Chapter 125: Successful Treatment

Chapter 125: Successful Treatment

In the blink of an eye, five hours had passed. Even those standing on the side watching couldn’t help but feel anxious, not to mention Qin Feng, who had been maintaining a high level of concentration throughout.

His face was pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, and if it weren’t for his cultivation in the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, which surpassed ordinary people in mental and spiritual energy, he might have collapsed long ago.

“No wonder renowned Physicians avoid restoring meridians; it truly consumes too much mental energy. How can ordinary people endure this? But fortunately, I am about to succeed.”

A glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes as his right hand, holding a white needle, aligned with the last meridian.

Then, he dispersed the white inch technique, and his whole body swayed a bit.

“Young master.” Lan Ningshuang was the first to notice something wrong and tried to go forward to support him.

But Qin Feng stopped her with a raised hand, saying, “It’s just an excessive use of energy. Get me a cup of tea.”

Hearing this, Lan Ningshuang hurriedly fetched a teacup and poured tea for him.

Qin Feng lifted the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, inadvertently thinking about the cold drinks of last life.

If only he could have a refreshing drink after work, that would be a heavenly enjoyment. Unfortunately, it wasn’t available here.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh as he carefully sipped the steaming tea.

The others looked at each other with uneasy expressions. They all thought that Physician Qin had failed in the treatment and couldn’t endure it any longer.

“Young master,” a maid with red eyes said in a trembling voice.

Even Ya’an, who was sitting, thought the same. She let out a sigh and said to Qin Feng, “It’s okay. I have long been prepared for the worst. Thank you for spending so much effort on treating me. Even if it doesn’t work, I will remember this favor.”

Her attitude was sincere, and her tone was calm.

Drinking his tea, Qin Feng looked bewildered. Did I say I failed?

He put down the tea, wanting to explain, but he saw Ya’an about to get up. Immediately, he shouted, “Stay seated!”

His voice was loud and abrupt, startling everyone.

Ya’an froze in place.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.

“Physician Qin, what’s wrong?” Wang Xu asked in a low voice.

“Try to move your fingers and see if you can control them,” Qin Feng softly instructed.

Everyone looked at Ya’an, their expressions both nervous and expectant.

“I’ll give it a try,” Ya’an whispered, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, her index finger moved slightly, but judging by her appearance, controlling it seemed quite difficult.

“Physician Qin, what’s going on? Could it be that the meridian damage hasn’t fully healed?” someone asked with concern.

“She is not a martial artist. She can’t control her body as freely, and it’s expected to lose control of her right arm for a long time. This situation is within expectations,” Qin replied.

With this explanation, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Feng took out a white bandage and a wooden board from his storage ring, immobilized Ya’an’s right arm, and instructed, “Don’t move this right arm during the night. In the morning, when the meridians have completely absorbed the medicine, you should be able to return to normal.”

Ya’an looked quietly at him. Countless words turned into a simple “Thank you” in the end.

“You’re welcome,” Qin Feng said.

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, there was a surge of literary energy in his Divine Sea, unexpectedly filling the remaining part of the seventh-level ladder!

His eyes widened in surprise. The sudden joy was truly unexpected.

However, he also felt puzzled. He had only treated a patient, so why did he gain so much literary energy?

“Could it be because no one has truly succeeded in treating the meridians before, and I am the first one, so I gained much more Literature Qi than usual?”

Qin Feng pondered this and found it to be the most plausible reason.

If only there was a master to guide me in cultivating the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, then I wouldn’t have to figure everything out on my own, Qin Feng sighed in his heart.

“Rest well. I won’t disturb you. Oh, by the way, I took all the remaining medicine. You don’t mind, do you?” Qin Feng asked as he stored the medicine in his arms seamlessly.

He performed this set of actions so smoothly that the onlookers had an illusion, as if everything should be this way.

Ya’an, understanding his intentions, whispered, “Take it. It’s not of much use to me.”

“Thank you.” Qin Feng bowed and took his leave, then walked towards the lake pavilion with Lan Ningshaung.