"Please, stay!"
The steed stopped in front of their carriage.
The monk spoke with a hint of urgency, "The abbot suddenly fainted, please return with us and check on our abbot!"
An Ning’s uncontrollable excitent was doused by this cold water.
She had overthought again.
But the next mont, she quickly regained her composure.
After all, rescuing soone was the priority.
If it wasn’t urgent, the monk wouldn’t be so nervous.
She quickly instructed Guan Yu, "Turn back, hurry!"
"Yes."
Guan Yu turned the carriage around and quickly headed back to Linghe Temple.
Arriving at Linghe Temple.
An Ning didn’t pause at all, following the monk into the main hall.
Perhaps the steps were too fast.
An Ning accidentally stumbled over a stone nearby, almost falling.
"Careful!" The monk beside her grabbed her.
The sudden closeness...
An Ning raised her eyes to look at him.
He quickly let go of her, saying, "Please be careful."
An Ning nodded.
The monk strode ahead again.
An Ning followed behind.
Yet at that mont, she couldn’t help but touch her arm, where he had helped her.
The increasingly familiar feeling, was it really just an illusion?!
An Ning followed the monk into the main hall.
The abbot was placed on a cushion in the hall, unconscious, and continually foaming at the mouth.
Surrounded by many monks, all anxiously watching the abbot, helpless.
An Ning hurried over, squatting down to directly diagnose the abbot’s condition.
The elderly monk, seeing it was An Ning, showed a noticeable change in his expression. He turned to the masked monk and said, sowhat reproachfully, "Didn’t I tell you to find Doctor Feng? Why did you bring Ali?!"
The masked monk spoke slowly but with a firm tone, "Her dical skills are superior."
An Ning’s fingers slightly moved as she felt the pulse.
She pursed her lips, continuing to seriously take the abbot’s pulse.
"Doctor Feng cos from the Imperial Palace, still the best in dical skills within the Imperial Palace, while Ali is only a Jianghu Doctor!" The elderly monk perhaps due to his urgency, didn’t care that An Ning was beside him, and spoke bluntly, "This plague was treated by Doctor Feng, and this doctor only assisted Doctor Feng in the treatnt..."
"If you don’t want your abbot to pass away, shut up!" An Ning said coldly, her tone not pleasant.
The elderly monk gave An Ning a fierce look.
He turned around and threatened the masked monk, "If anything happens to the abbot because of you, I will definitely not forgive you!"
The masked monk did not reply.
As if he didn’t take the elderly monk’s words to heart.
At this mont, all the attention was on the abbot, on the doctor in front...
The main hall quieted down.
After An Ning finished taking the pulse, she said, "The abbot is suffering from food poisoning. What did he eat today?"
The monk in charge of food quickly replied, "He didn’t eat anything unusual, just the regular als as per abbot’s routine."
"Think again." As An Ning started acupuncture to detoxify, she continued to ask the monk.
The monk thought for a while, suddenly recalling sothing, "Last night, there were so leftover biscuits that I intended to dispose of, but the abbot said food shouldn’t be wasted, so he asked to bring them out for him to eat. Perhaps it’s the biscuits..."
An Ning nodded.
It must have been the expired food.
It also verified her diagnosis.
She quickly administered acupuncture to the abbot and then said to the masked monk, "I need to induce vomiting to expel the biscuits he ingested. I’ve stabilized his vital energy with the needle, so his life isn’t in danger. But inducing vomiting requires dication, follow my instructions to prepare a dicinal concoction for the abbot to consu."
"Alright," the masked monk agreed imdiately.
He quickly fetched Xuan paper and ink, crouched down, and wrote the prescription.
An Ning said, "Three coins of Changshan, one coin of copper sulfate, five coins of lon seeds, half a coin of Veratrum..."
The masked monk quickly noted it down.
After writing, An Ning said, "Give it to to check if there’s any mistake?"
The masked monk promptly handed the prescription to An Ning.
An Ning glanced at it.
Almost as if she looked at it several tis.
"No mistake, these are the ingredients, quickly prepare the dicine, don’t delay too long, expired food in the body for too long causes greater harm." An Ning urged.
"Okay," said the masked monk promptly.
He didn’t entrust the prescription to anyone else.
He directly went out of Linghe Temple to fetch the herbs and prepare the dicine.
Around an hour later.
The masked monk arrived with the dicinal decoction.
An Ning held it to her nose and sniffed.
She hadn’t even told him how to brew the dicine, yet he understood everything.
An Ning calmly lifted the abbot and administered the decoction to him.
Shortly after.
The abbot vomited up much of the food he had just ingested.
After vomiting.
An Ning had the abbot’s mouth cleaned, then prescribed more dicine, and the masked monk went to fetch and brew the dicine again.
This repetitive process dragged on for most of the day.
The abbot finally woke up.
He seed much more spirited.
After eating so porridge, he expressed his gratitude to An Ning.
The elderly monk, seeing the abbot fully recovered, appeared relieved and sowhat ashad, since earlier he had doubted Ali’s dical skills, even bluntly speaking about it in front of the person concerned, his urgency at the ti leading to such unchecked words. Now recalling it, he felt embarrassed.
He stamred for a while before saying, "Ali, I misspoke earlier, please don’t be angry."
"It’s fine," An Ning said calmly, "I understand you were worried about the abbot. Besides, Doctor Feng does indeed have superb dical skills, and I was just nearby, so amidst the urgency, this monk let co back to treat the abbot first..."
An Ning glanced around, noticing that the masked monk was no longer in the hall.
An Ning’s panicked gaze searched around.
She didn’t spot him anywhere.
Where did he go?!
"Are you looking for sothing?" the elderly monk quickly asked.
"Where did the masked monk go?" An Ning asked, sowhat anxiously.
"He should have gone to fetch water," replied the monk, "the water in the temple is his responsibility."
An Ning cald down and said to the abbot, "Abbot, your body is fine now, with so good care, you won’t have any issues. Rember not to eat overnight food next ti; should you suffer food poisoning again, and it isn’t tily treated, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"Thank you for saving my life," the abbot expressed gratitude.
"You’re welco," An Ning replied, "I’ll step out for a bit."
The abbot nodded.
An Ning, with sowhat hurried steps, quickly rushed towards the well in the courtyard.
Not until she saw that familiar figure did she let her chaotic steps co to a halt with a sigh of relief!
She was genuinely afraid he might disappear again!
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