CH 5

Chapter 5: Wrong Answers



Readers who’ve read transmigration, quick transmigration or system stories know that if the fate of the character in the story is to be changed, it should be prevented before the character’s tragic fate has occurred. However, Song Qingshi had interpreted the problem as having already occurred, meaning that he had to save the character who had already suffered a tragic fate. His decision was off, thousands of miles off. 



In the original book, Yue Wuhuan only appeared three times:



The first time was when the protagonist shou had just been sold to Golden Phoenix Mountain Manor. He saw that unbearable scene of Yue Wuhuan being toyed with by the guests and his three views crumbled.



The second time, the protagonist had been harboring naïve delusions about his future. At Yue Wuhuan’s mockery and humiliation, he was forced to come to terms with his identity.



The third time was when Yue Wuhuan was taken out by Jin Feiren on to the Langgan stage to treat the guests and was accidentally torn apart by the demon tiger. Jin Feiren concealed the inside story of the demon tiger’s madness and treated it as a deliberately arranged game for the banquet. Using extreme fear, he shattered the protagonist’s last trace of dignity, making him completely surrender and become a plaything. 



In short, Yue Wuhuan was a small supporting character who exited the story early and to whom few lines were dedicated to. His debauchery was used to offset the protagonist shou’s beauty. Moreover, his beauty was that of an extravagant, gaudy flower soon to reach the point of decline. How can it possibly compare with the pure as jade and clean as ice and yet to bloom flower of the sunrise?



This was a super simple multiple choice question that every reader could do!



If the system were alive and proctoring the exam, it would have crawled out and knocked Song Qingshi, this blockhead, over the head.



Scholar-Tyrant Song was completely unaware that he had already digressed far too far from the topic. He still remained full of confidence, eager to take action, doing his utmost best, vowing to hand in a perfect score!



On the way back to the Medicine King’s Valley, Song Qingshi absorbed all the memories of the original body and integrated its massive knowledge of medicine and alchemy. There were rare and exotic herbs and miraculous medicines in the immortal realm. However, similar to traditional Chinese medicine, they knew only that it had amazing efficacy but did not know just where its wonder comes from.



Modern medicine conducts systematic research on traditional Chinese medicine, finding out the monarch-minister-auxiliary relationship within its components, extracting the useful composition of each medicine and then developing medicines that are both easier to take and more effective.



A female scientists won the Nobel Prize for this, benefiting the world. Song Qingshi’s focus was on modern medicine and this gave him a leap in thinking. He did not follow the traditional path of the immortal realm. He quickly found new ideas for solving many of the problems that the original body had failed to study. He will employ the Heaven Craft Pavilion to create substitutes of modern scientific instrument. He will analyze the effective ingredients in these immortal medicine, purify, research and maybe even conduct artificial synthesize… 



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Song Qingshi fully understood why the original body holed up at home, staying in such a immortal treasure trove. He too could spend his whole life holed up in there!



He could spend every day immersed in a sea of frenzied study and research. He could dedicate his life and soul to his favorite god of medicine. No one can send him back! 



Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan in his arms and the more he looked at him, the more he loved him.



This was the big treasure that had given him everything! He will do everything he can to save him, just like his parents used to treat himself before; indulging, doting, loving, giving him all the good things so that he can live a happy life like a prince in a fairy tale!



Song ‘A father's love is like a mountain‘ Qingshi was enormously proud of himself. He suppressed his excitement and immediately placed Yue Wuhuan in the side hall of his bedroom, doing everything himself. He first poured the elixir carefully with the crane-mouthed jar to re-energize the breath of life. Then he changed into white clothes, put on a homemade mask and found a pair of extremely thin animal skin gloves. After disinfection, using scissors, he gently cut off the blood-stuck gauze and feather skirt from Yue Wuhuan’s body and rinsed his wounds. He used very fine silkworm thread to sew them closed. Then he broke off his shackles and treated his wounds.



Song Qingshi’s movements were extremely gentle, extremely fast and barely touched any part of his skin. But Yue Wuhuan’s body was extremely sensitive. He twitched slightly and groaned a few times then fell asleep again. Song Qingshi took the opportunity to take some blood samples for analysis, and also performed a full-body scan of him using his mental probe. He was a good-tempered person but after seeing Yue Wuhuan’s disastrously ruined Dantian and meridians, he couldn’t help but darkly curse at those brutes. In his heart, he was pondering how he was going to explain the situation when Yue Wuhuan woke up. 



Song Qingshi was not good at communicating with strangers. He was able to make do when discussing his specialization but during idle conversations his thoughts would often jump and his words would fail to convey his idea. For example, everyone watched a popular men’s group selection variety show and was arguing over who was the male god?



He answered very sincerely that it was Asclepius, the god of medicine…



Song Qingshi hasn’t understood why everyone said he killed the conversation.



He thought hard for a long time and remembered that when his ALS was not so serious, he had gone to the hospital for an internship. His Senior brother knew that his junior had a social phobia and that when he goes to explain the patient’s condition to the patient, he would often stammer and get tongue-tied, unable to come out with what he had to say. And so, he specially taught him, “Try to get rid of all feelings and treat yourself as a medical machine. First write down the detailed case and treatment plan, then recite it with a smile and end with a comforting sentence.” Song Qingshi obtained this secret technique and practiced it in front of the teacher. Finally, he was not so nervous when facing patients. 



A hospital was a place for treatment and the Medicine King’s Valley was also a place for treatment. What was the difference?



Song Qingshi had an enlightenment and he immediately replaced Yue Wuhuan’s sheets and beddings with white ones commonly used in hospitals. He ordered the valley servant to make several sets of patient clothes and he put them on Yue Wuhuan by himself. He then placed a red wristband around his wrist to represent the patient’s critical condition. On the head of the bed, he hung a plate stating “Special Care” and the nursing instructions. Instantly, he felt that he had returned to the hospital and felt calm.



He was not at ease with the nursing skills of the valley servants and so, he took on the work of the nurse himself. He was careful and not afraid of getting tired or dirty. He wiped down Yue Wuhuan’s body and washed his face countless times a day. He fed him medicine and had him drink water. He even changed the bedclothes and dealt with all kinds of filth.



It was three days after that Yue Wuhuan woke up. He was confused and didn’t know where he was. He stared at the white gauze tent on the top of the bed, staying in a daze for a long time. He finally realized that he was still alive and he was feeling more relaxed than he had been in a long time. 



He closed his eyes, faintly recalling to mind the faint fragrance of medicine lingering in his nose and the hands that gently released the restraints for him in his dream. He took a deep breath, feeling reluctant to wake up and face this never-ending nightmare.



After an unknown length of time, Yue Wuhuan abruptly opened his eyes, remembering where he had smelled this medicinal fragrance. He slowly turned his head and looked at the round table next to him, only to see the Medicine King Xianzun concentrating on making alterations on the paper filled with cursive writing on the table. He was frowning severely, his expression serious, as through of something terrible. On the silver plate next to him was a familiar spirit bead. Evidently, he had been given to another guests to be played with.



Yue Wuhuan’s phoenix eyes shrank. The rumors of the perverse and evil deeds of the Medicine King Xianzun appeared in his mind but under the control of the spirit bead, fear or no fear, willingness or unwillingness had no significance.  Moreover, this broken and dilapidated body had long lost any worth of being cherished. He took a breath, gritted his teeth and struggled to get out of bed. However, a sharp pain stabbed his shoulder. The pain was so much, it made him dizzy and sent him falling straight back down. Song Qingshi allowed no distractions when he was studying. He heard the movement and realized that the patient was awake. He was afraid that Yue Wuhuan would move and re-open the wound. He quickly reprimanded with a stern tone, “You, go to bed right away! You are not allowed to get out of bed for ten days!”



This was the secret to success taught by the head nurse of the hospital. You have to be a bit strict with patients who would not follow their doctor’s advice. 



“Ten days?” Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He couldn’t help but give an Song Qingshi an assessing look. He felt even more that his appearance had a very deceptive quality. He had been entertaining guests for many years and he had grown accustomed to seeing all sorts of amorous scenes but he never would have guessed that this person’s skills between the sheets were that formidable…



Seeing that he was remaining dazed and unmoving, Song Qingshi put down the pen, walked over and picked him up with his own hands.



Yue Wuhuan hardened his heart. He stretched out his arms and gently hugged his neck, his hot fingertips touched slightly cool skin, as smooth as cold jade, the clear and clean medicinal scent wrapped gently around him just like in his dream. Yue Wuhuan’s mind couldn’t help but shake for a moment. In his heart, he ridiculed himself for still not learning to behave. Then, he resumed his usual posture and in a breathy tone filled with ambiguity, said, “I hope Xianzun will take pity…”



“Don’t worry, I will.” Song Qingshi carefully put him back on the bed then pulled over the quilt and tucked him in tightly. He solemnly instructed, “The Medicine King’s Valley is humid and cold. Yours is a mortal body so you must be careful not to catch a cold. Make sure to stay under the quilt. Keep your hands and feet tucked in. Don’t kick the quilt.” 



Yue Wuhuan had never seen this kind of trick used in bed and was a little at a loss.



“Right now, you are a patient. I will tell you about your condition,” Song Qingshi returned to the table, picked up the stack of papers covered entire in words. He nervously pushed non-existent glasses up the bridge of his nose. With a slight smile, be began to read aloud quickly in a very measured tone. “Patient name: Yue Wuhuan. There are three lacerations from the right shoulder to the chest, which are 18 cm, 14 cm and 12 cm long. The right shoulder bone is fractured, and the suprascapular artery has ruptured. There is a bruise on the right elbow. Both left and right wrists have tissue contusions. The left and right knee also have tissue contusions. Abrasions on both ankles; soft tissue lacerations on the skin of the buttocks. The body shows signs of drug abuse and there is possible drug addition. Do you understand?”



Yue Wuhuan only felt that his stiff smile was now looking very abnormal. Inwardly, the more he thought, the more confused he became. He nodded and pretended to understand.



“Good,” Song Qingshi felt that what he had said was both detailed and easy to understand. He began to recite the preliminary treatment plan. “Your Dantian and meridians have been destroyed, and your body is severely damaged. Strong medicine is not suitable for your current treatment, so you cannot take the Return of Spring Pill, Gather Breath and Disperse Pill, the All Creation Pill or the Bone Growth Pill. You must be treated with mortal medicine first, then treated with Six Meridians Rejuvenation medicated bath to nurse you back to health before then taking the Dragon Rising Pill and Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill.” 



Yue Wuhuan finally understood what he was saying. The Return of Spring Pill, Gather Breath and Disperse Pill and the Bone Growth Pill were common immortal medicines and he had also taken them when he had been seriously injured.



The All Creation Pill and the Rising Dragon Pill were worth thousands and he had heard that the Jade Pearl Tower’s Lord had used it for his own heart’s treasure.



He had no idea what the Six Meridians Rejuvenation medicated bath was but the Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill was a treasure of the immortal world. It was made from ten thousand year blood lotuses. There were only nine in the world and the location of most of them were unknown. All he knew was that the Xuanji Palace Lord had used one and he broke through to Fen Shen; that the Fluttering Snow Fortress’ Lord, killed his wide and Daoist companion to seize this treasure in a secret realm; one appeared at the Rare Treasure Pavilion auction, and was won by the owner of the East Sea Langya Pavilion using hundreds of thousands of high-grade spirit stones. For some reason, Qin Feiren was unable to participate in that auction, and was heartbroken. He considered it a lifelong regret and talked about it often.



In mortal terms, it would be like if someone saved a completely unknown beggar from the side of the road, saying that he would give him brocade and rare delicacies, a golden house, a jade horse and millions upon millions worth of fortune. Finally, he said that he would also pass on the jade seal of the country and all the land under heaven to him. Only an utter idiot would believe such an inferior trick. 



Yue Wuhuan laughed. His heart turned cold. He was now certain that Song Qingshi was playing ‘coax the slave’ with him.



He had also encountered many such hypocritical sweet talkers, pretending to bemoan the state of the universe and pity the fate of mankind. In the end, all they wanted was to coax this slaves to play a game of mutual consent and undying love. In the end, they still lusted after his filthy body.



Song Qingshi was still reciting his final closing words, “No need to worry, as long as you follow the doctor’s orders and cooperate with the treatment, you will be cured.”



“Yes,” Yue Wuhuan’s phoenix eyes revealed a bit of flattery and he replied in a languid voice, “This slave shall depend everything on Xianzun…” 



“Almost forgot,” Song Qingshi looked into his eyes and suddenly remembered something. He put on the animal skin gloves once again. He picked up a luminous bead the size of a goose egg and placed it in a strange long tube-type lamp. He then sat on the side of the bed, leaned over and looked Yue Wuhuan. He said, seriously, “It may be a little uncomfortable, please bear with me.”



Yue Wuhuan laughed mockingly at himself. He let a look of desire seep through his phoenix eyes. He then softened his body and waited for this new play.



Song Qingshi stretched out his hand and pushed Yue Wuhuan’s eyelids apart, forcing his eye open, illuminating the inside with the luminous bead. After a long and careful inspection, he whispered, “The problem of the lacrimal secretion system is not outwardly visible, so I will still have to do a colored dye inspection…”



Yue Wuhuan: “???”