Chapter 113 — The Hand That Restores Spring
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Before the bed stood several girls, their faces full of concern. "The Young Master seems to have suffered a cultivation deviation; luckily Ling'er found him in time and called us.
" Fu Qingyun's face held worry.
"Young Master, I have already ordered a decoction made; it will be ready soon. But as for the Academy's opening two days hence, I fear the Young Master cannot go; a cultivation deviation requires ten days or more of nursing.
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" Outside the door two girls were brewing medicine, and the fragrance drifted in.
Shen Mu struggled up, sniffed the scent, and said, "My injury is to my consciousness; my spirit is damaged. Your decoction does suit the illness, but it lacks one ingredient: pool aconite. Take two qian of pool aconite leaves.
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Help me up; I will brew it myself. " Fu Qingyun was astonished. This young Cult Leader knew how to prepare medicine as well? Half-believing, she ordered the girl beside her to fetch the herbs and raised a hand to help Shen Mu up, only to find his consciousness so feeble he could scarcely walk; so she had the medicine stove and the fire moved inside.
Enduring his headache, Shen Mu urged his yuanqi and lifted the stove; with a gentle shake the stove dropped to the ground, but the water and medicine within floated in the air, held up by his yuanqi.
The girl who had gone for herbs returned and hastily threw the pool aconite in. Shen Mu's techniques shifted and changed without pattern; in a short while he had blended all the medicinal properties together.
With a light flick the dregs fell of themselves from the water, the moisture steamed away of itself, and only a few red pills remained. Shen Mu swallowed the red pills and urged the drug's power; his headache gradually eased, though now and then a tearing pain lingered. He said, "Brew another dose at dawn tomorrow and I will be fully recovered.
" The girls in the room were amazed; Shen Mu's skill in compounding medicine was exceedingly practiced, endlessly varied, dazzling them.
A cultivation deviation was no small matter — could this medicine truly be so effective as to cure him in half a day?
"Without a further method, it seems I cannot cultivate the Five Luminaries treasury, nor turn the power within it into my own cultivation. " Restored in strength, Shen Mu rose and said with a smile, "I was greedy for quick progress; I have made you elder sisters worry. " "Young Master is well versed in medicine — do you also have some knowledge of gynecology?
" a girl asked suddenly. Shen Mu said, "Anything touching the art of healing, I know something of. " That girl's face reddened slightly. "I have a little womb pain, and I wonder if the Young Master.
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. " Shen Mu felt her pulse and laughed.
"A trifling ailment; only an imbalance of inner qi, a touch of cold in the womb. I will write you a prescription. " A girl came forward at once and offered brush and ink.
Shen Mu took up the brush and wrote a prescription, saying, "This is the Warm Palace Pill; after taking it, regulate your inner qi, and it can cut the root of the illness. " The eyes of the girls in the room lit up.
The zither girl, blushing, said in a low voice, "Young Master, I too have some small complaints. .
. " "Young Master, take a look at me as well!
" "Young Master, my menses are irregular.
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Fu Qingyun's head ached.
She shouted, "The Young Master has suffered a cultivation deviation and is not yet recovered. Stop this senseless noise and let him rest quietly!
" Shen Mu laughed. "It is no matter.
Since I cannot practice cultivation while recovering, I may as well rest and set the elder sisters of this courtyard to rights; it costs little strength. And besides, I eat and lodge with Sister Yun'er and am cared for here — how could I not repay it?
" The young women were overjoyed and lined up to come forward; Shen Mu diagnosed them one by one and wrote out prescriptions of every kind.
The pipa girl, seeing Fu Qingyun still in the room, smiled.