Chapter 8

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Lu Qing's mind conjured the image of a kind, gaunt old man.Old Doctor Chen. This elderly physician was the only doctor for several nearby villages. His medical skills were superb. While not miraculous, he could cure common ailments like headaches, colds, and injuries with great effectiveness, rarely failing to heal. Thus, he was highly respected by the local villagers. It was said that even wealthy families in the town often sought his services. Such a person held a special place in the village. Almost no villager dared to show him any disrespect. The original owner of Lu Qing's body was a naive young man with limited vision and little awareness of many things. However, Lu Qing, after some thought, noticed something unusual. For example, Old Doctor Chen's age should have been quite advanced, but he was still very robust, frequently venturing alone into the deep mountains to gather herbs. One must know that the mountains in this world were not like the tourist destinations of his previous life, which had been developed. These were real, towering, and primitive mountains. Filled with venomous insects, snakes, wolves, and tigers, they were exceedingly dangerous. Even experienced hunters dared not venture too deeply into the forests. Yet Old Doctor Chen, an elderly man, could safely come and go in such places, which was truly extraordinary. Lu Qing was very curious about his abilities. If he could learn some of Old Doctor Chen's medical skills, it would be great. His special ability allowed him to see the basic information of everything. Using it to identify medicinal herbs would be foolproof. It would perfectly complement medical skills. If he could learn a bit from Old Doctor Chen, he and Xiao Yan's future would be somewhat secure. But how could he learn from Old Doctor Chen? As Lu Qing pondered this, his eyelids began to droop uncontrollably. After all, his body was weak, and the fatigue was beyond his willpower to resist. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴovᴇlꜰirᴇ.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality. In the end, he fell asleep without coming up with any good ideas. However, to Lu Qing's surprise, before he could think of a way to approach Old Doctor Chen, the doctor came to him. Lying on the lounge chair, Lu Qing slept. In a daze, he seemed to hear someone talking, then felt someone grabbing his hand. He woke up with a start. "Lu Qing, you're awake. Old Doctor Chen is checking you!" A loud voice sounded. Lu Qing found it familiar, probably Old Man Zhang from next door. He felt a bit relieved. Then, he quickly became alert and opened his eyes. Old Doctor Chen? Turning his head, he saw two old men beside him, one standing and one sitting. The seated one was thin and kind-looking. Who else could it be but Old Doctor Chen? "Don't move, let me check your pulse first." Seeing Lu Qing trying to get up, Old Doctor Chen said gently. Lu Qing immediately stayed still. Only then did he realize that Old Doctor Chen's hand was on his wrist. No wonder he had felt someone grabbing his hand in his daze—it was Old Doctor Chen checking his pulse. Seeing the old doctor close his eyes again to check the pulse, Lu Qing dared not move, obediently lying on the lounge chair. Sensing it would take some time, Lu Qing couldn't help but observe the somewhat mysterious Old Doctor Chen. At first glance, the doctor seemed even gentler than he remembered. His slender frame exuded an ethereal, almost otherworldly aura. It gave a comforting feeling at first sight. However, at the moment, his face was serious, brows furrowed, as if encountering a difficult problem. As Lu Qing quietly observed Old Doctor Chen, he suddenly saw a faint red glow around the doctor. [Chen Songqing: Expert in medicine, kind-hearted, respected by many, an excellent old physician.] [Cultivation: Mastered Qi Refining, Postnatal Internal Organs Stage.] What was this?! Lu Qing's eyes widened, not just because of the faint red glow around the doctor, but also due to the following description. During this time since waking up, Lu Qing had gradually figured out some patterns of his ability. Ordinary things usually appeared with a grey glow under his ability. More special items, like medicinal herbs, showed a white glow. But humans always appeared with a white glow, at least those he had met in the village. Only the intensity varied—strongest for adults, weaker for children, and weakest for the elderly. Lu Qing speculated that this might be related to a person's energy or life force. After all, adults generally had the most energy, while the elderly had the least. But Old Doctor Chen's display overturned his understanding. The glow was an unprecedented red! More importantly, the description that followed. Cultivation? Mastered Qi Refining, Postnatal Internal Organs Stage? What did this mean? Could it be that the world he was in was not like ancient China but a more mystical world where one could cultivate? Lu Qing's mind was thrown into chaos by the sudden revelation. Just as he wanted to observe further and gather more information from the doctor, Old Doctor Chen suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing Lu Qing's panic and shock, the doctor first frowned, then relaxed. He gently reassured, "Don't be afraid. I'm just checking your pulse." He misunderstood, thinking his serious expression while checking the pulse had frightened Lu Qing. Seizing the moment to control his emotions, Lu Qing asked somewhat nervously, "Grandpa Chen, how is my illness? Am I fully recovered?" Old Man Zhang, standing nearby, also looked at Old Doctor Chen with hopeful eyes. After some contemplation, Old Doctor Chen replied, "Yes, your illness is indeed cured. Although you're still a bit weak, with proper care, you'll be fine." "Really? That's great! Lu Qing, hurry and thank Old Doctor Chen. If it weren't for his medicine, you might not have woken up!" Old Man Zhang exclaimed joyfully. "Thank you, Grandpa Chen." Lu Qing got up from the lounge chair and moved to kneel and bow. After all, the old doctor had saved his life. Without that bowl of medicine, he might not have survived the period of merging memories. For that alone, Old Doctor Chen deserved his gratitude. But Old Doctor Chen stopped him, saying, "No need for that. Your recovery was due to your own luck. I just did what I could." Old Doctor Chen was not being modest. In truth, he was still quite astonished. When Lu Qing fell ill, he had indeed come to see him. At that time, Lu Qing was gravely ill, cold to the bone, barely breathing, on the verge of death. Even a true medical saint would have found it hard to save him. Out of a doctor's compassion, he still prescribed a bowl of medicine, adding many precious herbs. His intention was merely to do his best and leave the rest to fate. The herbs he added were actually reserved for some wealthy clients in the city. As a result, he had to hastily gather more herbs in the mountains the next day to replenish his stock. He had thought Lu Qing wouldn't survive, but upon returning from gathering herbs, he heard rumors in the village that Lu Qing had recovered. Not only could he get out of bed, but he could also catch fish by the river. Amazed, he rushed over to see for himself. When he arrived, he coincidentally met Old Man Zhang, who had just returned from the fields, and they entered the house together. He initially thought the villagers' words were exaggerated. But now, after checking Lu Qing's pulse, he found they were entirely true. Lu Qing's illness was completely cured. Except for some lingering weakness, the previous symptoms were all gone. This left Old Doctor Chen extremely surprised.

Chapter 8

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