My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 125: Successful Treatment

Chapter 125: Successful Treatment

In the blink of an eye, five hours had passed. Even those standing on the side watching couldn’t help but feel anxious, not to mention Qin Feng, who had been maintaining a high level of concentration throughout.

His face was pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, and if it weren’t for his cultivation in the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, which surpassed ordinary people in mental and spiritual energy, he might have collapsed long ago.

“No wonder renowned Physicians avoid restoring meridians; it truly consumes too much mental energy. How can ordinary people endure this? But fortunately, I am about to succeed.”

A glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes as his right hand, holding a white needle, aligned with the last meridian.

Then, he dispersed the white inch technique, and his whole body swayed a bit.

“Young master.” Lan Ningshuang was the first to notice something wrong and tried to go forward to support him.

But Qin Feng stopped her with a raised hand, saying, “It’s just an excessive use of energy. Get me a cup of tea.”

Hearing this, Lan Ningshuang hurriedly fetched a teacup and poured tea for him.

Qin Feng lifted the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, inadvertently thinking about the cold drinks of last life.

If only he could have a refreshing drink after work, that would be a heavenly enjoyment. Unfortunately, it wasn’t available here.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh as he carefully sipped the steaming tea.

The others looked at each other with uneasy expressions. They all thought that Physician Qin had failed in the treatment and couldn’t endure it any longer.

“Young master,” a maid with red eyes said in a trembling voice.

Even Ya’an, who was sitting, thought the same. She let out a sigh and said to Qin Feng, “It’s okay. I have long been prepared for the worst. Thank you for spending so much effort on treating me. Even if it doesn’t work, I will remember this favor.”

Her attitude was sincere, and her tone was calm.

Drinking his tea, Qin Feng looked bewildered. Did I say I failed?

He put down the tea, wanting to explain, but he saw Ya’an about to get up. Immediately, he shouted, “Stay seated!”

His voice was loud and abrupt, startling everyone.

Ya’an froze in place.

“Physician Qin, what’s wrong?” Wang Xu asked in a low voice.

“I’ve just painstakingly restored your meridians one by one. If you get up like this, won’t all my previous efforts be in vain?”

“What?” Everyone was surprised at his words, and then they showed excited expressions.

“Physician Qin, are you telling the truth?”

“Of course, it’s true. How could I joke about such matters?” Qin Feng replied, furrowing his brow. He felt fortunate that he intervened in time.

A glimmer of light flashed in Ya’an’s eyes, and she curiously asked, “Then why did you sigh?”

Qin Feng hesitated for a moment, thinking, “Because there’s no ‘Cold Drinks’ here; it makes me a bit homesick. Of course, I can’t say that.”

“After working hard for such a long time, I have a sip of tea and sigh. Isn’t that reasonable?” Qin Feng spread his hands.

The others heard this and seemed to find nothing wrong. “It’s probably my fault for not immediately assuring them that the surgery was successful,” Qin Feng thought to himself, acknowledging his lack of professionalism.

“Next, I need to apply medicine to the acupuncture points on his right arm that I reset. Don’t disturb me. If the meridians are disturbed or the points are misplaced, the consequences would be unimaginable,” Qin Feng solemnly warned.

Ya’an had only read the ‘Celestila Inner Canon’ but didn’t understand medical principles, so she asked, “What would be the impact?”

“The impact would be like trying to pick your nose with your little finger and realizing it’s your thumb that’s moving,” Qin Feng coughed dryly, then explained seriously.

“I understand,” Ya’an nodded slightly.

Qin Feng once again used the inch-sized white needle, but this time, before inserting it into Ya’an’s arm, he coated it with the medicinal liquid used for restoring the meridians.

“Do you feel anything?”

As Qin Feng applied the liquid to the reset meridians, Ya’an’s pupils widened. The right arm, which had been numb since leaving Qiyuan City, unexpectedly felt a hint of coolness.

“Yes!” Ya’an exclaimed with excitement, unable to conceal it in her tone.

The previous unease and anxiety dissipated the moment her right arm regained sensation, replaced by sincere gratitude towards Qin Feng.

Hearing this, the others were relieved and visibly moved.

“Not bad,” Qin Feng nodded.

The following time was spent repeatedly performing the previous actions, applying the golden liquid to the reset meridians. Because all meridians corresponded one-to-one, the process was faster. With Qin Feng’s extraordinary abilities, within an hour, the task was successfully completed.

Ya’an could clearly feel the presence of her right arm!

“Try to move your fingers and see if you can control them,” Qin Feng softly instructed.

Everyone looked at Ya’an, their expressions both nervous and expectant.

“I’ll give it a try,” Ya’an whispered, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, her index finger moved slightly, but judging by her appearance, controlling it seemed quite difficult.

“Physician Qin, what’s going on? Could it be that the meridian damage hasn’t fully healed?” someone asked with concern.

“She is not a martial artist. She can’t control her body as freely, and it’s expected to lose control of her right arm for a long time. This situation is within expectations,” Qin replied.

With this explanation, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Feng took out a white bandage and a wooden board from his storage ring, immobilized Ya’an’s right arm, and instructed, “Don’t move this right arm during the night. In the morning, when the meridians have completely absorbed the medicine, you should be able to return to normal.”

Ya’an looked quietly at him. Countless words turned into a simple “Thank you” in the end.

“You’re welcome,” Qin Feng said.

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, there was a surge of literary energy in his Divine Sea, unexpectedly filling the remaining part of the seventh-level ladder!

His eyes widened in surprise. The sudden joy was truly unexpected.

However, he also felt puzzled. He had only treated a patient, so why did he gain so much literary energy?

“Could it be because no one has truly succeeded in treating the meridians before, and I am the first one, so I gained much more Literature Qi than usual?”

Qin Feng pondered this and found it to be the most plausible reason.

If only there was a master to guide me in cultivating the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, then I wouldn’t have to figure everything out on my own, Qin Feng sighed in his heart.

“Rest well. I won’t disturb you. Oh, by the way, I took all the remaining medicine. You don’t mind, do you?” Qin Feng asked as he stored the medicine in his arms seamlessly.

He performed this set of actions so smoothly that the onlookers had an illusion, as if everything should be this way.

Ya’an, understanding his intentions, whispered, “Take it. It’s not of much use to me.”

“Thank you.” Qin Feng bowed and took his leave, then walked towards the lake pavilion with Lan Ningshaung.