Chapter 7: Treating the Illness

Chapter 7: Treating the Illness

Qin Feng was lying on the bed, his hands and feet were tightly tied, and his mouth was stuffed with black and white pieces of cloth.

Qin An explained that the reason for the white cloth was to prevent his brother from biting his tongue and committing suicide in his madness.

Second Madam thought it made sense and felt one piece of white cloth wasn’t secure enough, so she added another black piece.

Originally, Qin Jian’an also wanted to add one more piece, but after several attempts, he found it was genuinely impossible. He shook his head regretfully, as if he, the head of the family, had been outdone.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

Qin Feng felt extremely uncomfortable. He could only make muffled sounds while struggling continuously. Physician Song, with his hair completely white, was checking his eyes. His upper body was also full of various lengths of silver needles, making him look like a hedgehog.

Feeling deeply wronged, Qin Feng couldn’t express his bitterness. He could only vent his frustration on the Literary Qi waterfall in his spiritual sea!

He clearly saw the waterfall being filled with Literary Qi, and he even witnessed the emergence of white light. But why did the Literary Qi suddenly shrink to one-tenth of its size?

Does this mean that to truly fill the waterfall, he needs to memorize at least ninety thousand volumes of books?

What a joke!

No wonder in the Great Qin Dynasty, few people studied the ways of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage. Memorizing ten thousand volumes of books would take at least a dozen years, let alone a hundred thousand volumes. By the time someone memorizes a hundred thousand volumes, they would be on the brink of death!

After venting his complaints, Qin Feng calmed down a bit. After all, with his eyes, memorizing another ninety thousand volumes of books would only take a couple of weeks.

The problem now was, where could he find the remaining books? Qin Feng had already memorized quite a lot from the family’s library. Where else could he find such a vast number of books?

Just then, Qin Feng suddenly noticed Cang Feilan, the demon slayer, who had been summoned by his father. She had been standing motionless in the corner of the room, her pale blue eyes fixed on him from start to finish.

What’s going on? Could it be that she’s finally captivated by my handsome appearance?

Qin Feng felt a little excited. After all, a woman as stunning as Cang Feilan was exactly his type!

Not to mention anything else, just her long legs wrapped in dark trousers were something he could play with for a lifetime!

But in his excitement, Qin Feng glanced at himself from the corner of his eye. At this moment, he looked far from handsome.

A terrifying thought suddenly occurred to him. Could she have some peculiar fetish?

A shiver ran down Qin Feng’s spine. If that were true, should he resist with all his might, or simply endure it silently?

Such a dilemma!

“Physician Song, do you often have cold hands and feet at night, dizziness, and sometimes feel lightheaded when you sit down and stand up again?”

Physician Song looked surprised and stammered, “How did you know?”

“Heh, a slow pulse and a pale tongue indicating the liver lacks nourishment – it’s clearly a sign of weakened qi and blood.”

“In that case, how should I treat it?”

Qin Feng smirked, “It’s simple. According to the description in the book ‘Miscellaneous Discussions on Various Diseases,’ for someone with your symptoms, you should use five qian of Sarracenia, one and a half qian* of lily, two qian of earthworm star hemp, one liang* of summer dried herb, with winter flower as the medicine guide. Boil them repeatedly with Literary and Martial fire, then use eight bowls of water and boil it to make one bowl of medicine. It will cure your the desease.”

“Is this really possible? No, this can’t be right. I’ve studied ‘Miscellaneous Discussions on Various Diseases’ and I don’t remember such a description,” Physician Song’s expression changed. How could a seasoned physician like him admit to being outmatched?

“If you want to verify what I said, just take a look. Qing’er, go to the library, go to the third bookshelf on the right after entering, the fourth row, and bring the seventh book placed on top!”

Qing’er responded and left. The others were shocked. There were dozens of bookshelves in the library, holding tens of thousands of books. How could Qin Feng remember their positions so clearly?

Not long after, Qing’er brought back “Miscellaneous Discussions on Various Diseases.”

With confidence, Qin Feng said, “Physician Song, turn to page thirty-seven and see what the seventh line says.”

The physician hesitated but then slowly opened the book. The others also leaned forward, their faces filled with curiosity, to see the content.

To their surprise, the content was exactly as Qin Feng had described!

Clatter!

The book fell to the ground, and Physician Song stumbled backward.

“I never thought that after studying medicine for decades, I would be inferior... Lord Qin, Young Master Qin’s mind is clear. It seems he truly doesn’t have hysteria. I’ll... take my leave now.”

Qin Jian’an wanted to console him, but he didn’t know what to say. He could only say, “Take care.” He then looked at the piece of cloth in his hand, reluctantly returning it to his waist.

Qin Feng, seeing this, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, within his spiritual sea, a strand of literary aura suddenly expanded, becoming more than ten times its previous size. This sudden change startled him.

“Is this... the literary aura from ‘Miscellaneous Discussions on Various Diseases’?”

Qian: In traditional Chinese medicine, “qian” (钱) is a unit of weight equal to 3.75 grams.

Liang: In traditional Chinese measurement, “liang” (两) is a unit of weight equal to 50 grams.