The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 11 Pain Relief
Wan Fuchun was also taken aback. What terrifying eyes those were! They looked like they wanted to devour someone.

The saying goes that when two sides meet on a narrow path, the brave will win. When the difference in combat strength between the two sides is not significant, the outcome depends on their momentum. Han Qing's momentum far surpassed that of the three of them, making them all feel fear.

"Are you Han Cheng's son?" Wan Fuchun forced himself to remain calm and stared at Han Qing. He knew that Han Cheng had a son who was about the same age.

Han Qing remained silent. Wan Fuchun's left-hand servant dared to make a move and reached out to grab Han Qing's shoulder. Unexpectedly, Han Qing grabbed his arm first and twisted it forcefully. A burst of great strength erupted. The big man tried to resist but found that his strength was not on the same level, and his arm was twisted at an angle.

With a pull and a shake from Han Qing, a cracking sound rang out, and the burly man's arm was dislocated, hanging limply at his sides. The man grimaced and cried out.

Wan Fuchun was startled and dared not linger any longer: "Let's go!"

The three turned and left. Han Qing did not chase after them, nor did he engage in a fight.

He was absolutely confident of winning in a one-on-one situation, and while he was also confident in a three-on-one situation, he worried that things might get complicated if the two elders were also involved.

Moreover, fighting in one's own pharmacy would not only affect business, but also likely result in the owner having to bear the losses if anything was damaged.

Although according to the rules of the imperial court, it was right that Wan Fuchun and his two companions deserved to be injured for barging into the pharmacy and causing trouble, and the pharmacy should bear the losses, rules are rules, and the actual situation is another matter.

After the three left, the two elders breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "Qing'er, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Han Qing shook her head: "It's nothing."

"Qing'er, why are you back?" Han Cheng asked. He knew that Han Qing had just returned home once and was not allowed to go out again according to the rules.

"I've come to buy medicine for Master Fang!" Han Qing said, getting up to go to the inner room's storeroom to fetch the medicine.

The two elders did not stop him, knowing full well what kind of person Han Qing was and that he wouldn't lie.

"Ginseng rootlets, Poria cocos, Albizia julibrissin bark, Platycladus orientalis seed, Polygonum multiflorum stem..."

Han Qing quickly retrieved the medicinal herbs he needed from the treasury, costing a total of six and a half taels, enough for Master Fang to take for a week.

"Father, Mother, I need five taels of silver. I need it urgently." Han Qing took out one and a half taels of silver from the bag. It should have been six and a half taels, but he kept five taels for himself.

“Alright, Qing’er, why don’t you take this tael and a half as well?” Zhang Cuilian asked.

"Five taels is enough." Han Qing shook his head. Although he was an adopted son, his parents doted on him and almost always obeyed his every command.

However, he was sensible in his actions and very frugal in his life. He was unwilling to waste a single penny of his parents' money unless absolutely necessary.

...

After saying goodbye to his parents, Han Qing went out and headed straight for Hengtai Pawnshop.

At the same time, Wan Fuchun and two servants were also walking towards Wanchun Hall.

"Shopkeeper, this kid is so young, yet he's so strong. Could he already be an advanced martial artist?" the burly man with the dislocated arm guessed.

"It's hard to say. Some people have good physiques and are born with great strength, which is not impossible. But this kid is really strange. His eyes are like those of a wild wolf. Let's put Old Man Han aside for now and deal with the other pharmacies in the city first," Wan Fuchun pondered.

"Should we just let this go?" the burly man retorted, his anger seething inside.

“Fool, what else do you want? If you want revenge, do it yourself. Do you expect me to stand up for you? However, in a few days I will be reporting the business situation of Wanchuntang to Master Luo. When I see Chief Luo, I will ask him what’s going on with this kid. How can he be so powerful at such a young age?” Wan Fuchun glared at the big man and then pondered.

the other side.

Han Qing was carrying a piece of precious jade on his way back to the yamen. He was holding medicine in his left hand and stroking the jade with his right. When he reached a secluded spot, he took it out and examined it closely, but found nothing special about it.

"The jade's color is impure, and it differs from what I remember. I wonder what went wrong? Or is there more than one jade pendant?" Han Qing was filled with confusion. He couldn't understand why the Yin-Yang Sect would go to such lengths to find such a piece of jade.

"Could it be that I'm their real target? Is this jade just one clue?" Han Qing shook his head. He had too little information to make a judgment, but he still felt it was best to be cautious. "Hiding in the yamen is the safest place, but I can't stay home all the time just because I'm afraid of danger. If this medicine really works on Master Fang's illness, I'll have to go out every week from now on. What if the Yin-Yang Scholar attacks me in secret?"

As Han Qing walked, his brows furrowed into a knot.

He was cautious and liked to plan ahead. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the entrance of the government office, and his brows relaxed.

"I'm missing a skill in lightness of movement! As long as I can run fast, the Yin-Yang Scholar won't be able to do anything to me."

...

Back in the secluded courtyard.

Han Qing brought the medicine to Master Fang and explained in detail how much each herb weighed, how much it cost, and what it was used for.

Master Fang was quite satisfied. If Han Qing lied and embezzled money, as long as the amount wasn't too large, he could turn a blind eye. However, Han Qing's reputation in his eyes would plummet.

However, judging from the results, the amount was exactly what it should be, and Han Qing had no ulterior motives.

"Try it for a week first. If it works, I'll reward you handsomely!"

So, for the next few days, Han Qing stopped practicing martial arts and didn't have to sharpen his knife in the mornings. He was in charge of preparing medicine for Master Fang, which was a much easier job and made the other young men very envious.

After drinking the medicine for five days, Fang Ye did not feel much improvement. However, Han Qing said that this disease was difficult to cure and would take time to cure. He knew that this disease was difficult to cure, so he was very patient.

However, on the sixth day, a sudden wind picked up at night, and his headache returned. It felt like someone was chopping his head with an axe. The pain was unbearable, and he couldn't sleep, so he had to call Han Qing over.

"I have a terrible headache right now, is there any way to relieve the pain?"

"Yes! Acupuncture can be used for pain relief!"

Fang Ye happened to have a complete set of tools at home. In a short while, Han Qing inserted the first needle, quick, accurate, and steady.

With a silver needle inserted into his head, Master Fang's pain was immediately relieved.

"It works!" Mr. Fang's eyes lit up.

Han Qing withdrew the needles and then inserted them again, each needle inserted cleanly and precisely, with precise control over the acupoints.

Extremely accurate.

After the thirteen needles were inserted, Fang Ye's pain had completely subsided, and he looked at Han Qing.

"Good lad, I didn't expect you to be a medical genius! This acupuncture pain relief method is indeed effective."

He had some doubts about the prescription before, after all, how could Han Qing, who was so young, have such high medical skills? But now he was completely convinced that someone could have extraordinary talent in two fields at the same time.

“These past few days, every time you come here, your eyes are fixed on my bookshelf. You must be very interested in these books. I told you, if you can cure my illness, I will definitely reward you!” After a pause, Master Fang got up and went to the third bookshelf on the left. He reached out and pulled out a book titled “Detailed Explanation of the Nine Yang True Skill”.

"This was written by the founder of the Nine Yang True Skill himself. It contains the most thorough understanding of this martial art. Take it and read it carefully. It will make your martial arts progress faster. You can come to me every week to get a book, provided that your medicine works. If my headache can be completely cured, you can read as many books as you want here," Master Fang said with a smile.

Han Qing was overjoyed, nodded seriously, bowed to Master Fang again, and turned to leave.

"This kid is a genius. I've really struck gold. He's just a bit withdrawn and doesn't like to talk. But geniuses always have some quirks."

Grandpa Fang yawned; now he could finally fall asleep.

(End of this chapter)