The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 788: Tragedy of Life and Death
The herb, also known as "raw sedge" or "purple swaying flower," is warm in nature, sweet, slightly bitter, and slightly warm in taste. It enters the spleen and lung meridians. The herb is dark purple, and the buds are bell-shaped like morning glories. It grows deep in the cool, misty valleys. The buds contain strange insect eggs...
—Diary of Heo Jun, the royal physician to Gwanghaegun, 1591
On the stone pillar in the center of the stone chamber sat a man wearing a black cloth on his head. The man was wearing a five-clawed robe, and the brocade on the cuffs and chest was worn and stained with blood. Hearing footsteps outside the stone chamber, the man let out a low, beast-like growl from his throat and struggled to stand up. He was immediately restrained by the iron chains tied to his hands and feet. The shackles hit the stone pillar, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

When Huang Taiji heard Hukou still roaring, he couldn't help but feel sad. His body trembled and he didn't notice the shaman and the famous Korean doctor saluting him.

"My slave is Jiashe, my slave is Xu Cheng,"

"Greetings to the Emperor! Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"

"Get up." Huang Taiji waved to the two of them and his eyes fell on Hukou on the stone pillar. Hukou was the nickname of Heshuo Beile Haoge, and only his father Huang Taiji would call his son that.

Noticing the solemn expression on the emperor's face, Xu Cheng hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty, Prince Beile is much better today. Even now, even when he smells human flesh, he is not as crazy as he was in the past few days."

"Oh." The Crown Prince rubbed his nose and nodded slightly.

Perhaps to cooperate with the medical officer's words, Hauge, who was tied to a pillar and covered with a black cloth and had been roaring continuously, suddenly became quiet. He no longer hit the stone with the iron chain, and no longer banged his head against the stone pillar. His breathing became even and smooth, as if he was also quietly listening to the conversation between his father and the two servants.

"Did the crow blood work?"

Xu Che nodded repeatedly and said respectfully, "That's right, Your Majesty. Crow blood is cold in nature and is most effective in producing marrow and transforming blood. Taking it with the Life and Death Grass can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Huang Taiji's worried look eased slightly, and he praised the Korean doctor: "Doctor Xu is well versed in medicine. It is worth my while to invite you from Seoul. You really have the ability to bring the dead back to life..."

Xu Che quickly said modestly, "Your Majesty, you are too kind. I am merely inheriting my family's knowledge. I also learned this art of resurrection from my father."

Three years ago, when Huang Taiji led his troops to the east to invade Korea and besieged Seoul, he heard from the surrendered Koreans about the deeds of Xu Che's father, Xu Jun, the imperial physician of Gwanghaegun. This man not only brought people back to life with his miraculous hands, but also regenerated flesh from withered bones and brought people back to life.

During the Imjin War, it is said that Xu Che's father prepared the herb of life and death and gave it to the corpses, which allowed the dead Korean soldiers to stand up again and continue fighting against the Japanese pirates, eventually defeating them.

The Jianzhou Jurchens, who lived only across a river from Korea, had naturally heard of such legends. However, Huang Taiji had previously regarded them as supernatural and sneered at them... He never expected that such medical skills really existed in the world.

"When Prince Haoge recovers, I will reward you handsomely and make you the chief of the Imperial Hospital of the Qing Dynasty!" Xu Che knelt down hurriedly, banged his head on the ground, and kowtowed to the Emperor of Qing to express his gratitude.

The fully armed shaman interrupted the two and shouted, "Your Majesty, Changshengtian will soon leave. You must perform the ritual as soon as possible."

Xu Che glared at the shaman fiercely and found that the shaman was also looking at him viciously. It was clear that both of them regarded the other as a thorn in their eyes.

"Master Jiashe, let's begin. Since Changshengtian can heal it, let's try it too."

The shaman, dressed in armor and a colorful skirt, is adorned with nine bronze mirrors and nine small brass bells. A colorful flag is placed on his back, and he holds a sheepskin drum with a small iron ring hanging from the handle. He dances to the rhythmic beat of the drum, the clash of the bronze mirrors, and the bells, and chants something, inviting the "Sahus" (reincarnated spirits) to descend to hell and possess him.

Singing and dancing class for an hour
iduheshig、eduheshig
Idugen, edugen, utugen
Finally, the wizard opened the cloth bag brought by the Qing emperor, took out forty-nine crows from it, and twisted the crows' necks.

The black bird blood flowed from the wound into the empty bowl on the table.

Anyone who does something for others will suffer and even death will be difficult to achieve.

Under Ama's gaze, the wizard tore off the black cloth on Hauge's head and quickly stepped back.

Hauge's face was stained with blood, which had already dried. The rat-tail braid on the back of his head mixed with the dirt, and turned black and hard, like a spear piercing the sky. Heshuo Beile's face was distorted, like a weasel run over by a carriage, one eyeball was missing, and his lips were slightly turned up, revealing two broken front teeth...

Si~~~Si

He soon smelled the crow blood on the table. He opened his mouth wide, and a strong stench of decay and the fishy smell of blood instantly flooded the entire stone chamber.

(End of this chapter)