Three Kingdoms: A Million Soldiers Grown from the Fields

Chapter 41 First Aid (Please continue reading)

[Strength Pill: Increases the user's Strength attribute by one (lasts for two hours).]

[Swiftness Pill: Increases the user's reaction attribute by one (lasts for two hours).]

[Smart Pill: Increases the user's learning speed and efficiency by 20% (lasts for two hours).]

There are only three prescriptions for the Level 1 Miracle Medicine skill. Although the names of each one are somewhat low-class, their effects are straightforward.

This is the second skill Zhang Xian has unlocked that allows him to create magical items, besides the [Medicine Chef] skill.

However, it has been almost a month and he still hasn't tried to make any recovery food.

He originally planned to start trying it after the spring planting season, but smallpox disrupted all his plans.

After the smallpox vaccination was administered, he was spinning like a top for the past twenty-odd days; otherwise, his medical skills wouldn't have improved so quickly.

That's why the decision was made to have other doctors come to Taoyuan to practice medicine.

It is almost certain that Taoyuan will see a steady stream of people seeking medical treatment in the near future, and the smallpox vaccination method will continue to be promoted.

With the connections he'd made with the powerful families of Zhending during this time, his next task was to promote smallpox vaccination across the entire county. He didn't dare to talk about the grand scale, but at least he aimed to eradicate smallpox within Zhending County.

That was also his initial idea.

However, a month ago he was simply unable to do so, so he could only first curry favor with the powerful clans to gain benefits, and then use the prestige of the aristocratic families to gain influence in the medical field, thereby laying the foundation.

One person's strength is ultimately weak, even if they have a cheat code, it won't work. But if there are more doctors who can inoculate smallpox, then it's possible!
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Ping!
Pong!
Bang!

The spear flashed like snowflakes, its sharpness fully revealed. It slammed down, thrust forward, and parried upward, each move exquisite, leaving the opponent with no choice but to dodge.

Within the loose loess circle, Xiahou Lan flung his spear and splashed sand, instantly enveloping Zhang Xian in a cloud of yellow dust.

Zhang Xian, dressed in coarse cloth and wielding a ring-pommel sword, showed no fear in the face of the hazy dust before him. He twisted and turned, giving Xiahou Lan no chance to strike, pushing his speed to the limit.

"It's only polite to return the favor! You eat sand too!" He kicked up a cloud of dust and flung it at Xiahou Lan, then lunged at him.

Having experienced the danger of "an inch longer, an inch stronger" firsthand, Zhang Xian gave him no chance to widen his position.

As Xiahou Lan parried with his sword, the blade of his ring-pommel sword embedded itself in the hardwood shaft of his spear, causing Xiahou Lan a pang of heartache.

The two engaged in a struggle of their upper bodies. Xiahou Lan kicked forward with her right leg, but Zhang Xian seemed to have anticipated this. The moment Xiahou Lan moved her leg, Zhang Xian immediately reversed her grip on the hilt of the knife, and the blade sliced ​​around the shaft of the spear. The edge of the blade then pierced Xiahou Lan's face from below the shaft.

The latter was startled. His right leg, which was about to kick forward, turned and pushed backward. Zhang Xian did not stop him. He followed Xiahou Lan's retreat and returned the knife. Then, with extremely fast speed, he gripped the hilt with both hands and used the hilt ring as a hammer to strike Xiahou Lan's chest!

"stop!!"

Outside the yellow earth circle, Zhao Yun suddenly shouted to stop. If he hadn't called for Brother Xian to strike, Alan would have been bedridden for at least seven or eight days.

Zhang Xian's movements came to an abrupt halt, and he flashed away to deflect the force.

Xiahou Lan staggered back several steps before regaining his balance, his face filled with lingering fear. He realized that if he had been hit, he would likely have been injured for a while.

"Brother Xian, you're too scary."

He holstered his gun and walked towards Zhang Xian, grumbling to himself.

"Oh my god, I got so caught up in the fight that for a moment I almost really felt like I was in a real battle."

Zhang Xian scratched his noticeably long hair, looking embarrassed.

Zhao Yun also came in from outside the circle. He took Zhang Xian and Xiahou Lan's weapons and said with a hint of reproach, "Brother Xian, you were too reckless. If you hadn't stopped just now, Alan would have been bedridden for at least a few days."

"And Alan! Why did you let Brother Xian close the distance? When he came at you, didn't you fight back? Even if you didn't have a chance to fight back, wouldn't you have taken a few steps back?!"

Faced with Zhao Yun's reprimand, Zhang Xian and Xiahou Lan both looked obedient and nodded in agreement from time to time, showing no intention of refuting him.

Nearby, some villagers who had finished a day's farm work and other jobs watched the spectacle with amusement, occasionally offering Zhao Yun a word of encouragement.

After speaking at length, Yun Di finally stopped, exhaled a breath of stale air, and threw the knife and gun back.

However, the knife was thrown to Xiahou Lan, while the gun was thrown to Zhang Xian.

"Brother Xian, you've mastered swordsmanship, now practice with long weapons! Hold a spear for half an hour!" "Alan! Swing your sword a thousand times with all your might! You can sleep when you're done!"

"promise!"

Zhang Xian and the other man both obeyed.

They dared not provoke Yun, who was now quite ruthless.

The head instructor of the twenty-seven people in Taoyuan, even Zhang Xian had to obey his orders during the training period.

"And you lot! Are you bored out of your minds? Go and move some stone weights to train your strength!"

"No!"

The villagers who had come to watch the commotion quickly ran away, leaving only the young men guarding the village with faces full of regret.

This spectacle shouldn't be watched.

At dusk in Peach Blossom Spring, only a wisp of smoke rises from the village, and the aroma of millet mingles with the fragrance of pumpkin throughout the newly reborn estate.

"Time to eat! It's time to rest, Yun-ge'er."

Li Zhen, with two braids, skipped and hopped into the martial arts training ground.

Zhao Yun crossed his arms and glanced at the people in the arena.

Upon seeing Li Zhen's arrival, the young guards of the village were as if they had seen a savior. The muscles in their arms, which were holding stone locks, bulged and trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat slid down their arms.

"put."

Zhao Yun lowered his arm and said calmly. The young men breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put down the stone lock and ran towards the thatched house.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the loess circle, one person stood upright in a horse stance, holding the butt of a spear parallel to the ground, while another person swung a blade with all their might.

"Let's eat first, Brother Xian, Alan."

After the training was over, Zhao Yun's expression softened considerably, and the youthful look of a teenager returned to his face.

"oh oh."

Zhang Xian straightened up and stretched comfortably. Despite being scolded badly, the effect was indeed good.

Xiahou Lan, who was standing to the side, also sheathed his sword. The three brothers walked out of the training ground side by side on the dirt road. Just as the three of them were about to reach the thatched house where they would eat.

A figure came running from outside Peach Blossom Spring.

"Mr. Zixu, please help me!"

The man was carrying a child on his back; his face was flushed and he was breathing rapidly.

Seeing this, Zhang Xian didn't care whether he ate or not; nothing was more important than a life.

He quickly reached out and took the child, his fingers naturally resting on the child's wrist.

"The pulse is irregular and fluctuating."

Then he turned his head and pressed it against the child's chest.

"My breathing is sticky and difficult."

"Brother Yun, bring me my medicine packet!"

"Brother Lan, bring the ceramic basin of boiling water!"

"promise!"

The two hurriedly ran away. Zhang Xian picked up the child and ran towards a thatched hut with its doors and windows wide open. The hut was clean and tidy, without a trace of clutter, and brightly lit.

(End of this chapter)