"A healer emphasizes looking, listening, questioning, and feeling the pulse. Your condition is already so clear; if I still can’t see it, I might as well dig out my eyes and let my ntor stomp on them for fun." Yan Daoxin replied to the young servant’s question with a tone that seed nonchalant.
The more casually he spoke, the simpler his answers were, which made the young servant feel that this guest before him was extraordinary. Combined with Yan Daoxin’s already handso appearance, he seed inexplicably trustworthy.
"Are you a doctor?" The young servant was startled, never expecting that soone so young could imdiately see the ailnt that had been tornting him for so long. He imdiately leaned closer to the table, "So, do you have a way to treat my ailnt?"
"What’s so difficult about that? Bring paper and pen!" Yan Daoxin waved to him warmly.
The young servant hurriedly ran to the counter to fetch paper and pen. Yan Daoxin took up the brush and wrote a prescription, listing a dozen or so herbs and how to decoct and take them.
"Take this, go to a pharmacy with this prescription to get the herbs. One dose a day, take it for five days, rest for two days, then take again for five days, and it should be about cured." Yan Daoxin handed the prescription to the young servant, reminding him, "You must be sure to adjust well, and don’t stop taking the dicine as soon as you start to feel better.
This ailnt is neither too big nor too small. If you drag it on without proper treatnt, it will eventually affect your fundantal health over ti."
The young servant, hearing this, quickly lowered his head to look at the prescription in his hand. But as soon as he glanced at it, a bitter expression appeared on his face, looking sowhat embarrassed.
"What’s wrong?" Yan Daoxin saw this and asked at once.
"So many herbs..." The young servant scratched his head in distress, "It’s not even about whether the pharmacy has all these herbs; even if they do, I... I can’t afford them!"
"How can that be?" Yan Daoxin looked at the young servant incredulously, as if thinking he was being joked with, "Isn’t it that in Fan Country, you prefer growing dicinal herbs over vegetables, and various common and uncommon herbs should be readily available?
How could you not get the herbs, or not afford them here?"
"We do plant a lot of herbs, but it’s not like they’re ant for us common folk to use..." the young servant mumbled a bit, seemingly realizing that such dangerous words shouldn’t be said in front of strangers. He quickly stopped himself and sighed, not saying any more.
"These are all the most common herbs, yet you can’t even gather these, or afford them?" Yan Daoxin pointed again at the prescription in the young servant’s hand, seemingly thinking he hadn’t yet understood.
"Really, I’m not fooling you! If they were available, wouldn’t I be rushing to get the herbs?
You have no idea how uncomfortable my days are. I can’t sleep when I want to and can’t wake when I try; every day, from morning till night, my heart trembles as if it’s flipping over inside my chest!
Every day I feel top-heavy and light-footed, as if I don’t have a soul — that feeling is truly unbearable.
If I could get dicine to cure this ailnt, I’d be willing to do anything!"
Yan Daoxin looked at the young servant with so sympathy, seeming a bit conflicted but eventually made a decision. He reached into his pocket and took out a small package, carefully counting out ten pills, tore off half of the prescription, wrapped the pills in it, and mysteriously stuffed it into the young servant’s hand.
He motioned for the young servant to lean closer: "I have ready-made pills here, which I can give you as a gift."
The young servant looked surprised but then cautiously asked, "But... such precious dicine, you’re just... giving it to ?
Isn’t that inappropriate?"
"My brothers and I travel the world, practicing dicine and distributing dicine." Yan Daoxin waved him off, "Originally, I could have directly given it to you, but we always decide based on the severity of a patient’s condition; the more severe or difficult the illness, the more we feel obliged to help and treat.
However, we are limited in number, and the dicine we can carry is scarce. Along the way, we’ve found that Fan Country’s herbs don’t seem as abundant as rumored.
Now, hearing you say that even in the capital, you can’t buy such common herbs...
Since we have this fate, I’ll give you this dicine today, but you must not spread the word. If others find out, even for minor ailnts, they’d block the way looking for charity, leaving those truly in need without treatnt to only await death. Wouldn’t that be turning good deeds into evil?"
The young servant hurriedly reached out to take the dicine, repeatedly whispering thanks, promising to keep the secret and not tell anyone about it, ensuring that no one would co seeking dicine for trivial ailnts.
After that, Yan Daoxin continued eating nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
After dinner, back in the room, Zhu Yu curiously whispered to Lu Qing, "I know that diagnosis involves looking, listening, questioning, and taking the pulse, but today Yan Daoxin only looked at the young servant, without feeling his pulse or talking to him, yet he was able to clearly diagnose his condition.
At such a young age, has his dical skill already reached such a level?"
Lu Qing chuckled softly and shook his head, "Madam, you’re really biased and have let it cloud your judgnt!
Because you always knew Yan Daoxin was skilled in dicine, you imdiately consider his diagnosis purely from a dical angle.
If you viewed him as a charlatan, the question you had would likely answer itself."
Zhu Yu was slightly taken aback, changing her thought process as suggested, dismissing Yan Daoxin’s dical skills, and suddenly felt enlightened with just a change of perspective.
"So, Yan Daoxin didn’t actually diagnose the young servant, and the young servant might not even have any ailnt.
But given how abnormal the situation in Fan Country is, with the King Fan himself in turmoil over so mysterious illness, spreading chaos and anxiety.
The young servant lives in the capital, and regardless of what sudden changes happen here, it’s easy for these ordinary citizens to be dragged into it and beco the first victims.
Now, seeing no won’s presence anywhere, if it continues like this, whether the antidote or key ingredients King Fan seeks turns out to be children or hearty young n.
No one knows how things will develop, so the young servant is anxious every day, appearing lost, and thus the symptoms arise!"
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