Chapter 67

What herbs can replenish blood? Lin Bei suddenly thought of only Sanqi, Danggui, and He Shou Wu, which he did recognize. However, Lin Bei couldn't find them immediately, so he had no choice but to first get a few plants of Shenggucao (bone-healing herb) and then find a Lingzhi mushroom before returning.

Since it was to save a life, Lin Bei moved with incredible speed. The round trip took no more than a quarter of an hour, or fifteen minutes, startling countless birds and beasts in the forest. This was only possible because of him; if it were any other creature, they would have been ambushed.

The hunters' faces lit up with hope when they saw Lin Bei return. An Zhongzhi's long robe was gone, turned into strips of cloth tied around Ping San's shoulder. Because it was tied tightly, it had constricted the blood vessels, reducing the blood flow. However, Ping San's condition was still not optimistic. His face had turned a grayish color, almost lifeless, and the loss of blood had made his body shrink, making him look much thinner.

Lin Bei handed the Shenggucao to Ping Ba, who didn't even have time to thank him. He grabbed a plant and started chewing it, and a pungent smell spread. Ping Ba frowned.

Another hunter quickly untied the cloth. The torn muscles had turned white, and blood was still seeping out. The bone had also turned a ghastly white, looking extremely frightening. Ping Ba chewed a few more times and then spat the juice onto the wound.

This was a common emergency measure with Shenggucao, known to all hunters. If it were later, the Shenggucao could be boiled into a paste and used as an external application.

As he spat, something miraculous happened. The seeping blood began to clot visibly, slowly forming a blood film. This exaggerated effect was something Lin Bei had never seen before.

Lin Bei had heard that the original ingredients of Yunnan Baiyao had such an immediate blood-stopping effect. Once applied, the wound would stop bleeding and form a scab in a very short time, healing almost completely and leaving no visible scar. However, this was just hearsay. The Yunnan Baiyao available on the market was far from this miraculous effect. But at this moment, Lin Bei felt that this legend might be true. Could the core ingredient of Yunnan Baiyao be Shenggucao?

While Lin Bei was lost in thought, Ping Ba had already sprayed several mouthfuls of Shenggucao juice. One plant was clearly not enough, so Ping Ba chewed two more and sprayed the wound again. The bleeding stopped, and the blood film had solidified, a thin layer that anyone could see was improving Ping San's condition.

However, this was still not enough. Although Ping San had stopped bleeding, he had lost too much blood, which had reduced his body's ability to produce new blood and, consequently, his immune system. So Lin Bei quickly handed over the Lingzhi mushroom. Although Lingzhi did not have the ability to produce blood, it was known as the "immortality herb," so it might help sustain life. As long as this breath was maintained, the chances of survival would greatly increase.

Lingzhi was a precious herb, and the hunters had almost never used it, so they were a bit at a loss. Lin Bei quickly wrote: "Chew it up and feed it to him, like before."

So Ping Ba had to do it again, chewing the entire Lingzhi mushroom. Unlike the Shenggucao, Lingzhi had a fragrant taste. After chewing it, the hunters opened Ping San's mouth, and Ping Ba spat the Lingzhi fragments and juice into his palm, pouring it into Ping San's mouth and patting his throat to help him swallow.

This time, there was no immediate miraculous effect. After all, it would take some time to digest, so there was no immediate change. But Lin Bei had done everything he could. Whether Ping San would survive depended on his own will.

The hunters, however, didn't think this way. Ping Ba looked at Lin Bei hopefully: "Sir, will Sanlang be okay?"

Lin Bei thought for a moment and wrote: "It depends on Ping San's will. If he doesn't want to die, he probably won't."

This was a modern concept: willpower determines the chances of survival. Willpower is a mysterious thing. If it is strong, it can even overcome cancer. If it is weak, even a minor cold can be fatal. So Lin Bei's statement was not wrong.

The hunters didn't understand, thinking that Lin Bei meant Ping San would definitely be fine. Their faces relaxed. Injuries were inevitable, and as long as one didn't die, everyone could accept it. In this era of frequent injuries, the hunters were quite open-minded.

"Since Sir said so, Ping San will definitely be fine." An Zhongzhi tried to lighten the mood: "Let's eat."

Because of the bear dog attack, the hunters hadn't eaten yet. Hearing An Zhongzhi, they suddenly felt hungry and started eating. Although the roasted meat was a bit burnt, the hunters didn't mind and enjoyed it. Even Ping Ba was no exception, as he had done everything he could. As for the rest, it was a matter of life and death.

Lin Bei wasn't hungry yet, so he declined the hunters' offer. Instead, he looked at the remaining Shenggucao in deep thought.

Shenggucao was truly powerful. Reviving the dead and healing bones might be exaggerated, but for external injuries, it was incredibly effective. Ping San's injury was a clear example. Lin Bei even felt that Shenggucao was more effective than Lingzhi. The effects of external injuries were immediately visible, while the health benefits of Lingzhi took years to show.

"It seems that Shenggucao must be protected to prevent its extinction."

Lin Bei had seen and heard of such things too many times. In the past, he was just an ordinary person and could do nothing. But now, he had the ability, so he was determined to protect this miraculous herb to the best of his ability.

"Sir, there's no need to worry about Ping San's injury. Life and death are predetermined, and we have long accepted this." Ping Ba, seeing Lin Bei's silence, thought he was still worried about Ping San's injury and tried to comfort him.

Lin Bei nodded but didn't mention what he was thinking. The concept of environmental protection was something these ancient people didn't understand, a gap between Lin Bei and the ancients that couldn't be explained in a short time.

"By the way, Sir, have you found the location for the academy?" An Zhongzhi asked about the main matter.

Lin Bei was a bit embarrassed. He had been preoccupied with the elephant herd, so he could only write: "Let's use the same place as before."

"Oh, if Sir says so, then that's what we'll do." An Zhongzhi had no objections.

Lin Bei explained: "That place is still good after some cultivation. The terrain is wide, and it's close to where I live, ensuring safety. As for other things, we can add them later."

"Alright, the teacher trusts Sir's judgment, and we have no objections." An Zhongzhi said straightforwardly.

Thus, the location for the academy was decided. Although it seemed hasty, it didn't have a significant impact. As Lin Bei said, if the academy needed any facilities in the future, they could be added at any time. With effort, it would gradually become perfect.

PS: Today, I suddenly wanted to watch "A Chinese Odyssey," so I watched it again. Although I had seen it before, I still laughed a lot. However, I still feel some regret about the ending of Sun Wukong and Zixia. Can gods and humans never have love?