Chapter 8: Stunning Performance

Chen Lang said, "Father, Mother, I'm going to the mountain to pick some herbs."

"Big Son, I'll go with you. There are wild beasts on the mountain, and you might get lost," his mother rushed out.

She treated Chen Lang like a child, unwilling to let him go up the mountain alone.

"Mother, boil a pot of water at home, sharpen a small knife, prepare a thicker and longer needle, and boil some cotton cloth in the water," Chen Lang instructed quickly but clearly.

His mother was taken aback but did not question him, nodding and saying, "Alright."

To her, her son had become so wise that every word he said seemed like an imperial decree.

Chen Lang carried a bamboo basket and a small shovel, left home, and went up the mountain, with Tian Heng's thirteenth and fourteenth adopted sons following closely behind.

They would keep an eye on Chen Lang until they got the money, and then they would kill him.

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Chen Lang was a bit worried that the plants in this world might be completely different from those on Earth, but it turned out he was overthinking it. Although there were many plants he didn't recognize, a significant portion of them were the same.

There were many anti-inflammatory Chinese herbs, and the hill behind Chen Lang's house was covered with lush forests.

In just over an hour, he picked a lot of perilla, honeysuckle, and dandelion, all of which could be used for anti-inflammatory purposes.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a dry desert or a grassland, so there was no licorice. However, to his pleasant surprise, he dug up some isatis root.

In modern Earth, isatis root was hailed as a universal miracle drug. Chen Lang then dug up over a dozen other Chinese herbs, including those for stopping bleeding and reducing heat, filling the entire bamboo basket. Unfortunately, he couldn't find mandrake, so he couldn't make an anesthetic.

In the evening, Chen Lang returned home with a full load, and his mother had everything ready.

Chen Lang used his X-ray vision to carefully examine his brother's broken leg. Fortunately, the broken bone was relatively smooth and not sharp, so it hadn't punctured any major blood vessels.

His mother had already sharpened the knife and boiled it in hot water.

Chen Lang gently made an incision at the broken bone to let the blood out and to more accurately set the bone.

Unfortunately, the conditions were too rudimentary to insert steel nails. After aligning the broken bone, Chen Lang used the boiled needle and thread to stitch the wound, applied crushed Chinese herbs to the wound, and then bound it with three sharpened sticks and boiled cloth, securing the broken bone in place. Without plaster, he had to use sticks.

"From now on, this leg can't touch the ground. It's best not to move it. It will heal in two months," Chen Lang said.

This was a minor surgery, and it took less than an hour from start to finish. Despite the pain, his brother, sweating profusely, bit down on a stick and didn't make a sound.

The whole process left his parents breathless, unable to believe what they were seeing. They didn't dare to speak or even breathe heavily.

This was truly astonishing. After Chen Lang returned home, he was not only no longer foolish but had become so capable.

His father had seen clearly that Chen Lang's movements were quick and decisive, his gaze firm, and he seemed like a completely different person.

His brother, Chen Jian, threw away the stick he had been biting and said in amazement, "Brother, you're a god! My leg is no longer swollen, and it doesn't hurt as much. I've seen many doctors treat broken legs, but none of them were as fast or as skilled as you!"

Chen Jian, though a low-ranking thug, had seen many broken bones and knew that Chen Lang's skills were truly impressive, far surpassing those of the doctors who treated the gang members.

The most crucial point was that the previous Chen Lang was a complete waste, a fool. How could he have changed so much and learned such advanced skills?

The family was both surprised and delighted.

Next, Chen Lang treated his father, first draining the blood from his lungs to prevent the injury from worsening.

The most challenging part of draining the blood was knowing where the blood clots were, as they were inside the lungs and invisible from the outside. For the doctors in this world, it was almost impossible to solve.

But for Chen Lang, it was effortless. His X-ray vision could easily determine the exact location of the blood clots and fluid.

His mother had already sharpened a thick needle, about three millimeters in diameter, used for sewing animal hides, and boiled it in hot water for sterilization. Chen Lang decisively and accurately inserted the needle into the lung and pulled it out, then inserted a hollow plant stem into the wound.

The plant stem was also about two to three millimeters in diameter, hollow after the core was removed, and sufficiently hard, making it perfect for draining the blood clots.

In this way, Chen Lang made several small incisions in his father's lungs and gradually drained the blood clots and fluid.

After more than an hour, he had drained most of the blood clots and fluid from his father's lungs. The remaining small amount could be gradually absorbed by the body.

The results of Chen Lang's treatment were immediate.

His father still coughed, but his breathing was much more comfortable. Before, even with great effort, he felt short of air, and each breath was excruciating, almost unbearable.

Now, breathing was much easier, and his chest no longer felt congested. It was a very comfortable feeling.

He never expected that his son's simple treatment would have such a miraculous effect. His medical skills were truly remarkable.

They say that after three days, one should look at someone with new eyes. This precious son had only been away for three months, and he had become so capable.

"Father feels much better now. My son is truly amazing," his father said, filled with immense pride.

His mother stared at Chen Lang, unable to believe that her son had become so smart and capable.

"Don't ask. Your Big Son was never stupid; he was just wise in a different way," his father interrupted her questions. "We should be happy that he has become so capable. Why do we need to pry into everything?"

His mother nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes. It's a blessing from heaven that my son has returned. With such skills, we won't need to marry the widow Liu. We can open a clinic, save money, and even marry the village chief's daughter."

The parents and brother didn't mention Chen Lang's transformation, only expressing their joy.

"My son must be hungry. Mother will get you some food," his mother said, rushing into the kitchen.

She was diligent and quick, and within half an hour, the food was on the table: three bowls of porridge, a large bowl of rice, a plate of wild vegetables, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of cured meat and cucumber.

Because his father and brother were in bed recovering, the table was set between the two beds.

As usual, Chen Lang had white rice, while his father, mother, and brother had corn porridge.

Chen Lang wanted to share his rice with his father and brother, but they firmly refused.

"My son is still growing. Eat the white rice; you can't swallow the corn porridge," his father said firmly. "If you don't eat the rice, I won't eat it, and neither will your brother."

"Absolutely not," his brother, Chen Jian, said from his bed.

"My son, eat the meat..." His mother picked out the few slices of cured meat and placed them in Chen Lang's bowl.

Chen Lang wanted his father and brother to eat, but he knew they wouldn't. Seeing him eat the meat made them even happier.

Sigh! They were so biased.

Even though his father and brother were recovering from injuries, and Chen Lang was fine, the family still gave him the best food.

After the meal, Chen Lang boiled the herbs and gave them to his father and brother.

His brother's broken bone required bone soup, and he would need to lie in bed for about two months to recover.

Although the blood clots and fluid in his father's lungs had been drained, he was only half-healed. He still needed to continue with anti-inflammatory treatment, lung nourishment, and body tonics, which required buying medicines that couldn't be found on the mountain.

"Big Son, wash your feet." His mother brought warm water and squatted down to wash his feet, a process she had done for him for the past ten years.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself," Chen Lang said, not daring to let his mother wash his feet, as it would be disrespectful.

But his mother looked a bit sad. "Big Son, you used to love it when Mother washed your feet. What's wrong? Mother's hands are very clean."

She was worried that Chen Lang, after living a life of luxury at the Xu family, might find her hands unclean.

Chen Lang understood. Each time she washed his feet was a happy moment for her, as he was her most beloved child.

Thus, Chen Lang was enveloped in happiness, watching his mother's rough hands wash his feet. Throughout the process, her gaze and expression were filled with boundless happiness and contentment.

Chen Lang had inherited this body and memories but not the full emotional connection. However, in just a few hours, his heart had been won over by the love of his parents and brother.

From now on, you are my real parents, my real brother!

He had a responsibility to make his parents and brother live a good life.

At that moment, Tian Shisan's voice echoed in his ear, "Chen Lang, your family is truly loving. But you only have two days left. If you can't come up with a thousand gold coins, your whole family will suffer."

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