LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 73 - 73: Body Yin Cold and Qi Blood Hot
Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Body Yin Cold and Qi Blood Hot
The wind in the alley blew leisurely, its high walls and carved eaves worn by the years and the elements.
An Jing carried his small medicine box on his back, walking slowly through the streets.
Suddenly, he halted, subconsciously touching his medicine box.
“Hmm?”
A figure standing in the distance frowned slightly, “Could it be that this young doctor has noticed me?”
Upon further thought, it seemed impossible; how could this unremarkable young doctor be aware of his presence?
Yet An Jing became increasingly certain, ever since his return from Fa Xi Temple, he had felt someone was following him.
“Why is someone tracking me? Could it be that my identity has been exposed?”
An Jing pondered. To ascertain his identity, the power behind it must be extraordinary. Fearful of making a move and alarming the enemy, he quickly realized that the person tracking him was merely watching from a distance, seemingly monitoring him.
“Impossible, I couldn’t possibly have been discovered….”
An Jing murmured to himself, then casually continued walking through the alley.
“Indeed he hasn’t noticed.”
Observing this, the expert from Human Sect couldn’t help but mock himself, “It seems I’ve been too suspicious.”
Mazi Lane was well-known as a slum in Yu State City, with its entrance flanked by clay houses built of yellow mud, the air carrying a musty smell.
At the end of the alley stood two dilapidated shacks with broken tiles.
An Jing arrived at the door and knocked on the wooden gate.
“Thump, thump!”
A voice came from inside.
“Coming.”
The wooden door creaked open to reveal a gaunt, hunched middle-aged man.
His hair was unkempt, his clothes very tattered.
This man was He Ping, a dock worker who had visited the pharmacy that morning.
Dock workers, who loaded and unloaded goods at the wharf, had it better if they were hired by the Cao Gang or Sanhu Gang, earning thirty percent more wages and enjoying more stable work, although they had to pay some gang dues.
If they were not protected by a gang, they would make only eighty copper coins a day and were sometimes subjected to the overseer’s insults and whipping.
Upon seeing An Jing, a glint of hope appeared in He Ping’s otherwise dim eyes: “Young Doctor An, you’ve finally arrived. My wife coughed up blood again just a moment ago.”
Coughing up blood?
An Jing hurried inside upon hearing this.
“Cough, cough, cough…..”
As soon as he entered the room, a series of coughs assaulted his ears, and he saw a little girl with tearful eyes lying by the bedside.
In the bed lay a pale-faced woman, with a piece of white cloth in her hand stained with fresh blood.
An Jing approached the bed and frowned, “Didn’t you say it was just a bit of chill this morning?”
Upon hearing this, He Ping stammered, “It… it was a chill, but somehow she started coughing up blood.”
“How long has she been coughing?” An Jing continued to inquire.
“Five days,” He Ping replied softly.
“Five days?”
An Jing furrowed his brows and couldn’t help but sigh softly. After years of treating illnesses, he had come to realize that there was indeed a kind of disease called poverty.
To save copper coins, they do not dare to fall ill, and even if they do, they are afraid to seek medical advice, believing these to be minor issues or simply lacking the money for a doctor.
They can only lie in bed and wait for death.
This not only wears down those about to die but also tortures those still alive.
He did not harbor any grand desire to save the world, but felt that since he had witnessed it, he ought to save anyone he could, just so he could sleep at night with a clear conscience.
As An Jing frowned, He Ping could not help but bow his head in guilt.
“Cough, cough, cough… it’s… it’s that I didn’t think it was a big problem, don’t blame me… cough, cough, cough,” the woman in bed coughed out.
An Jing took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, then placed his fingers on the woman’s pulse.
As soon as he touched her pulse, a cold sensation was transmitted.
“So cold, but the blood is still warm…..”
An Jing raised his eyebrow.
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San Niang’s whole body was frigid, and she kept coughing, but fortunately, her vitality was warm, retaining a trace of Yang Energy.
Such a condition indicates that her body was filled with a significant amount of cold energy, resembling the situation of Miss Cao Ling’er from the Cao Family.
Cao Ling’er was invaded by Yin Evil Qi, while San Niang’s condition wasn’t as bad as hers, it seemed she was only tainted by Yin Evil Qi. However, San Niang’s vitality wasn’t as strong as Cao Ling’er’s, making her symptoms appear even more severe.
After a while, An Jing slowly retracted his fingers.
“Doctor An, what’s the situation?” He Ping asked anxiously.
“Doctor, please save my mother,” the young girl cried out.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious.”
An Jing touched the girl’s head and smiled, “Later, go to Jishi Hall and get some herbal medicine. However, her body is weak, she needs to recuperate for about a month…”
The imbalance of Yin Yang Qi, by expelling the excess Yin Energy and then supplementing some Yang Energy, should suffice. San Niang’s condition was much milder compared to Cao Ling’er, so taking ordinary herbal medicine could achieve this effect.
“Thank you, Doctor An.”
On hearing this, a heavy stone in He Ping’s heart finally fell, and he patted the girl’s back, urging, “Little one, quickly thank Doctor An.”
The girl, her heart buoyed by An Jing’s words and encouraged by her father, knelt down in gratitude, “Thank you, Doctor An, thank you.”
“Get up, there’s no need for such formality.”
An Jing quickly helped the girl to her feet, then asked, “Has San Niang recently visited Fa Xi Temple as well?”
He Ping was slightly stunned, then after some thought, shook his head, “No, San Niang has always been working at the Bright Moon Tavern and hasn’t left Yu State City much recently.”
An Jing nodded, feeling increasingly puzzled in his heart.
At that moment, He Ping instructed, “Jiang Grandpa will be coming over later, you’ll open the door for him then.”
“Dad, I know,” the girl nodded obediently.
“Doctor An, please wait for me for a moment. I’ll ask Uncle Jiang next door to watch over things,” He Ping turned and said apologetically.
“No problem, as long as it’s not too long,” An Jing waved his hand nonchalantly.
On hearing this, He Ping dashed out the door, as if afraid of delaying Doctor An for even a second.
“Doctor An, please have some water.”
Just then, the girl came over carefully with a bowl of water, her large eyes filled with childish innocence.
“Alright.”
An Jing took the bowl, and spotting the chipped edge of the porcelain, he was momentarily taken aback as he looked at the girl, still so childlike.
His mind couldn’t help but recall an event from the third year of Xingping, when a little girl about the same age had come to him. In a flash, ten years had gone by.
How time flies.
“Such a good girl, don’t worry, your mother will be well soon,” An Jing said with a smile after taking a sip of water.
“Doctor An, I am back,” He Ping’s voice came from outside the door, with an old man by his side.
The elder’s face was wrinkled, his eyes cloudy, a smile spread across his face, and his clothes were very neat.
At his side, He Ping said, “This is Grandpa Jiang, who lives next door to me. He usually feeds horses at the racetrack, but he’s resting today. And this is Doctor An from Jishi Hall, a renowned doctor in Yu State.”
“I’ve met Doctor An,” Grandpa Jiang said with a smile, saluting An Jing with a bow.
“You are too kind, Grandpa Jiang.”
An Jing returned the gesture, feeling like he had seen the old man somewhere before. Just then, the Earth Book in his mind flashed a black light.
“Notice: There is a black opportunity near the host.”
On seeing the notice from the Earth Book, An Jing’s expression shifted slightly.
“Doctor An, what is the matter?” Grandpa Jiang noticed the change and couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s nothing, I just feel a sense of familiarity with Grandpa Jiang,” An Jing adjusted his emotions before responding.
Grandpa Jiang laughed heartily, stroking his beard, “Doctor An really is a man of high status who forgets things easily. Last year, when the Sima barracks were struck with an epidemic, it was me who guided you there upon He Ping’s request.”
“So it was,” An Jing remembered, then turned to He Ping, “It’s getting late, and I have other patients to see this afternoon.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll go get the medicine right now,” He Ping said hurriedly, “Grandpa Jiang, I’ll trouble you to look after things here for a bit.”
Grandpa Jiang pinched the girl’s cheek, his face brimming with contentment, “Don’t worry, with me here looking after things and little Ya to keep me company, I’m more than happy.”
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