Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Gods

"What's wrong with your mother?"

"She keeps coughing, she's been coughing for a long time. She coughs at night too, and can't sleep." The little boy lowered his head, his fingers clenching the hem of his clothes tightly. "My dad said we can't afford a spirit master, so we should just tough it out. But she just won't get better, she's getting thinner and thinner, and even the medicine we bought didn't help."

Yun Qinglin didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

"I heard someone say the other day that a pharmacy opened here, and the medical fees are reasonable. I..." He paused, his voice even softer, "...so I wanted to check it out. But..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Yun Qinglin understood.

He wanted to say, "But this place doesn't look cheap."

The medicine cabinet was new, the table was new, the silver needles were soul guides, and the Qinglin Hall sign looked ancient and grand, making him somewhat hesitant to enter.

"It's not expensive," Yun Qinglin said. "I can take a look at your mother's illness. If it's medicine, it'll only cost a few dozen copper coins."

The little boy looked up, his eyes brightening for a moment, then dimming again: "But..."

"If you don't believe me, ask your Uncle Dan." Yun Qinglin pointed to Dan Chen, who was tidying up the shelves in the yard.

The little boy glanced at Dan Chen, and Dan Chen nodded at him.

He pursed his lips, turned and ran, but turned back at the street corner and shouted, "I'll be right back!"

Yun Qinglin stood at the door, watching him run away, then turned back into the house, arranged the pulse pillow, opened the wooden box of silver needles, took out the fever-reducing prescription, and replaced it with a few cough-relieving and phlegm-reducing prescriptions.

Dan Chen walked in, stood to the side for a while, and said, "This child is called Shi Tou. He lives at the end of the street. It's just him and his mother at home. His father went hunting with a hunting team last year and broke his leg. He recuperated for several months and is now able to work again, but he's in a lot of debt."

"His father is a Soul Master?"

"No, but it seems that the martial soul is a wooden sword, and the soul power is half level. I learned about this from Shangyue when I first arrived. She seems to know about the stone."

Yun Qinglin responded but didn't say anything.

Stone returned not long after.

He helped a woman into the house. The woman was sallow-faced and so thin that her cheekbones protruded. She was out of breath after walking a few steps and coughed the whole way. When she entered the house, she was bent over and coughed for a while before she straightened up.

She saw Yun Qinglin, paused for a moment, then turned to look at Shi Tou, who nodded at her.

"Have a seat," Yun Qinglin said, pointing to the chair in front of the table.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then sat down.

Yun Qinglin pushed the pulse pillow over and had her place her wrist on it.

She stretched out her hand; her knuckles were prominent, her skin rough, and her nails were cut very short.

He placed his fingers on the pulse, which was weak and thready, especially weak at the cun position. He then examined the tongue, which was pale red with a thin white coating and teeth marks on the sides.

"How long have you been coughing?" he asked.

"It's been almost half a year." The woman's voice was hoarse, and she coughed twice after each sentence. "I caught a cold in the winter, coughed for a while, and thought I was better, but then it came back. It's been on and off, and I've never really gotten better."

"Is there a lot of phlegm?"

"Mostly. White, sometimes with a bit of foam."

"Is your cough worse at night?"

"Yeah. I cough as soon as I lie down, and sometimes I can't sleep all night."

Yun Qinglin nodded, understanding the situation. This was due to prolonged coughing damaging the lungs, weakening the lung qi, and causing spleen deficiency leading to phlegm production.

The formula uses Astragalus membranaceus, Atractylodes macrocephala, and Saposhnikovia divaricata to invigorate Qi and strengthen the exterior, with the addition of Citrus reticulata peel and Pinellia ternata to dry dampness and resolve phlegm, and finally, Glycyrrhiza uralensis to harmonize the formula.

These are all common medicines and don't cost much.

He stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, opened several drawers, and began to take, weigh, and repackage the medicine.

The movements were not fast, but very skillful, even somewhat dazed, as if they had returned to a past life.

Astragalus membranaceus 3 qian, Atractylodes macrocephala 3 qian, Saposhnikovia divaricata 2 qian, Citrus reticulata 2 qian, Pinellia ternata 2 qian, Glycyrrhiza uralensis 1 qian.

He divided the medicine into fourteen portions with paper, tied them tightly with string, and wrote the decoction method on another piece of paper: boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, take it once in the morning and once in the evening, for seven consecutive days.

He handed the medicine packet and prescription to the woman, saying, "Take this for seven days. After seven days, whether you're better or not, come back for a check-up."

The woman took the medicine packet, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How much?"

"Fifty copper soul coins."

The woman paused, a look of disbelief on her face.

She probably didn't expect that this packet of medicine, plus the consultation fee, would only cost fifty copper soul coins.

Shi Tou was also stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, took out several copper coins and a silver coin from his pocket, counted them several times, and handed them over. Yun Qinglin took the silver coin, gave him fifty copper coins in change, and pushed it back.

That's enough.

Stone clutched the few copper coins, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

The woman stood up, and Chongyun Qinglin bowed deeply, while Shi Tou bent his waist even lower.

Yun Qinglin didn't stop them, but simply said, "Remember to come in seven days."

Shi Tou helped his mother out, but when they reached the door, he turned back and said, "Thank you, Dr. Yun."

This was the first time in his life that he had heard someone call him "Dr. Yun". Yun Qinglin stood at the door and watched him walk away. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if he had seen a patient off in that small clinic in his previous life.

Dan Chen leaned against the door frame, glanced at him, and said nothing.

In the sea of ​​spirits, Electrolux's voice rang out, tinged with a rare interest.

"A very interesting treatment. This is the first time I've ever seen a doctor who can diagnose a person's entire illness just by feeling their pulse. Is this how people in your world treat illnesses?"

"It takes several years of study to become a master," Yun Qinglin thought to himself. "It's not something you can know just by touching it; it takes many years of practice to know."

Each pulse type corresponds to a specific ailment; what pulse is floating, what pulse is deep, what pulse is wiry, what pulse is slippery... These are all things that our predecessors gradually summarized; what I've learned is simply what's already there.

"It's a summary from our predecessors," Electrox repeated the words. "In your world, where cultivation is impossible, you've managed to heal and save lives to this extent. What's the secret?"

"It's passed down from person to person," Yun Qinglin said. "One person learns it, then teaches ten people. Ten people learn it, then teach a hundred people. If one of the hundred people is even more skilled than the master, then the knowledge continues to be passed down. Over thousands of years, that's how much we've accumulated."

"Although you say that there is no way to cultivate in your world, it can encompass all the cultivation systems in the vast world, and it can also create a world where everyone is almost equal. This is extraordinary."

"Yes," Yun Qinglin sighed.

He was thinking about stones.

What if I were transported to a family like Shi Tou's?

His mother had been ill for a long time but they couldn't afford treatment, and his father had broken his leg and was burdened with debt. How could he possibly change his family's situation?

"Uncle Dan, do you know exactly where the Stone family lives? I'd like to go and take a look in a couple of days."

"Okay, I'll come to your dorm to find you after your classes are over in a couple of days."

"it is good."

Sure enough, only Shi Tou tried the medicine once that afternoon, but Yun Qinglin wasn't in a hurry; reputation is something you build up over time.