Chapter 7, Healing Illnesses

It is important to note that during the Great Qian Dynasty, there was a preference for martial pursuits over literary ones, making it quite difficult to find so many books

Qin Jian'an initially wanted to offer some words of comfort, but he did not know how to begin. He could only say, "Take care," and then he glanced at the burlap in his hand, reluctantly stuffing it back into his waistband.

Qing'er left in response, and the others were astonished. In the study, there were dozens of bookshelves, housing countless volumes. How could Qin Feng remember the locations of the books so clearly?

Qin Feng on the bed was in extreme discomfort, only able to moan and struggle continuously. The elderly physician Song, with his head full of gray hair, was still over there constantly examining the whites of his eyes, while his upper body was covered with silver needles of varying lengths, resembling a hedgehog.

Dr. Song immediately shook his head: "Those who suffer from hysteria often claim that they are not ill, Master Qin, this statement is not credible"

The current issue is that he has already memorized most of the books in the study, so where can he find the remaining books

Qin Feng shuddered all over; if that were truly the case, would he fight back with all his might or silently endure it with his eyes closed

"Is that really the case? No, it’s impossible. I have also studied the book 'Miscellaneous Discussions on Diseases' and do not recall any such description." The physician Song's expression changed; how could an experienced doctor admit that he was inferior to others!

However, amidst the excitement, Qin Feng caught a glimpse of himself out of the corner of his eye; at that moment, he could not be associated with the slightest bit of handsomeness.

He turned his head to look at Dr. Song, and suddenly a glimmer of golden light flashed in his eyes; in an instant, he grasped the condition of the other party's body.

What a joke

What should I do to treat this...?

The book fell to the ground, causing Dr. Song to stumble.

He clearly saw the waterfall filled with literary energy, and he also clearly saw the waterfall suddenly radiating white light, but why did the literary energy shrink to one-tenth of its original size in an instant

"Miss Cang, is my son's soul damaged?" Qin Jianan asked

I did not expect that after decades of studying medicine, I would still be inferior to... Master Qin and Young Master Qin, whose thoughts are so clear. It seems that there is indeed no hysteria. I shall take my leave first.

Qin Feng stared wide-eyed, "Quack doctor, you quack doctor!"

It's all right; if the situation is not right, I will put the cloth back! Qin Jianan took out a piece of burlap from his pocket, revealing an eager expression.

Wait! Qin Feng spoke up to stop, realizing that no matter how he argued at this moment, it would be futile; he had to think of a way to prove himself

And the book is done

The result, surprisingly, is exactly in the same position as Qin Feng described

Before long, Qing'er retrieved "A Miscellany of Diseases"

Let me do it! Qin Jianan pulled out a thick hemp rope, about the width of a wrist, from somewhere and secured Qin Feng to the bed, immediately revealing a satisfied smile on his face

But what if the cloth is taken out, and the elder brother goes mad and bites his tongue to commit suicide? Qin An expressed his unease

It is truly perplexing

The old man suggested that Young Master Qin be tied to the bed in this manner, and that they observe him for a few more days. Once Young Master Qin's condition improves, they can then loosen the bindings.

Er Niang felt it was reasonable, but thought that a single piece of white cloth was not sufficiently sturdy, so she added another piece of black cloth.

Ah, the so-called pulse is slow and tranquil, the blood does not nourish the sweat, the tongue appears pale, the blood does not nourish the liver; this is clearly a manifestation of deficiency in both qi and blood.

Qin An stated that the reason for using white cloth to block the view was due to the fear that his elder brother might go mad and bite his tongue to commit suicide

The struggle became increasingly intense, with continuous muffled sounds emanating from the mouth.

Little did they know, the other party changed the subject: "However, based on your description, Young Master Qin's spirit seems to be unsettled, exhibiting strange behavior and speaking nonsensically. It is very likely that he has suffered from excessive fright recently and has developed hysteria.

The elderly man with a head full of white hair shook his head and said, "I have examined Young Master Qin, and everything is normal"

Cang Feilan shook his head upon hearing this: "All three souls and seven spirits are intact and have not been harmed"

The cloth in his mouth was removed, and Qin Feng let out a heavy sigh. To prevent himself from being misunderstood as having hysteria, he made a great effort to steady his voice: "Father, Mother, Second Brother, I am not ill. At that moment, I truly touched the threshold of the Wensheng Ninth Rank, which is why I shouted in excitement. You must believe me."

If you want to determine whether what I said is incorrect, just wait and see. Qing'er, go to the library. Upon entering, the third bookshelf on the right, fourth row, take the seventh book placed on top.

Qin Feng nodded vigorously

Dr. Song was taken aback, and immediately stammered, "How did you know!"

Qin Feng nodded vigorously, indicating his approval; this old man can be considered somewhat skilled in medicine

Qin Jianan originally wanted to add another piece, but after several attempts, he realized that it truly could not fit. He could only shake his head in regret, as if he, the head of the family, had been overshadowed...

Does this not imply that in order to truly fill the waterfall, one must memorize at least 90,000 volumes of books

"Doctor Song, have you noticed anything?" Second Lady asked anxiously

At that moment, Qin Feng suddenly noticed that Cang Fei Lan, the demon-slaying officer invited by his father, was standing motionless in the center of the room, her pale blue eyes fixed on him the entire time

That can only be the case

Doctor Song, do you often experience cold hands and feet at night, along with dizziness and a feeling of heat? Sometimes, do you feel dizzy when you squat down and then stand up?

What is this situation? Has she finally been captivated by my handsome appearance?

Dr. Song still felt somewhat incredulous; he slowly opened the book, while the others also looked on with curiosity, leaning in to glimpse the pages.

Qin Feng felt a bit excited, after all, a stunning beauty like Cang Fei Lan, with her graceful demeanor, was exactly to his taste

Qin Feng said confidently: "Doctor Song, turn to page thirty-seven and see what is written on the seventh line."

Qin Feng's lips curled slightly: "It is quite simple. According to what is mentioned in 'Miscellaneous Discussions on Diseases', for a situation like yours, you should use five qian of Tian Nan Xing, one and a half qian of Bai He, two qian of Tu Chou Xing Ma, and one liang of Xia Ku Cao, using Kuan Dong Hua as a medicinal guide. Then, repeatedly decoct with both gentle and vigorous fire, and finally boil eight bowls of water down to one bowl, ensuring that the medicine will cure the ailment."

Upon witnessing this, Qin Feng finally let out a sigh of relief. At that moment, a strand of literary energy in his spiritual sea suddenly intensified, approximately increasing to ten times its previous volume. This unexpected change left him greatly astonished

Qin Feng lay on the bed, with his hands and feet tightly bound, and his mouth stuffed with two pieces of cloth, one black and one white

No wonder there are people in the Great Qian Dynasty who study the teachings of the Sage of Literature. To memorize ten thousand volumes of books thoroughly, it would take at least ten years of effort. As for a hundred thousand volumes... by the time one has them all memorized perfectly, one would already be half a foot in the grave

After harboring complaints in his heart, Qin Feng managed to calm his emotions. After all, with these eyes of his, even if he were to read ninety thousand volumes of books, it would only take him a little over ten days.

A terrifying thought suddenly emerged, could it be that she ... ? ... has some sort of special preference

At that moment, Cang Feilan suddenly spoke up: "I believe he has something to say. Why not remove the cloth from his mouth, listen to what he has to say, and then make a judgment?"

This is the literary style found in the book "Miscellaneous Talks on Diseases"

Seeing this, Dr. Song hurriedly called out: "Quick, hold him down, his condition has relapsed!"

Qin Feng felt a deep sense of grievance, yet he had no way to express his suffering, so he could only vent all his frustration onto the literary waterfall in the Divine Sea

I think so too, shall I stuff the burlap in his mouth

Not to mention anything else, just the pair of long legs wrapped in dark greenish-black pants is enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime without getting tired of it