SFS The handwriting in Chapter 43 is a bit messy, but it's alright.
The handwriting in Chapter 43 is a bit messy, but it's alright.
The truth came out, and a commotion arose in the crowd.
Some people cursed Huichuntang for being despicable, some praised Guangjitang for its superb medical skills, and most people surrounded Jiang Xun, asking him who he was and how he saw through the deception.
Jiang Xun was overwhelmed by the questions, so he quickly handed the person over to the yamen runners who had rushed over after hearing the news, and hid in the clinic.
Yu Xiaoyi followed him in, and the way she looked at him was different than before. Gone was the previous defiant spirit; instead, there was something more indescribable about it.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How...how did you tell that person was faking their death?"
Jiang Xun picked up his teacup, took a sip, and chuckled, "I read it in a book."
"What book?"
"From 'Miscellaneous Treatises on Strange Diseases.' It says there's a medicine that makes a person limp and lifeless after taking it, only waking up after twelve hours." He paused, a sly glint in his eyes. "Besides, look at those people—loud voices, but not a single tear. They're putting on a show of mourning without shedding a tear, who are they trying to fool?"
Yu Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment.
He knew that book was on his grandfather's bookshelf.
I flipped through it when I was a kid, and it did mention a drug to fake death. But my mind was completely blank just now, and I couldn't remember it at all.
But this person...
"And what about the acupuncture technique?" Yu Xiaoyi asked again, a hint of resentment rising in her voice. "Those needles you just used were at Jiuwei, Juque, and Shenque—that's the 'Three Awakening Needles.' Who taught you that?"
Jiang Xun blinked, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I learned it by stealing it."
"Stealing knowledge?"
"Well..." Jiang Xun scratched his head, "When Lao Yu was giving me acupuncture, he was chanting the acupoints as he inserted the needles. I have a good memory, so I memorized them as I listened. Later, I tried it on myself a few times when I had nothing to do..."
Yu Xiaoyi stared wide-eyed, as if looking at a madman.
"You stabbed yourself?"
"Gently, gently!" Jiang Xun quickly waved his hand, "Just a few stabs to the arms and legs, not any vital points."
Yu Xiaoyi opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. This guy is too audacious.
But then again—those needles were inserted so steadily and accurately, with just the right amount of force, that they were clearly trained.
In just half a month, by simply listening and messing around with himself, he managed to get to this level?
Yu Xiaoyi looked at Jiang Xun, his eyes filled with an even deeper complex emotion.
It's true that I'm not convinced, but it's also true that I am convinced.
"You..." He had just opened his mouth when a voice came from behind him.
"Alright, stop asking."
The two turned around and saw that Old Yu had appeared out of nowhere, holding a teapot, and leisurely sat down at the stone table.
Yu Xiaoyi quickly went over: "Grandpa, where did you go just now? You weren't here when those people were causing trouble—"
"I'll have some tea in the back." Old Yu took a sip, squinting his eyes. "Do I really need to handle such a small matter?"
Yu Xiaoyi: "..."
Jiang Xun couldn't help but laugh.
Old Yu put down the teapot, looked at Jiang Xun, and said with a hint of approval in his eyes, "Kid, you have a good eye."
Jiang Xun chuckled: "You flatter me."
"However—" Old Yu changed the subject, his smile fading slightly, "that's incredibly audacious."
Jiang Xun was taken aback.
Old Yu stood up, walked over to him, and poked his chest lightly with a finger: "Those needles you just received, the three needles to wake you up, that's correct. But do you know that there's a specific technique to this acupuncture?"
Jiang Xun shook his head.
"The Three Awakening Needles are inserted into three acupoints on the Ren meridian. Jiuwei is on the chest, Juque is on the heart, and Shenque is on the navel. These three needles must be inserted lightly and steadily. If there is the slightest mistake, it will not save a person, but kill them."
Old Yu looked at him, his gaze turning serious.
"You inserted the needle too deep just now, by half a bit."
Jiang Xun's heart skipped a beat.
"That guy was lucky, nothing happened to him. If you had made the wrong choice, you would be the one lying there today, not him."
Jiang Xun opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Seeing him like this, Lao Yu suddenly smiled, his serious expression vanished, and he returned to being the leisurely old man.
"Alright, don't be scared." He patted Jiang Xun on the shoulder. "It's good that you can see it and dare to take action. But learning medicine can't be rushed. It's good that you can read books quickly, but it's not enough to just read them; you have to practice little by little."
He paused, then said, "Starting tomorrow, you must stop grinding herbs."
Jiang Xun was taken aback: "Then what should I do?"
"Help Xiao Yi with his hands." Old Yu gestured towards Yu Xiao Yi with his chin. "When he dispenses medicine, you watch; when he treats patients, you learn. Take it one step at a time and build a solid foundation first."
Jiang Xun blinked and turned to look at Yu Xiaoyi.
Yu Xiaoyi stood to the side, his face expressionless. But this time, he didn't snort as usual, nor did he turn his face away.
"Alright then." Jiang Xun nodded, but he was overjoyed. Learning medicine and treating illnesses was something he never dared to dream of before.
Life suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Xun gets up before dawn every day.
He no longer grinds herbs; instead, he assists Yu Xiaoyi.
Although I was called an assistant, I actually just stood by and watched—watching him take pulses, ask questions, write prescriptions, and prepare and pack medicines. His movements were quick and efficient.
Yu Xiaoyi initially kept a straight face and didn't pay much attention to him.
But Jiang Xun was too sweet-talking; he called Yu Xiaoyi "Brother Xiaoyi" every three sentences and "You are truly a divine doctor reincarnated" every five, making Yu Xiaoyi's lips twitch.
Despite the annoyance, Yu Xiaoyi would still chat with him from time to time when they went to the doctor.
"This pulse is weak and tight, indicating a cold exterior syndrome, and we should use Ephedra Decoction."
"This person's social connections are unreliable, indicating internal damp-heat. They need to take Yin Chen Hao Tang (Artemisia capillaris decoction)."
"This guy..." He paused, leaned closer to smell him, "He drank too much. Just let him go home and get some sleep."
Jiang Xun listened attentively, taking notes as he went, and occasionally asking a question.
Why is ephedra used for colds caused by wind and cold?
"Ephedra induces sweating and relieves exterior symptoms, expelling the cold."
"Then why not use cassia twigs?"
"Cinnamon twigs also relieve exterior symptoms, but they are warm in nature and suitable for mild cases of wind-cold. This person has severe cold, so ephedra should be used."
Jiang Xun nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
Yu Xiaoyi glanced at him and suddenly felt that this person wasn't so annoying after all.
At least he's willing to learn.
There were an unusually large number of people coming to see the doctor that day, forming a long queue.
Yu Xiaoyi was so busy she barely had time to breathe, while Jiang Xun was handing her medicine, water, and towels, and was also exhausted.
After working until noon, Yu Xiaoyi finally managed to catch her breath when she suddenly said, "Come this afternoon."
Jiang Xun was taken aback: "What are you coming for?"
"see a doctor."
Jiang Xun thought he had misheard: "Me?"
"Yes, you come here." Yu Xiaoyi looked at him with the demeanor of a strict teacher. "There's a patient this afternoon with simple symptoms. You take a look first, and I'll see if your diagnosis is correct."
Jiang Xun blinked, suddenly a little nervous: "This... isn't this a bad idea? What if we make a wrong diagnosis..."
"I'll cover for you if you're wrong," Yu Xiaoyi interrupted him. "You want to learn, right? What's the use of just watching? You have to do it yourself."
Jiang Xun looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Okay."
The patient who came in the afternoon was an old man, around sixty years old, who said he had back pain.
Jiang Xun sat down at the table and pretended to ask him to extend his hand and place three fingers on it.
The pulse is slippery and slightly rough.
He thought for a moment and asked, "How long has it been hurting?"
"It's been three or four years," the old man said. "It's never fully recovered, and recently the pain has gotten really bad again."
"How does it hurt?"
"It's... aching and tingling, sometimes like being pricked with needles."
Jiang Xun nodded, asked a few more questions, and then said, "This is an old injury, compounded by cold entering the meridians. You need to warm the meridians, unblock the channels, and promote blood circulation to remove blood stasis."
He paused, glancing at Yu Xiaoyi standing beside him.
Yu Xiaoyi remained expressionless, making it impossible to tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.
Jiang Xun forced himself to continue, "I'll prescribe a formula for you—Angelica pubescens, Taxillus chinensis, Gentiana macrophylla, Saposhnikovia divaricata, Asarum heterotropoides, Ligusticum chuanxiong... Take five doses first, and come back in five days so I can see how it goes."
The old man nodded and thanked him repeatedly.
Yu Xiaoyi watched from the side, and only came over after he finished writing the prescription, looking down at it.
After watching for a while, he looked up at Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun asked nervously, "How did it go?"
Yu Xiaoyi was silent for three breaths, then said, "The handwriting is a bit ugly, but it's alright."