that critical moment, he swiftly drew his ever-present silver needles, flicking his wrist, and the needles shot like arrows into the gleaming eyes of the poisonous spider. Attacked, the spider went berserk, brandishing its thick, long legs and launching a fierce attack. Ye Jiuchen, agile and nimble, dodged and weaved through the spider's attacks, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike. After a fierce exchange, he finally spotted the spider's vital point, and with a resolute force, plunged the silver needles down precisely. The spider struggled a few times before collapsing to the ground, incapacitated.
The three breathed a sigh of relief and continued deeper into the valley. Before long, an astonishing scene unfolded before them: a mystical blue herb, shimmering with a mysterious light, grew quietly beside a mountain wall. The blue light was dreamlike and ethereal, seemingly containing boundless vitality and power. Ye Jiuchen trembled slightly with excitement. He knew this herb had miraculous effects in treating many incurable diseases; if he could bring it out of the valley, he didn't know how many lives he could save from the brink of death.
Just as he was joyfully preparing to pick it, a phantom figure suddenly appeared. It was the spirit that had guarded this immortal herb for a hundred years. Its eyes revealed a sense of majesty and warning, and it coldly said, "This immortal herb is a treasure of heaven and earth, and cannot be taken lightly unless they can answer a question about its pharmacology."
Ye Jiuchen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He usually studied pharmacology diligently, and now this knowledge flooded his mind like a tide. Faced with the questions posed by the spirit, he was confident and answered fluently, each answer accurate, demonstrating his profound medical expertise and solid knowledge base.
Upon hearing Ye Jiuchen's reply, the spirit's eyes gradually softened, replaced by admiration. It nodded slightly, acknowledging the three's abilities and sincerity, and allowed them to take the immortal herb. Ye Jiuchen carefully plucked the herb, stored it away discreetly, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.
Carrying this precious herb, the three left the mysterious valley and set off without stopping for the next place ravaged by the plague. With the herb's help, they felt as if they possessed a sharp sword to defeat the disease, and their hearts were filled with even greater confidence and courage. They knew that the road ahead might still be rugged and arduous, but they bore the mission of saving all living beings and would continue to move forward fearlessly, writing their own legend of saving the world, letting the light of hope illuminate every dark corner.
When Lu Muchuan, Ye Jiuchen, and Dongfang Wan'er arrived at the plague-stricken area after a long journey, the scene before them was as sinister and terrifying as hell itself, far worse than they had imagined along the way. The entire city was shrouded in the shadow of death, and the streets and alleys were filled with an atmosphere of decay and despair. The painful groans of the sick mingled together, like an endless lament, echoing in their ears from all directions. The people were all emaciated and withered, their eyes empty and hopeless, lying helplessly in cold street corners and under dilapidated eaves, each weak breath a final struggle against death.
Without hesitation, Lu Muchuan swiftly directed everyone to set up a temporary clinic in an open area of the city. His posture was upright, his eyes firm and calm, as he methodically arranged various tasks: moving medicinal herbs, setting up beds, and dividing areas—everything proceeded smoothly under his direction. Ye Jiuchen, meanwhile, plunged into the simple makeshift pharmacy, his eyes fixed on the medicinal herbs on the table, intently studying how to prepare the medicine. His slender fingers gently picked up a herb, carefully examining its color and texture, his brow furrowing slightly as he fell into deep thought. Dongfang Wan'er, like the warm spring sun, moved among the patients, gently wiping the sweat from their brows, softly soothing their anxieties. Her gentle voice seemed to possess a magical power, allowing those suffering to temporarily forget their pain and find a moment of solace.
Initially, they relied on the miraculous effects of the herb to alleviate the symptoms of some patients. However, as the number of patients increased, the herb became increasingly scarce. Ye Jiuchen frowned, pacing back and forth in the pharmacy. Finally, he made up his mind to try using the herb as a guide, combined with locally available medicinal materials, to create a new formula. He stayed by the medicine furnace tirelessly, adjusting the proportions of the herbs again and again, trying new combinations time and time again. The flames in the furnace burned fiercely, reflecting his tired yet resolute face. After countless failures and attempts, finally, a strange medicinal fragrance wafted from the furnace, and a medicine that could be mass-produced and was effective was successfully prepared.
As the medicine was distributed bottle by bottle, the patients' conditions gradually improved, and a glimmer of life began to appear in the city. But just when everyone thought the epidemic was about to be conquered, a rumor spread like a venomous snake. Some said their medicine would turn people into walking corpses, causing them to lose their minds. This rumor, like a plague, quickly spread among the terrified people, and panic gripped the nation. Many refused to take the medicine, and the newly ignited flame of hope seemed on the verge of being extinguished.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the three did not lose heart. Ye Jiuchen stepped forward, standing in the city square with samples of the medicine in his hand, explaining the pharmacology to the people in a simple and easy-to-understand way. His voice was steady and powerful, his eyes revealing determination and confidence, explaining complex medical knowledge in simple and easy-to-understand language, trying to dispel everyone's doubts. Lu Muchuan, on the other hand, traveled around, finding those patients who had recovered, and asked them to share their experiences. Those who had once been tormented by the epidemic and were now reborn told everyone their stories with tears in their eyes. Their words were like a warm spring breeze, gradually dispelling the fear in people's hearts. Dongfang Wan'er also worked tirelessly, going into every household, patiently persuading those who still had concerns. Her eyes were full of concern and sincerity, and every word she spoke came from the bottom of her heart, touching people's hearts.