There are also so examples, like certain spots on your hand and the correct position and technique for acupuncture can affect the throat. This is well-docunted.
Wen Yan read this material, only half-understanding it; however, he could grasp the concepts.
Now he sowhat understands the perspective that dicine stems from the sa source – the content of this book has been highly enlightening for him.
After helping Doctor Wei reprint it, he planned to have Fourth Great-uncle Master review it and then teach him. Letting him learn by himself is sowhat challenging; despite knowing every word, he doesn’t understand them collectively.
Receiving such a valuable gift, Wen Yan didn’t have anything suitable to reciprocate. Giving money would be the worst option.
After thinking it over, he decided to give so food as a gift to express his feelings.
He put down the book, looked up, and saw Sparrow Cat sitting on a small stool like a brooding hen, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Why are you staring at ? Look at how fat you’ve beco. You just flew outside for a while, and you’re already out of breath."
"I’m hungry." Sparrow Cat lifted its head, righteously.
"If you’re hungry, go eat. The steward is ho, you won’t starve."
"I want bacon! I want ham! I want lotus-leaf buns with at!"
"Aren’t you only fond of noodles?"
"Are you stupid? Just because I like noodles doesn’t an I eat them every al!" Sparrow Cat stood up, chin raised, speaking even more assertively.
"..."
Wen Yan couldn’t argue, stood up, and went to the kitchen. He was feeling a bit hungry himself.
He took so pre-cooked at sauce from the fridge, scooped so into a bowl, and stead it again, which made it taste even better than freshly made.
When he finished cooking, he found that the whole family had gathered.
Well, might as well eat together then.
As he finished preparing, he noticed that Bai Jiahui was peeking in from outside. The chubby-faced Fox Demon sheepishly entered but wasn’t shy at all when it ca to eating.
Halfway through eating, Wen Yan realized there wasn’t enough food.
He stead more at sauce and lotus-leaf buns.
After steaming, he asked the family to start eating. He packed so buns in an insulated box, brought along a bacon strip, sliced so ham, and left the house.
Doctor Wei generously gifted him a highly valuable, heartfelt book upon their first eting. Having nothing to return the favor, Wen Yan decided to send so food as a token of appreciation.
Carrying the at and the insulated box, he headed to Wei’s dical Hall.
"Doctor Wei, try these – genuine delicacies. This bacon and ham were given by my elder relatives, made from free-range matured black pigs. Inside the lunchbox, there’s my homade lotus-leaf buns with at. Enjoy it while it’s hot."
Before Wei Jing, in the middle of checking a patient’s pulse, could respond, Wen Yan put down the items and left in a flash.
After prescribing and sending off the patient, Wei Jing looked at the items on the table with a bit of helplessness.
He opened the lunchbox, and the rich aroma of the at wafted out instantly. At the sa ti, he felt that the seemingly ordinary lotus-leaf buns with at contained strong yet gentle Yang energy.
He washed his hands, picked up a bun, and took a small bite. Instantly, the fragrance of the at and the bun spread in his mouth – rich, savory, and subtly releasing Yang energy to be absorbed.
Swallowing it not only provided a satisfying feel of fullness but also continually released Yang energy within, allowing him to absorb it.
Wei Jing quietly lowered his head, chewing slowly and ticulously, taking his ti to finish the bun. He stood for a few minutes, gently exhaling a sliver of cold air.
Looking at the remaining bun inside the box, he hesitated to eat it.
He didn’t ntion the book’s value and gave it; Wen Yan didn’t ntion the bun’s value, delivered it, then fled for fear he’d refuse it.
He began to appreciate Virtue City; despite its oddities, so far, it seed quite nice.
He closed the box, then as he picked up the piece of ham and bacon, his hand trembled slightly, recoiling.
"This guy, so generous, really willing to give..."
Now it’s his turn to feel overwheld, hesitant to accept it.
anwhile, Wen Yan returned ho, seeing not only Bai Jiahui but also Gauss, who usually ventured out at night and was rarely seen, ca by for a bite.
Gauss... like a loon, always casting a low-level invisibility spell on himself so ordinary people couldn’t see him, riding a broomstick to work daily.
Initially, Wen Yan thought he was goofing around, but then learned that by doing so, Gauss could save a month’s salary annually on travel expenses, using the savings to repay Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was puzzled about why his travel expenses were so high in this small town of Virtue City, only to find out that Gauss used taxis for every trip.
Wen Yan, observing the peculiar crew in the house, was t by Pei Tugou’s daughter, cradling her bawling silly son heading his way.
"What’s going on?"
Wen Yan took the silly son, who imdiately stopped crying, tilting his head while small hands reached to grab Wen Yan’s hand.
"He crawled out by himself, heading outdoors. He cried when we didn’t let him go out."
Wen Yan held the silly son with one hand, extending the other; instantly, the silly son’s eyes fixated on his hand, following wherever it went.
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