Chapter 3

Upon careful reflection, there were indeed shadows of martial arts sects and flying bandits in his memories.

However, Mo Qiu originally thought these were just the original body's imagination and hearsay, not taking them seriously.

What he considered as sects were nothing more than a bunch of hooligans, not something to be taken seriously.

But now, it seemed that might not be the case.

Tiger Slaying Palm, internal injuries, sects...

Clearly, this world was different from what he had previously imagined.

Before long, footsteps sounded from the back hall, and several figures hurried over.

One of them had gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, panting with each step, supported by others as he entered the medicine hall.

Seeing the newcomer, Old Han's expression immediately changed, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"Senior Xu, why have you come out?"

"Qin Ting went to find his senior brother, and there's no one else in the pharmacy who can treat internal injuries. Since I can still move, I naturally have to come and take a look." The old man took a breath, weakly waving his hand.

"Take me to the injured person."

"Yes." Old Han responded, bowing and leading the way, while quietly reminding him,

"Senior, be careful of your steps."

"I'm not that senile yet!" The old man rolled his eyes irritably and moved to the injured person.

Amidst the tense expressions of the large men, he pressed the 'Second Brother's' pulse, closed his eyes, and pondered.

After a moment,

The old man opened his eyes and nodded lightly.

"Take him to the back courtyard room. I will treat him with acupuncture. Prepare a medicinal bath and the Gu Yun Pill; we will need them later."

He then looked at the large men and said,

"Don't worry. Although he has internal injuries from the palm strike, fortunately, his constitution is strong enough to withstand most of the force. There is still hope."

Hearing this, the large men were all overjoyed, their faces showing excitement as they bowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Old Xu!"

"Old Xu's miraculous acupuncture and benevolence are truly well-deserved!"

"Old Xu's life-saving grace, the Four Directions Sect will never forget. We will pay the consultation fee immediately."

"Enough, enough." The old man waved his hand impatiently, clearly used to such flattery.

"One person can come with me; the rest wait outside. I hate being disturbed when I perform acupuncture."

"Of course, of course." The men waved their hands, even lowering their voices, but one of them followed.

"Brother Wei." Mo Qiu, who had been observing the entire process, couldn't help but ask curiously,

"Who is this old gentleman?"

"You don't even recognize him? How did you end up at the Qingnang Pharmacy?" Brother Wei looked at him in surprise but still explained,

"He is the owner of the Qingnang Pharmacy and the great-grandmaster of the apprentices, known as Xu Mu Yun, the master of miraculous acupuncture."

Apprentices do not enter the master's door; only those who have completed their apprenticeship, like him, are considered part of the Qingnang Pharmacy.

"Master of miraculous acupuncture?" Mo Qiu's eyes flickered.

"Is Master Qin also his disciple?"

"Of course!" Brother Wei nodded.

"The great-grandmaster had four disciples. The eldest master passed away due to illness, the second master went elsewhere, and the third master, Master Lei, is now married and has his own house outside the city."

"Of course, Master Lei sometimes comes to the pharmacy to treat patients. He is skilled in internal injuries and febrile diseases, especially in internal injuries, even Master Qin admits he is inferior."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu understood, nodding and asking curiously,

"What is Master Qin good at?"

"You have quite a few questions." Brother Wei frowned, slightly impatient, but still answered,

"Master Qin is skilled in external injuries, fractures, and acupuncture, especially in acupuncture, where he has inherited the true teachings of the great-grandmaster. He is also the successor of the pharmacy."

"Successor?" Mo Qiu was taken aback.

"Doesn't Old Mr. Xu have any descendants?"

"Of course he does." Brother Wei raised an eyebrow.

"Master Qin's wife is the great-grandmaster's only daughter, so... Do you have any more questions?"

Mo Qiu smiled awkwardly, shaking his head.

"No, please continue explaining the herbs, Brother."

No wonder Master Qin is the only one living here among all the doctors in the pharmacy; he is family.

"Hmph!" Brother Wei snorted.

"Don't be in a hurry to learn more. Let me ask you, did you remember the two herbs I just showed you?"

"I remember them." Mo Qiu nodded.

His memory was not bad, and the system in his mind, though he didn't know its use, was more than enough as a storage device.

He recorded the properties of the herbs on the light screen, ensuring he wouldn't forget them in the short term and making it easy to review.

"Oh?" Brother Wei glanced at him, not intending to verify, and took out another herb.

"This is called pine resin, also known as white pine resin. It tastes bitter and is warm in nature, used to treat scrofula, white baldness..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted again.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!"

"Quick, save someone!"

This time, more people came, many covered in blood, either supporting each other or being carried into the pharmacy.

These people rushed into the pharmacy and looked at the large men who had come earlier, all of them stunned.

"Brother Qi!"

"Dogzi?"

"Why are you here?"

"That's what I was going to ask you."

The men looked at each other, and one of them, thinking quickly, said angrily, "It must be the Black Tiger Hall making a formal move against the Four Directions Sect!"

"No wonder, no wonder the noise was so loud, but no one came to support us!"

"What happened at your place?"

"Second Brother was ambushed and injured by the third head of the Black Tiger Hall. We fought hard to protect him and rushed here."

"The Rich Harmony Street was also attacked by the Black Tiger Hall. Their two heads killed Three Leopards together."

"..."

The large men shouted, and many groaned in pain, creating a chaotic scene.

"Shut up!" Old Han couldn't help but raise his hands and shout to stop the men's anger.

"Do you want to be treated or not?"

"Yes, yes, of course!"

"Once I'm treated, I'll make the Black Tiger Hall pay!"

"Right, right!"

The men nodded, but there were at least ten injured, and almost all of them were seriously hurt.

The Qingnang Pharmacy was already short-staffed, and now it was even more understaffed.

In desperation, even Mo Qiu, who barely knew a few herbs, had to pitch in.

"Get the wound medicine!"

"Boil these cloths quickly!"

"Boil the bone medicine, use seven stoves, everyone get moving, don't just stand there!"

Old Han treated the patients while giving orders, and the apprentices were busy bandaging and applying medicine to the injured.

Before long, Master Qin and his daughter, who had gone out, also rushed back and joined the rescue efforts.

They were busy until it was pitch dark.

By then, most of the injured had been settled, but a few critically injured still needed treatment through the night.

"Mo Qiu!" Qin Qingrong wiped the sweat from her face and saw that Mo Qiu looked a bit pale. She handed him a herb.

"Put it in your mouth to stay alert."

As for rest, even Master Qin was busy, so there was no time for apprentices to rest.

"What is this?" Mo Qiu took it and subconsciously put it in his mouth. It was something like tree bark, brown, and tasted bitter.

Qin Qingrong took the opportunity to put down her work and explained, "It's Cang Xiang, a herb to invigorate the mind. Don't take too much, or you might get a headache."

"Your constitution is weak, use this to help for now."

"Yes." Mo Qiu nodded. After a busy day, his whole body ached, and his constitution was even worse than Qin Qingrong's.

Fuhuo Street, the dilapidated temple where he used to live was nearby. He wondered how the other beggars in the temple were doing.

Had they been affected?

He didn't care about others, but there was one person he got along with, and he couldn't help but worry.

Hmm?

As he was thinking, Mo Qiu's expression suddenly changed.

Then he subconsciously took the Cang Xiang out of his mouth and licked it.

It wasn't an illusion!

The starlight in his mind had indeed become a bit brighter, though very faint, it did react.

But...

He still didn't know what it was for!