Refining a pill?
Cao Qingcheng asked in surprise, “You know how to refine pills?”
“Have you forgotten what I do? I’m the Medical Sage. Pill refining is a piece of cake for me.” Ye Qiu’s tone shifted, “But I’m missing one thing. Can you help?”
“What is it?” Cao Qingcheng asked.
“A cauldron.” Ye Qiu looked at her with a mischievous grin, “I think you’d make a fine cauldron.”
Cao Qingcheng instantly understood, clamping her legs together in panic, “Don’t mess around! I’m begging for mercy, isn’t that enough?”
Ye Qiu chuckled, “Tsk, tsk, scared so soon? Back in Miaojiang, who was it that drugged me?”
“I, I was just…” Cao stammered.
“Alright, give your master a smile.”
Cao Qingcheng forced a smile uglier than a grimace.
She was genuinely afraid of Ye Qiu now.
Once Ye Qiu got in the mood, it wasn’t just for a short while, but…
Like working in the fields at noon!
Ye Qiu said, “No more joking. Get me a quiet room quickly. I need to refine a pill to save a patient.”
Cao Qingcheng sighed in relief, “Follow me.”
She led Ye Qiu to the back courtyard.
“This courtyard was my elder brother’s. Hardly anyone comes here.”
“Refine your pill here.”
“If you need anything, ask Qilin and the others.”
With that, Cao Qingcheng turned to leave.
“Where are you off to?” Ye Qiu asked.
“I need to rest. My legs can barely stand,” Cao replied.
“If you can’t stand, why not lie down?” Ye Qiu teased with a laugh.
Cao Qingcheng shot him a glare and fled.
Once she was gone, Ye Qiu entered the room, opened his Qiankun bag, and took out a dozen century-old medicinal herbs.
Any one of these herbs could fetch a fortune on the market.
But to save Zhu Xiongying, Ye Qiu didn’t care about the cost. A hero’s bravery couldn’t be measured in gold.
Besides, Ye Qiu wasn’t short of money.
His current problem was the method of pill refining.
Though his Ye family ancestor’s teachings included hundreds of refining methods, they were extremely demanding, requiring thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and mastery of fire control, the bare minimum.
In other words, only a cultivator could refine pills.
Ye Qiu’s cultivation was insufficient, so despite knowing the methods, he couldn’t use them, which was frustrating.
“If I can’t refine a pill, I’ll have to make a medicinal paste.”
With no other choice, Ye Qiu resorted to the most primitive method.
He crushed the dozen herbs into powder, placed them in a small iron pot, mixed them with water, and heated the pot over a low flame, stirring constantly.
The process was tedious.
Ye Qiu kept adding herbs as he went.
From afternoon until seven the next morning, he finally succeeded.
The pot now held a thick, black medicinal paste, exuding a strong herbal aroma.
“My first time making a paste went smoothly, but it took too long.”
“When I become a cultivator with my ancestor’s skills, I’ll refine proper pills.”
“Then, treating patients will be much easier.”
Ye Qiu grabbed the pot and hurried to 303 Hospital.
In the special care ward, Li Chunfeng was eating breakfast.
Zhu Chengyu and Feng Yulian were wiping Zhu Xiongying’s face with a warm towel.
“Doctor Ye, you’re here so early?” Zhu Chengyu noticed the iron pot in Ye Qiu’s hand and asked, “What’s that?”
“A medicinal paste I prepared,” Ye Qiu said.
Curious, Li Chunfeng leaned over the pot, sniffed deeply, and looked astonished.
“There’s Panax notoginseng, Paris polyphylla, musk, ginseng… all century-old herbs.”
Li Chunfeng exclaimed, “Little Ye, where did you get so many century-old herbs? That must’ve cost a fortune!”
“I collected these herbs before,” Ye Qiu replied, walking to the bed and removing the bandages from Zhu Xiongying’s leg.
He then took out several golden needles, sterilised them, and inserted them into Zhu Xiongying’s right leg.
Next, Ye Qiu used his Sky-Mending Hand technique to realign Zhu Xiongying’s broken bones.
While he worked, Zhu Chengyu and his wife quietly pulled Li Chunfeng aside.
“Old Li, how much is that pot of paste worth?” Zhu Chengyu whispered.
“What, you want to pay Little Ye for the herbs? I’d advise against it!” Li Chunfeng said.
“That paste contains at least a dozen rare century-old herbs.”
“If you put a price on it, it’s an astronomical figure.”
Zhu Chengyu asked, “How much?”
Li Chunfeng replied, “No less than ten million.”
Zhu and his wife gasped.
Li Chunfeng added, “That’s just the cost of the herbs, not counting Little Ye’s fee. As the Medical Sage, his fee for such a case would be at least a million.”
Zhu Chengyu and Feng Yulian were speechless.
“Old Zhu, I know your situation. You and your wife live frugally, donating your salaries to poor students in the mountains. Forget ten million, you couldn’t afford one million.”
“So, don’t even think about paying for the herbs.”
“Even if you could, Little Ye wouldn’t accept it.”
“I know Little Ye. He’s the Medical Sage not just for his skill but for his noble character.”
Zhu Chengyu said, “Doctor Ye has done so much for Xiongying. We don’t know how to thank him.”
Li Chunfeng smiled, “If Little Ye is willing to treat Xiongying, he doesn’t need your thanks.”
“But…”
“Look, Little Ye’s treating him now.”
Li Chunfeng hurried to Ye Qiu’s side, watching as he swiftly applied the paste to Zhu Xiongying’s leg.
Ten minutes later, Ye Qiu had spread the entire pot of paste on Zhu Xiongying’s right leg, then wrapped it in fresh medical bandages.
Next, Ye Qiu began removing the shrapnel from Zhu Xiongying’s lungs.
He placed his palm on Zhu Xiongying’s chest, channeling innate true qi to draw the fragments out.
Li Chunfeng, watching, was stunned.
A problem they found nearly impossible was being handled effortlessly by Ye Qiu.
“Little Ye is truly a divine physician!” Li Chunfeng thought.
Ye Qiu worked carefully, taking half an hour to remove all the shrapnel from Zhu Xiongying’s lungs, then inserted a few more needles.
The treatment was complete!
