This village is entirely hidden on the edge of Xianling Mountain; just by crossing a ridge from the village, one reaches Xianling Mountain. It's understandable for soone who makes a living by collecting herbs to be so close to Xianling Mountain.
When Hua Long reached his village, it was already evening. Hua Long was waiting at the entrance of the village and then led Ling Zhenfei into his ho.
This was a house built from wood, with a not-so-large yard cluttered with lots of timber, making the yard appear even smaller.
There were three rooms in total, with the main room being quite large and even including a hearth.
There weren't many possessions in Hua Long's ho, giving it a rather dilapidated appearance. On the bed in the hearth room sat a woman who seed about the sa age as Hua Long, but her expression was much more dim.
"Please have a seat for a while. I'm still brewing so dicine on the stove."
After speaking, Hua Long hurried out to tend to the dicine. Ling Zhenfei, feeling slightly awkward, looked at the woman on the bed; Hua Long had only briefly introduced her as his wife upon arrival, without providing any further details.
Ling Zhenfei observed the woman, but she remained motionless, sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, as if she were a lifeless mannequin.
"Mr. Ling, are you looking at ?" The woman on the bed suddenly spoke.
The woman's sudden speech startled Ling Zhenfei.
"I apologize for asking impertinently, but are you ill?"
The woman nodded gently, but the movent was so slight that Ling Zhenfei could have missed it if he hadn't been watching closely.
"Yes, it's an old condition, been many years."
Ling Zhenfei saw the woman's appearance and could tell she was in great pain, probably suffering from so complicated disease. No wonder Hua Long, who had initially been reluctant to go into the mountains, was willing to do so after Ling Zhenfei offered one million—to help with his wife's treatnt which must have been quite expensive.
Ling Zhenfei was about to ask the woman about her condition when Hua Long ca back in with a bowl of dicine.
"Wife, the dicine is ready. I added a few more dates this ti, so it's not as bitter."
Hua Long ca in and sat by the bed, spoon-feeding the dicine to the woman. Watching this scene, Ling Zhenfei felt unexpectedly moved—wasn't this what life was all about, companionship through youth and into old age?
"Boss Ling, please don't mind. Because of my wife's condition, before going into the mountains, I had to make sure everything was arranged for her. She can't move, she can't take care of herself."
"I understand, we can leave after you've finished arranging."
"Thank you for your understanding," Hua Long said as he continued to feed the woman.
"Wife, I just saw that our online vote count is over ten million. If it continues to grow like this, we will be in first place this month, and then Divine Doctor Ling Zhenfei will be able to treat you."
Ling Zhenfei was shocked to hear his own na ntioned by Hua Long, yet he had no idea what it ant.
It was then that the woman spoke, "Didn't you say there are two other people with a high number of votes? Can we really get first place?"
Hua Long answered confidently, "The netizens online know about your situation and are very sympathetic. They've been helping us gather votes proactively. As long as we hold on until the end of the month, securing first place in the vote count will be no problem."
"And if we don't co in first?" the woman asked.
"If not first, then we'll just wait for next month. We'll definitely get there," Hua Long assured her.
The woman sighed and continued, "You said my illness is so strange, and despite treating it for so many years, there's been no improvent. Can Divine Doctor Ling cure it?"
"If there's anyone in the world who can cure your disease, then it's Divine Doctor Ling. I've watched all his videos online. He really knows his stuff," Hua Long said.
Ling Zhenfei finally understood that the Hua Long couple was seeking his dical services for treatnt, but since they couldn't find him personally, they resorted to using a fan vote that night; the person with the most votes would receive free treatnt from Ling Zhenfei.
However, Hua Long was really confused; they were about to collaborate, yet he didn't realize that Ling Zhenfei was the Divine Doctor. Fortunately, Ling Zhenfei overheard the conversation, or he would still be oblivious to what was happening.
"I hope Heaven blesses so that my illness can be cured," the woman said after drinking her dicine and began praying slowly.
Hua Long left the room to busy himself with sothing else, once again leaving Ling Zhenfei by himself.
Ling Zhenfei glanced at the woman and, seeing how strange and painful her illness was, felt a surge of compassion.
"Hello, madam, I also have so knowledge of the dical Arts. May I take a look at your illness? Perhaps I can be of so help," he said.
The woman paused upon hearing this and then responded, "Okay, then I thank you."
After receiving permission, Ling Zhenfei walked over to the bedside. Since the woman was immobile, Ling Zhenfei took her arm and placed his hand on her pulse, feeling it attentively.
About three or four minutes later, Ling Zhenfei finally released the woman's hand.
"Your illness has lasted too long. If my analysis is not wrong, it should have been seven or eight years, right?"
After hearing this, the woman nodded and said, "Yes, you're absolutely right. Do you know what the problem is?"
After she finished speaking, she hesitated, "Forget it, I've been to so many hospitals and they couldn't find anything wrong. What could you possibly know?"
Ling Zhenfei smiled faintly and said, "Your illness is simple, yet it isn't. The only issue is that treatnt will take so ti."
"I have plenty of ti; it just depends on when you're available," she replied.
At that mont, Hua Long entered from outside and seeing Ling Zhenfei talking with his wife, he asked, "What are you two discussing?"
The woman said, "Husband, your friend here says he can treat my illness."
Shocked, Hua Long turned to Ling Zhenfei and exclaid, "Mr. Ling, are you serious? Can you really cure her disease, or do you know of soone or so place that can?"
Ling Zhenfei, smiling, said, "Since your wife is already like this, why don't we give it a try? What do you think?"
After a mont of thought, Hua Long said, "Alright, let's try. If you can cure my wife's illness, I'm willing to do anything."
Ling Zhenfei thought to himself with amusent: You really are generous. Stand to the side, I will begin treating your wife imdiately.
When Ling Zhenfei took the woman's pulse earlier, he already knew her condition. The main problem was the severe necrosis of the ridians throughout her body, which were blocking the circulation of her ridians.
Ling Zhenfei took out his Silver Needles, and in front of Hua Long, he started to insert them into the woman's skin.
While administering the acupuncture, Ling Zhenfei asked Hua Long, "What dicines have you been giving your wife to drink, and who prescribed them?"
Embarrassed, Hua Long replied, "I'm sowhat embarrassed to say that I also practice dicine; I have just a bit of common sense. The current prescription I have her on is based on the effects described in the books."
"There's no problem, everyone starts sowhere," Ling Zhenfei replied. "I'll write a new prescription for you, and you can switch her dicine to what I prescribe."
"Alright, I'll change it imdiately," Hua Long said.
Having finished speaking, Ling Zhenfei had already completed the acupuncture. The main task now was to clear the necrotic ridians, an endeavor that consud a significant amount of Northern Spiritual Energy.
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