The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 9 Perfect Medical Skills
In an instant, a flood of information appeared in his mind, causing Han Qing to lose his composure slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he had grasped a great deal of medical knowledge, including the identification of various herbs, bone setting and acupuncture, and the essence of the Chen family's medical skills. He had reaped all the fruits of Chen Guilin's decades of medical practice and hard work.

Because the knowledge was so vast, he had not fully digested it even after returning to the Minglu Hall compound.

For a full hour afterward, medical knowledge kept emerging, and the proficiency level of Chen's Famous Physician's Notes on the panel also kept rising, from novice to beginner, from beginner to expert, from minor success to major success, and finally, when it was pitch black, the proficiency level finally reached one hundred, which is perfection.

"I learned the medical skills that Chen Guilin had taken decades to master in just one afternoon. This Seven Killings Stele is truly terrifying," Han Qing thought to himself.

Although he was distracted and didn't practice martial arts much all afternoon, he was overjoyed.

He glanced at the people around him and could tell their physical condition and strength at a glance.

When his gaze fell on Luo Ying, he noticed that something was wrong with the latter. Although he appeared to be bloated and walked with a loose gait, he could tell from details such as the color of his eyes, the color of his tongue coating, and the luster of his skin that this person had abundant blood and energy and a strong physique, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"Luo Ying is hiding his strength. He practiced martial arts for no more than two hours the past two days, but he was a little more diligent this afternoon and practiced for three hours."

I initially thought this person's martial arts skills were mediocre, but now it seems he must have already entered the realm of martial arts. He probably learned the Nine Yang Manual before entering the government office, but I don't know if he's at the beginner level, proficient, or at least at a minor level.

Han Qing pondered to himself that if it weren't for his perfect medical skills, he wouldn't have been able to discern the clues from these small details.

"As expected, Luo Ying is not so simple." Han Qing looked Luo Ying up and down again, and naturally many hidden vital points of the human body came to mind.

"The Youguanqiao point is located one and a half inches below the navel. Striking it with a fist can cause the enemy to exhale as if the tide is flowing backward, causing severe pain in both lungs. Although it is not fatal, the pain is unbearable and cannot be endured by ordinary people."

"The Li Huo Qiao (离火窍) is located in the depression below the left scapula. After being struck, the left arm becomes weak, as if the muscles have atrophied, or as if the body is being burned by fire."

"The Tianming acupoint is located half an inch behind the ear. Striking it forcefully can cause the enemy's five senses to become confused, making them smell the fragrance of flowers as if they were rotting corpses and see the bright moon as if it were a bloody sun, greatly reducing their combat power."

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After looking at it from top to bottom, Han Qing recalled more than thirty hidden and vital acupoints in one breath.

These acupoints are generally unknown to the public; they are only recorded in the notes of the famous physicians of the Chen family.

"From now on, when fighting enemies, I will focus on these vital points. With a little effort, I can inflict tenfold damage," Han Qing thought to himself. Although his martial arts skills had not improved much, he felt that his combat power had more than doubled.

Just as he was pondering this, Zhao Teng shouted, "Stop! That's enough for today. We'll continue tomorrow!"

The group of teenagers scattered in a hurry, most of them exhausted, and each headed towards their own backyard.

"I'm so tired. I've only trained for three days, and my body feels like it's falling apart. If I keep training, I'm afraid I won't even be able to stand up," one teenager complained.

“You have a mid-grade physique but a weak foundation. You need to reduce your training time, or something terrible will happen,” another person said.

"What if I practice too little, my martial arts progress is too slow, and I get eliminated?" the boy wondered.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Your aptitude is average, barely enough to reach the middle grade. If your family had money, meat at every meal, and a bowl of nourishing soup every week, you wouldn't have to worry about ruining your middle-grade aptitude," another person said.

"There's nothing I can do, my dad has no money, I can only tough it out!" the boy gritted his teeth.

As Han Qing listened to the young people's discussion, he himself didn't feel particularly tired; this was the benefit of having superior physical attributes.

"However, if this continues, even top-grade physical attributes won't be enough. We'll need both dietary and medicinal supplements," Han Qing pondered.
He didn't want to ask his parents for money anymore and decided to find a way himself.

Back in the secluded courtyard.

Han Qing was about to go back to her room to sleep when suddenly, Master Fang opened the door. "Han Qing, come in."

Han Qing then entered Master Fang's room. This was his first time entering; in the past, he would only pass by and catch a glimpse of it through the crack in the door.

Upon entering, he glanced around and saw that the room was very spacious, with more than a dozen bookshelves standing side by side, each filled with books. The richness of the collection astonished him.

"Books are precious in this era. People from poor backgrounds who want to read have to borrow books and copy them. Master Fang has so many books. Their origins must be extraordinary," Han Qing thought to himself.

He glanced carefully at the books on the shelf closest to him and immediately became very interested.

"The Cultivation Notes of the Master of Yuelu Palace", "The Records of the Great Yu Region", "A Detailed Explanation of the Nine Yang True Skill", "A List of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World", "A Collection of Spiritual Seeds from the Shennong Dao Palace"...

Han Qing suddenly felt an urge to read all these books. He came from a small place like Baiyun County. The world was too big for him, and his vision was too narrow. These books could broaden his horizons.

"I heard from Yang Wu that you've mastered the Nine Yang True Skill?" Master Fang asked slowly, his eyes half-open, interrupting Han Qing's thoughts.

Han Qing nodded and demonstrated all thirty-six movements in front of Master Fang.

After reading it, Master Fang's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is not just the beginning, it's practically mastery! I ask you, before joining the yamen, did you learn this martial art?"

Han Qing shook his head.

"Never learned it? Good lad, you're almost proficient in just three days. You're truly a peerless genius. I never expected to find such a talent in this small Baiyun County. Here you go." Fang Ye suddenly pulled out a palm-sized gourd from a cabinet and tossed it into the air.

Han Qing reached out and grabbed it, then weighed it in his hand; he could hear the sound of water sloshing inside.

"This is a pot of Sanhexiang medicinal wine. Take a sip when you're tired from training. It can replenish your strength and nourish your blood. You're good at everything else, but you're too stubborn and push yourself too hard in martial arts training. It would be a real pity if you ruined your career."

"Remember this: you must not slack off in your martial arts practice, nor can you be too reckless. As long as you can maintain this rapid progress in your martial arts, I will send you a pot of medicinal wine every week. Do you understand?" Master Fang instructed.

Han Qing nodded without saying a word, but his gaze was fixed on Master Fang's eyes.

Master Fang felt a little uneasy under Han Qing's gaze. If it were any other servant who dared to stare at him like that, he would have slapped them. However, considering Han Qing's eccentric personality and his unlimited future potential, he dismissed the idea and waved his hand, saying, "Go to sleep."

Han Qing suddenly asked, "Master Fang, are you mentally clear-headed during the day, but suffer from unbearable headaches when the wind blows, and become stiff-limbed at night, as if you are a puppet being controlled by someone, and then have no memory of the previous night when you wake up the next day?"

"Huh? How did you know, kid? Did Yang Wu tell you?" Master Fang's eyes gleamed with surprise.

He had been suffering from this disease for ten years and had consulted many doctors in Baiyun County, but it was still difficult to cure.

"No, did Master Fang ever see Doctor Chen from Dan Gui Fang?" Han Qing asked.

"Hmph, that Chen fellow has a bad temper and is dishonest. How could I possibly seek his medical help?" Master Fang sneered.

“Master Fang, you’ve been poisoned. Your eyes are tinged with blue cloud-like patterns. This is the Mangting’s rare poison, Soul-Separating Miasma. I can cure you,” Han Qing said.

"You're so young, do you think you're a very skilled doctor? I've searched all over Baiyun County for famous doctors, and even went to the county town to see doctors, but none of them could cure my illness, not even your father. Are you that confident?" Master Fang asked.

Han Qing nodded. He really could cure this disease. It was a coincidence that a physician from the Chen family had traveled the world to learn medicine and happened to have been to Mangting. He had seen and cured this kind of disease.

"Since you're so confident, I'll let you try another day. Let me make this clear: if you cure it, there will be a generous reward; if you fail, there will be a severe punishment!" Master Fang said, squinting his eyes.

This headache bothered him, and he was willing to try anything, no matter how small the chance, even though he didn't have high hopes.

(End of this chapter)