71: Chapter 71 Compassionate Rescue

Erzhu and his wife looked at each other, their eyes filled with panic and confusion.

Erzhu scratched the back of his head, struggling to piece together his memory: "The child has just been wandering around the village entrance these past few days. The only thing unusual... That's it!"

"The day before yesterday, he and Gou Sheng and the others went to the valley behind the village!"

"He was jumping around when he came back, until he suddenly developed a high fever yesterday."

"The valley behind the village..." Yun Song's pupils constricted slightly.

Memories of running wild across the mountains and plains in his childhood surged up, and the records of the wolfsbane flower in the chronicles of miraculous healing surfaced along with them.

That poisonous plant, which blooms with beautiful white, yellow, and red flowers, if touched or accidentally ingested.

Its toxicity would brew "Heat Toxin" in the body, causing the person's face to flush red and their tongue coating to become yellow and greasy.

"Old Village Chief, I need Coptis to clear heat, Honeysuckle to detoxify, and Salvia to resolve stasis. Does anyone in the village have these?"

"Coptis and Honeysuckle should be at the apothecary, and Salvia is grown in Old Wang's vegetable garden!" The Old Village Chief slapped his thigh and rushed out in a flurry.

Before long, medicine packets were scattered on the table. Yun Song weighed the medicine, ground it into powder, and mixed it with warm water; his movements were as deft as flowing water.

Everyone gathered around the bedside, even their breathing softening.

After half an incense stick's time, fine beads of sweat seeped from the child's forehead, and his burning little face finally began to cool.

After another moment, the child let out a soft groan, his eyelashes trembling as he opened his eyes.

"Baby!" Erzhu's wife threw herself onto the bedside, tears splashing onto the bedding, "You scared your mother to death!"

The child whimpered weakly: "Mother, I feel unwell..."

Yun Song stopped Erzhu and his wife from kneeling to thank him: "I've only stabilized the condition. Afterward, you still need to crush these three herbs into juice and administer it on time."

Before his voice had even faded, two strands of white light, thinner than spider silk, rose from the couple's heads, silently underwent Fusion, and then vanished into the center of his eyebrows.

A tingling sensation flashed and vanished; had he not been training in martial arts for years with keen senses, he would have been unable to detect it.

This matter spread through Anlan Village like wildfire.

In the fields, once hoes were set aside, the villagers began to recount vividly: "That unique skill of Yun Song's is practically changing King Yama's Book of Life and Death!"

Erzhu's child was burning up so much he was rolling his eyes, yet he was dragged back from the brink! The praise rode the wind and soon drifted to the neighboring Qingliu Village.

At first, the people of Qingliu Village treated it as a joke.

Until Old Man Zhang suddenly became bedridden; the doctors from neighboring villages examined him one after another, all shaking their heads and saying, "Prepare for the funeral."

Watching the old man waste away until he was unrecognizable, his breathing weaker than a broken bellows, a clever young man slapped his thigh: "I heard there's a miracle doctor in Anlan Village, how about...?"

Zhang's son snuck to Yun Song's door overnight, clutching his sleeve and nearly crying.

Without a word, Yun Song grabbed his medicine chest and left.

Arriving at the Zhang household, he saw the old man's complexion was as yellow as paper; he placed his three fingers on the withered wrist.

He began to fire questions like a machine gun: "What did you eat before the illness started? Did you catch a chill? Did you have night sweats?"

After pondering for a long time, Yun Song picked up a brush to write the prescription, then stayed by the stove, watching the bubbles rolling in the medicine pot, reminding them from time to time: "Lower the heat a bit more."

"It's time to add the licorice."

After three doses of medicine were administered, a miracle truly happened; the old man, who could previously only open his eyes,

was actually able to support himself against the wall and slowly shuffle, his clouded eyes regaining a spark of life.

Yun Song's reputation as a miracle doctor firmly took root in the villages for a hundred miles around, more solid than a boulder.

The people converted the Old Village Chief's house into a medical clinic.

A faded cloth banner hung from the eaves, rustling when the wind blew.

The clinic's exterior was simple. At the entrance, the character "Medicine" was mottled but striking.

Several paulownia wood tables and chairs, worn smooth by time, were used for consultations.

The medicine cabinets were arranged neatly, the brass handles on the ebony drawers polished bright by thousands of hands.

The scent of medicine and the Qi of daily life intertwined among the beams and pillars.

At the side where medicine was brewed, ceramic pots bubbled, often emitting wafts of bitter fragrance, becoming a place that guarded the health of the villagers.