Chapter 123: Concerns Before Practicing Medicine

Chapter 123: Concerns Before Practicing Medicine

“I know some formations that are activated by Literature or Yin energy. They don’t have strict requirements for the size of the formation, and the orientation is not so demanding when depicting the formation.

Do you have similar formations here? When I wanted to learn such formations initially, I couldn’t find them in the book depository.

I think, perhaps, my teacher didn’t want me to waste time on the formation path, so he hid them away,” Ya’an recalled.

Qin Feng, upon hearing this, widened his eyes.

No, no, no, you didn’t get what your teacher was really worried about!

“Brother Ya’an, do you know that the formations you are talking about, although they don’t have significant requirements for orientation during depiction, the direction of the Qi attack released by the formation depends on the orientation of the Literature or Yin energy you infused.

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“Your teacher didn’t hide the books related to formations because he was afraid you’d waste time on the formation path. He was afraid that you might inexplicably end up dead,” Qin Feng added silently in his mind.

“That’s my business. I just want to ask you if there are similar formations here,” Ya’an frowned.

Perhaps the statement, “You have no talent in the formation path,” pricked her proud heart, making her eager to prove herself.

Why are all the people I know so strong-willed and stubborn?

Qin Feng curled his lips, immediately gesturing with his hands, “No, no, actually, the formations I’ve studied are just the basics.”

Joking aside, if he taught someone like her formations similar to White Thunder’s, and she ended up dead, wouldn’t he become an accomplice?

He could distinguish the gravity of the situation.

Ya’an stared at Qin Feng intently, suspicion evident in her eyes, making his scalp tingle.

Helplessly, Qin Feng quickly changed the subject, “Speaking of which, now that you’ve brought back the Black Washing Stone, have you gathered all the herbs needed for the medicinal solution to restore your meridians?”

Ya’an paused for a moment and then nodded slightly.

“All twenty-three medicinal herbs have been collected. It depends on when you have time to heal my right arm.” Her tone was calm, without any ripples, appearing indifferent.

But Qin Feng understood that it was all just a facade.

After contemplating for a moment, he replied, “After dinner tonight, I’ll come find you.”

Dad snorted and once again transformed into the head of the household, saying, “During meals, the family should be harmonious. Whatever concerns you have, save them for after we finish eating.”

As the words fell, there was a soft knock on his waist, and Dad winced in pain, gritting his teeth.

Second Mother glared at him and then asked in a soft voice, “What’s on your mind? Tell us, so we can help you.”

“Yeah, Big Brother,” Second Brother chimed in.

“Alright,” Qin Feng put down his chopsticks, revealing his concerns about treating the injury to Young Master Ya’an’s right arm. He also expressed his worries.

After the family listened, a brief silence ensued.

This matter concerned whether one person’s right arm could fully recover, and it was not something to be taken lightly.

Moreover, if the treatment succeeded, there would be an extra level of assurance in treating Liu Jianli in the future.

On the flip side, if the treatment failed, not only would Young Master Ya’an’s right arm be disabled, but it would also be challenging to overcome the hurdle when treating Liu Jianli in the future. After all, if Liu Jianli’s meridian injury went untreated, it could be life-threatening!

Putting themselves in Qin Feng’s shoes, the family understood his current concerns.

Second Mother wanted to offer some encouraging words but hesitated.

Second Brother also seemed uncertain.

At this moment, Dad spoke up, asking, “The young man with the injured right arm. Did he ask you to treat him, knowing the risks involved?”

Qin Feng paused, then nodded.

“In that case, why worry? He’s well aware of the risks and trusts you. All you need to do is not betray that trust and give it your all,” Dad, contrary to his usual unreliable self, spoke with a sense of gravity.

“On the journey of life, you’ll encounter many difficult decisions. Don’t overthink them. Just act with a clear conscience. Your old man has walked this path, and I hope you can do the same. Remember, never forget your original intention to stay true to yourself.”

At this moment, Qin Feng inexplicably felt a change in perception. The unreliable Dad of the past suddenly seemed more towering?

“Wife, did I do alright?” Dad turned his head, seeking approval, and his towering image collapsed.

It was indeed an illusion. Qin Feng’s lips twitched, but after Dad’s counsel, his mindset did become more composed.

“I understand. Thanks, Dad.”