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Outside the bamboo fence and thatched cottage.
Han Feng leaned against a thick tree trunk with his eyes closed, his right hand still firmly gripping the Devouring Prison Sword. Even though he was so tired that he was in a deep sleep, his brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was worrying about something in his subconscious.
Duanmu Rong gracefully squatted down beside him, following her teacher's instructions, and slowly lifted his clothes, gently touching his chest with her slender fingertips.
She was trying her best to analyze the situation by observing the subtle changes in Han Feng's facial expressions and the sensations in his fingertips.
"There is a small amount of blood stasis in the lungs, which slightly hinders breathing."
"It needs to be removed."
She switched hands and placed her other soft hand on the white-haired young man's wrist, focusing intently on taking his pulse and examining him carefully.
Her delicate cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, revealing her compassionate heart. Although she was still young, her medical skills were already extraordinary.
“All organs are damaged, especially the lower limbs, where there is significant necrosis of muscles and bones, which may lead to paralysis.”
"Yet it seems to be repairing itself?"
Why is that?
Faced with such contradictory and peculiar diagnostic results, Duanmu Rong was filled with confusion and doubt, falling into a state of self-doubt.
This is completely contrary to the medical theories she has studied.
"Could it be that Rong'er's medical skills are inadequate?" She couldn't help but have deep doubts about herself, and her confidence was severely shaken.
Upon noticing her chapped lips, she quickly composed herself.
He turned and hurried back to the courtyard. Taking advantage of his master's inattention, he quietly sneaked into his master's room, took a box of medicine needles that his master had personally prepared, and hid it in his bosom.
Then, crouching low and tiptoeing out of the room, he hurried out of the courtyard.
Little did they know, their master, Nian Duan, was silently watching everything from the next room.
265. Duanmu Rong: A doctor's duty is to save lives and heal the wounded!
"Foolish child, alas..."
"I hope that you will not, like your teacher, fall in love with those who roam the martial world with swords."
Duanmu Rong reappeared outside the courtyard.
Holding a specially made medicinal needle in his palm, he stared intently at the acupoints on Han Feng's chest.
“About three inches to the right of the center line, diagonally upwards.”
After repeatedly confirming that everything was correct.
She gripped the needle tightly and precisely inserted it into the acupoint. Then, she repeated the process, inserting nine silver needles into Han Feng's chest.
Not long.
The medicinal properties incorporated into the silver needles gradually seeped into Han Feng's lungs, dissolving the residual blood stasis.
"puff--"
While unconscious, Han Feng instinctively straightened up due to lung discomfort, opened his mouth and spit out the blood clots in his lungs, the dark red liquid splashing onto the ground.
But his breathing improved significantly, and his weak body slumped back against the tree trunk.
"Alright, the blood stasis in the lungs has been cleared. It seems Rong'er isn't too stupid after all." Duanmu Rong pulled out the medicine needles one by one and carefully put them into the box.
She was certain that this move would be discreet, and since the needles could be reused, she wouldn't have to worry about her master noticing.
He turned and stepped into the courtyard.
Duanmu Rong furtively looked around to confirm her master's location.
Then he carefully returned to his master's room, put the medicine needles back in their place, slipped out of the room, went into the kitchen, and filled a bowl with water.
Using his medical skills, he quickly prepared a simple nourishing medicine.
"Finally finished." Duanmu Rong gently patted away the remaining powder from her palm and smiled with satisfaction.
She took out a wooden spoon and placed it in a bowl. She then carefully carried the bowl of medicine out of the courtyard with both hands.
Unfortunately, she was small in stature and had limited strength.
Just carrying this bowl of medicine from inside the room to the courtyard had already made her face flush red and sweat bead on her forehead. Yet, what shone in her eyes was the pure kindness and joy of being able to personally save lives.
"Big brother, you need to get better soon, there's a little sister waiting for you." Duanmu Rong murmured to herself as she carefully fed him the medicine.
“If you don’t get better, she might become an orphan like Rong’er.”
"Fortunately, Rong'er met her master, otherwise she would probably have already lost her life..."
Deep in the courtyard.
Nian Duan stood by the window, silently gazing at the scene outside the courtyard.
The whispers of his young apprentice lingered in his ears, and a complex, indescribable expression appeared in his eyes.
"Silly child, your parents..."
He hesitated, wanting to say something but ultimately held back.
The setting sun cast its last rays, painting the sky with crimson hues.
The shimmering surface of Mirror Lake, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, is adorned with a layer of glaze. Coupled with lush vegetation and fish swimming in the shallows, it creates a vibrant scene.
On the isolated island in the lake, thatched wooden houses are built against the forest, hidden among the greenery, appearing and disappearing, adding a touch of mystery.
Smoke rises gently, mingling with the thin mist that quietly spreads, creating a hazy and distant atmosphere.
“Screech!” A dark shadow swept over, and a black-feathered raven trembled as it landed, perching on the chest of the unconscious Han Feng.
The feathers that once shone like black jade are now dull, disheveled, and lifeless. Those dark eyes are filled with the aura of twilight and death, devoid of their former sharpness and brightness, only chaos and decay remain.
The crow-hawk gazed at Han Feng, who had fallen into a coma, its eyes revealing deep longing and sorrow. Its beak gently stroked Han Feng's cheek, as if bidding him a final farewell, yet filled with tender affection.
Before long, its tired eyes slowly closed, its breathing became weaker and weaker, and its heartbeat became increasingly feeble, until its breath and heartbeat completely disappeared, ending its short life journey.
Its small body nestled in its owner's arms, returning to eternal tranquility.
266. The Ghost's Secret
Han Feng's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he were aware of something, but he was unable to break free from the shackles of his slumber.
“All things have a spirit, even the most insignificant birds have deep feelings.” Nian Duan led Duanmu Rong outside the courtyard and silently watched the master and servant who were bound together by life and death.
One died, and one was injured.
Her thoughts drifted to the tender baby girl who had been delivered not long ago.
"Was my previous assumption wrong?" A hint of confusion flashed in Nian Duan's eyes, until her little apprentice tugged at her sleeve, and she suddenly came back to her senses.
He looked down at Duanmu Rong, whose face was full of worry.
"Master, let's carry my older brother inside." The girl pleaded in a pitiful tone, "It's cold by the lake at night, and my older brother is seriously injured. Staying out in the open overnight might worsen his condition."
"Rong'er doesn't want to see her older brother die before her eyes."
"Rong'er, you must know that a doctor can save the world, but cannot heal himself." Nian Duan taught softly. Seeing his little disciple's clear and innocent eyes, he sighed inwardly and released his fingers from her little hand.
With a flick of his finger, the ground instantly caved in, properly burying the raven's remains. He then took a few steps forward, carried Han Feng into the room, placed him on a wooden couch, and turned to leave.
"This is a one-time thing, and it will not be repeated."
Familiar words, and then Nian Duan's figure disappeared through the doorway.
"Disciple understands!" Duanmu Rong replied respectfully.
……
Three days later, Han Feng, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up and slowly opened his icy blue eyes.
"Where am I?" Upon waking, Han Feng felt his mind was blank and his thoughts were sluggish, as if he had just woken up from a drunken stupor, and his past memories were temporarily blurred.
Inside the room, Duanmu Rong was engrossed in studying medical texts and carefully pondering their meaning when she suddenly heard a strange, hoarse voice coming from the bed. She quickly put away the bamboo slips in her hand, took small steps and rushed over, tiptoed to take the pulse, and examined the situation.
Han Feng noticed the sound, turned his head slightly, and saw a petite and lovely girl standing by the bed, almost overlooked.
"Who are you? And where is this place?" He asked instinctively in the Yue dialect, not the Chu language.
"Big brother, what are you saying? Rong'er doesn't understand." Duanmu Rong blinked, her purple eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.
After a moment, Han Feng's confused thoughts gradually cleared, and his past experiences resurfaced. He quickly switched to a Chu accent and asked eagerly, "Little sister, can you see the baby I'm holding?"
"Rong'er saw her; she's with my master now." Seeing Han Feng's anxious expression, Duanmu Rong quickly explained, "My master's medical skills are superb; she'll definitely be fine."
"Big brother, there's no need to worry."
"That's good." Han Feng felt a little relieved and forced a smile: "Little girl, thank you, and please thank your master for me."
"Big brother, as a patient, it is Rong'er's duty to treat you." Duanmu Rong stood on tiptoe and held onto the edge of the bed with both hands, saying obediently, "Big brother, Rong'er's name is Duanmu Rong, not Little Nannan. You can call me Rong'er like Master does."
Upon hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but smile.
"This little girl is innocent and naive, which is quite amusing."
"Nannan is not a name, but a term of praise for you," he explained, as a resounding name suddenly popped into his mind: "Duanmu Rong, the Immortal Physician of Mirror Lake!"
"The memories of past and present lives are still somewhat confused."