Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

[Disclaimer: The content is purely fictional and made up.]

At the high-speed rail station, Lu Xingyao clung to his neck, refusing to let go. Su Wan stood beside him, pinched his cuff with her fingers, and then let go.

Come back soon.

"You all stay home and wait for me to come back. Xingyao, you eat more papaya, Su Wan doesn't need to eat any."

"You scumbag!"

Chen Mo smiled, turned around, and entered the station without looking back.

When the high-speed train starts moving, Hangzhou outside the window recedes into the distance, buildings turn into fields, and fields turn into mountains.

He leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, and the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine in his mind automatically arranged itself.

Uremia, known in Western medicine as end-stage renal disease, occurs when the glomerular filtration rate drops below 15%, toxins cannot be eliminated, and dialysis is the only way to prolong life.

Traditional Chinese medicine does not have this disease name; based on the symptoms, it falls under the categories of obstruction, urinary retention, and consumptive disease.

Spleen and kidney yang deficiency leads to internal retention of dampness and turbidity. Prolonged illness can affect the collaterals, causing blood stasis to obstruct the kidney collaterals.

The main prescription is ready: aconite, rhubarb, astragalus, poria, salvia miltiorrhiza, and motherwort.

The ingredients, including the principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guiding herbs, are listed one by one, with additions, subtractions, modifications, decoction methods, and administration methods all clearly outlined.

After arriving in the county town, he went to the medicinal herb market.

With eyesight at a high level, one can tell the quality of medicinal herbs at a glance.

For Coptis chinensis, the rhizome should be thick and robust with a yellow-red cross-section; for Rheum palmatum, the veins should be clearly defined...

He visited three shops, bought dozens of kinds of medicine, and packaged them in different containers.

The shopkeeper glanced at him a couple more times while weighing the medicine.

"Young man, I've never seen a prescription like this in my twenty years in this business. It's bold, but the ingredients are perfectly balanced. Who is your master?"

Chen Mo took the medicine packet, put the medicine into his backpack, but actually put it into his bronze ring.

"I didn't have a teacher; I just figured it out on my own when I was bored."

After leaving the pharmacy, I hailed a taxi and headed towards the village.

The mountains outside the car window receded into the distance, with pine trees and bamboo forests layered upon each other, and mist drifting over the mountainside.

He recalled how, when he was a child, he had a fever and his mother carried him on her back along a small path to town, a journey that took them all night.

Now the forests are getting denser, and that path is hidden by trees and weeds, so it can no longer be found.

When I got home, my mother was picking vegetables in the yard, bok choy, placing them one by one into a bamboo basket.

"Mom, I'm home."

Chen Mo walked up and took the small bok choy from his mother's hand.

His mother looked at him, stood for a while, and then bent down to get the basket.

"Where's Wanwan? Why didn't she come back with you? Have you eaten yet?"

"She's busy with work, so I came back by myself. I just ate in town."

Chen Mo put the remaining bok choy into the side of the basket.

"But I can eat another meal of Mom's cooking."

His mother straightened up, glanced at him, her lips twitched slightly, and then she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

There's still porridge in the pot. I'll go heat it up for you.

"I'll do it myself."

Chen Mo followed her into the kitchen.

His mother took off her apron and handed it to him.

"The porridge is in the pot, and the side dishes are in the cupboard."

Chen Mo took the apron, tied it on, and started to heat the porridge over a wood fire. After a few minutes, he opened the pot lid.

The porridge had thickened, so he stirred it a couple of times with a spoon, ladled out two bowls, and brought them out.

His mother sat at the table and saw that he had filled two bowls. Without saying a word, she pushed one of the bowls toward him.

Chen Mo sat down and placed a piece of side dish into his mother's bowl. "How's Dad's appetite lately?"

"I've already eaten, you can eat. Your dad doesn't really want to eat after dialysis, but he's been feeling a bit better these past couple of days."

The mother picked up a small piece of side dish and took a bite.

Sometimes I only drink half a bowl of porridge.

"It's alright. I learned some skills from an old Chinese medicine doctor, and I came back this time to treat him so he can eat more in the future."

The mother and son ate and chatted until they finished the porridge.

Chen Mo went into the inner room.

The father leaned against the headboard, his face ashen, his eyelids swollen, and his lips cyanotic.

After two years of dialysis, I lost a lot of weight, and the needle marks on the back of my hands were as numerous as a sieve.

Seeing Chen Mo come in, he straightened up, but his back swayed as he left the headboard. Chen Mo reached out to steady him and placed a pillow behind his back.

"I don't have much strength after dialysis. Last time you brought your girlfriend back, I had to force myself to stay strong."

said the father.

"I know. Once she recovers from this treatment, I'll bring her back next time, and you won't have to force yourself anymore."

"Is that old Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned on the phone reliable? Your mother and I have also seen many Chinese medicine doctors and taken a lot of medicine, but our condition has not improved."

"Don't worry, that old Chinese medicine doctor is very skilled."

Chen Mo sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled his father's wrist over, and grasped the back of his hand.

"Dad, let me take your pulse."

All skills at the Transcendent Realm are activated.

Press your fingertips on the skin, and the pulse will peel away layer by layer.

Floating particles are light and astringent, medium particles are soft and moist, and deep particles are fine and delicate.

The pulse at the cun position is particularly severe, like a lamp that is about to burn out.

The tongue is pale and swollen with teeth marks, the coating is white and greasy, and the veins under the tongue are dark purple and tortuous. This indicates spleen and kidney yang deficiency, internal retention of dampness and turbidity, and prolonged illness affecting the collaterals, with blood stasis obstructing the kidney collaterals.

Chen Mo withdrew his hand, placed his father's hand back on the blanket, and covered him up.

"The situation is exactly the same as what that old Chinese medicine doctor described, and it can be cured."

His father looked at him calmly without asking how to treat it.

He simply looked at Chen Mo and nodded.

"The medicine is a bit bitter."

Chen Mo chuckled. "You fed me medicine when I was little, and now I feed it to you. We're even."

The father's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything; instead, his shoulders relaxed.

Chen Mo went to the kitchen to prepare the medicine, using a clay pot and charcoal fire.

First, decoct the aconite root, and then add the other herbs after the water boils. The order in which the herbs are added must be exactly the same.

Bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

The decoction was strained and filled exactly one bowl. The brown liquid swirled in the bowl, as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

He carried the bowl to the bedside, and his father took the bowl and drank it down himself.

Is it bitter?

Chen Mo asked.

The father had his eyes closed.

"More comfortable than dialysis."

Chen Mo took the bowl and put it down, then took out the silver needles and moxa sticks.

Have the father lie flat and apply warm acupuncture to Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, and Taixi points on both sides.

Once the needle is inserted and the Qi is obtained, the moxa wool wrapped around the needle handle is ignited, and the heat penetrates deep into the acupoint along the needle.

Then select the Shenshu and Pishu acupoints, and use oblique insertion with tonification method, without retaining the needles.

Finally, moxibustion was applied to Guanyuan and Qihai acupoints. The moxa stick was suspended above the acupoints and slowly rotated, and my father's breathing gradually became stable.

My legs feel a little hot.

"My father said with his eyes closed."

"That's normal, that's where the heat goes."

"Go up to the waist."

"That's right."

After the acupuncture was finished, Chen Mo put away the needles and extinguished the moxa stick.

My father was asleep, and his breathing was much deeper and more even than before.

He came to the courtyard, gave his mother a few acupuncture treatments, and prescribed two doses of medicine to regulate her body.

The next morning, the swelling in my father's eyelids had subsided by half, and the color of his lips had changed from cyanosis to dark red.

When Mother brought in the porridge, she saw Father sitting alone and almost dropped the bowl.

The father looked at the porridge in Chen Mo's hand.

"Can we eat?"

Chen Mo brought the porridge over.

"Yes, you can. But you have to eat it slowly; your stomach needs time to adjust."

The father took the porridge and ate it spoonful by spoonful.

The mother took the empty bowl, turned around and went to the kitchen. As she reached the door, she raised the back of her hand and wiped her eyes.

On the fifth day, the father's swelling completely subsided, his urine output returned to normal, he was able to get out of bed and walk, and his appetite returned.

On the seventh night, my father was able to walk around in the yard.

Chen Mo took his pulse one last time. The pulse was stable, his kidney energy was gradually recovering, and the weak pulse at the cun position had changed from deep and weak to deep and strong.

With continued medication as prescribed, a full recovery is expected within six months.

He left his father three months' worth of medicine, divided into small packets, each with the date and preparation method written on it in a marker.

The characters are written very large.

The father held the medicine packet and looked at it for a long time without saying a word.

He put down the medicine bag, stood up, and walked into the yard.

Chen Mo followed him out. The moonlight made the village road appear white. His father stood in the courtyard with his back to him.

"When are you leaving?"

"tomorrow."

The father nodded, stood there for a while, then turned and went back into the house.

"Will you come back after you finish your medicine?"

Chen Mo watched his back as the moonlight fell on his father's shoulder, illuminating the faded white clothes.

"I'll be back. I'll come back to check your and my mom's pulses. Next time I come back, I'll bring a few more girlfriends, and you and my mom can give them your opinions."

"You brat! You better behave yourself!"

The father and son chatted for a few minutes, then the father went inside to rest.

Chen Mo stood in the courtyard and dialed Naga's number.

"I have some things to take care of right now. In the meantime, keep an eye on the dark web for me. If anyone posts ads for me or the woman next to me, you and Ghost should grab the ads immediately and wait for me to come back."

"Okay, boss."

Naga's reply was very simple.

On the morning of the eighth day, Chen Mo left home, found a secluded place, and used his mind to touch the double portal, traveling back to the Tianxuan Continent.