0p0 Chapter 354
Chapter 354
He knew he was unarmed and unable to confront the bandits head-on, but with his superb medical skills, he quickly searched for usable herbs in the surrounding mountains and forests.
With his familiarity with the properties of herbs, he quickly gathered several herbs with special effects.
He quickly crushed the herbs, then used simple tools to mix them together, releasing a pungent odor. This odor rapidly filled the air, and before the bandits could react, they were all knocked unconscious and collapsed.
The villagers were initially astonished by the sight, then erupted in cheers. They gathered around Ye Jingchu, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. An old man grasped Ye Jingchu's hand tightly and said excitedly, "My benefactor, thanks to you, otherwise we would have been in grave danger. We can never repay your great kindness."
Ye Jingchu smiled and waved his hand gently, saying, "Old man, there's no need for that. It's my duty to help those in need." After saying that, he declined the villagers' offer to stay and turned to continue on his way home.
After a long journey, Ye Jingchu finally returned to his long-awaited hometown. Seeing the familiar streets and welcoming faces filled him with emotion and joy. He went back to the once-familiar clinic, which was now somewhat dilapidated due to long neglect. But he didn't mind; he personally oversaw the renovations, restoring it to its former glory.
After the clinic was renovated, Ye Jingchu began to take on many disciples. He shared his extensive medical experience, accumulated from his travels to various countries, without reservation. Under his careful guidance, batches of outstanding physicians emerged from here, carrying Ye Jingchu's medical skills and ethics, and went to various places to treat more patients.
From then on, the legendary story of Ye Jingchu was passed down from generation to generation on this land, and people remembered his superb medical skills, noble character, and compassionate heart. His name, like a bright star, shines brightly in the long river of history, its light never ceasing.
Time flies like an arrow, and many years pass in the blink of an eye. On a gloomy day, a series of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the clinic. Several burly men rushed into the clinic, which was just beginning to darken, carrying a stretcher with great care. On the stretcher lay a critically ill patient, his face ashen and his breath weak.
Upon seeing this, the apprentices in the clinic immediately gathered around. After a careful examination, their faces grew grave. The patient's condition had reached a critical stage, with a complex array of symptoms. Even though they had followed their master for many years and studied numerous medical techniques, they were at a loss and could only shake their heads and sigh helplessly.
The news quickly reached Ye Jingchu's ears. Upon hearing it, he disregarded his busy work and rushed over with steady yet slightly hurried steps. As soon as he saw the patient, he focused intently on the diagnosis. First, he bent down to carefully examine the patient's complexion; the bloodless, ashen face seemed to speak of the severity of the illness. Then, he reached out and gently but precisely placed his hand on the patient's pulse, closing his eyes to feel the weak and erratic pulse. Afterward, he carefully examined the patient's tongue, eyes, and other details, not overlooking any minute aspect.
As the examination progressed, Ye Jingchu's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. This illness was extremely rare, and the complex combination of symptoms gave him a sense of déjà vu, yet upon closer examination, there were many differences. He knew all too well that this was a severe challenge, and the slightest misstep could be fatal.
He stood there lost in thought for a long time, his mind racing through the various difficult and complicated cases he had encountered over the years as a doctor, as well as the essence of medical skills he had learned while traveling around the world. Finally, a resolute look flashed in his eyes, and he decided to take the risk and give it a try.
He turned and strode quickly towards the secret chamber where the treasured medicinal herbs were kept. A faint medicinal fragrance filled the chamber, and various rare herbs were neatly arranged. His gaze swept quickly among the herbs, finally settling on an exquisite brocade box. Opening the box, a warm luster emanated from it, revealing the extremely rare thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum inside. He had obtained this Ganoderma lucidum by chance many years ago, and for many years he had treasured it, keeping it for any eventuality.
Now, facing this critically ill patient, he did not hesitate for a moment. After removing the Ganoderma lucidum, he returned to his clinic and began meticulously preparing the prescription. He focused intently on weighing each ingredient, his movements skillful yet cautious, every minute step imbued with his respect and hope for life. During the preparation process, he carefully added the appropriate amount of Ganoderma lucidum powder, each amount meticulously considered and weighed.
After the prescription was prepared, the apprentices quickly followed his instructions to treat the patient. Decocting the medicine, administering the medication, applying acupuncture… every step proceeded in a tense but orderly manner. Time slowly passed amidst everyone's anxious waiting, each minute and second seemingly stretched out infinitely.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, or perhaps it was the effectiveness of Ye Jingchu's medical skills and perseverance, but after a series of treatments, the patient's condition miraculously improved. His tightly closed eyes trembled slightly before slowly opening; his previously bloodless lips gradually regained their color. Everyone present couldn't help but gasp in delight, and the apprentices' eyes shone with excitement and admiration.
This event was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, quickly causing a sensation in all directions. The news spread like wildfire, and those suffering from intractable diseases seemed to see a glimmer of hope, flocking to the clinic. For a time, the clinic was bustling with people.
However, the prolonged and intensive treatment, along with the immense energy expended by this risky procedure, left Ye Jingchu feeling that his health was not what it used to be. He clearly noticed his energy waning and often felt exhausted. Even so, he persisted in treating each patient who came to him with utmost care and dedication.
Until one day, he knew his days were numbered. So he summoned all his disciples to the main hall of the clinic. Seeing their master's slightly haggard face, the disciples all had a vague premonition, and they waited quietly with solemn expressions for their master to speak.
Ye Jingchu's gaze slowly swept over each of his disciples, his eyes filled with love and expectation. He said earnestly, "My disciples, I have dedicated my life to medicine, always upholding the belief of a healer's benevolence."