Mo Yan was taken aback and shook her head in the hopeful gaze of the Punishing Shopkeeper, "I can’t do it anymore. The dicinal water I gave you before is already the most potent that I can concoct right now. Punishing Shopkeeper, are you asking this because that dicinal water has lost its effect again?"
The Punishing Shopkeeper nodded, his expression becoming extrely solemn, "Miss Mo, truly, there’s no way to make the potency any stronger?"
Mo Yan furrowed her brows tightly and said, "Punishing Shopkeeper, forgive for being nosy, but what kind of illness has your master’s friend contracted that he continues to use the dicinal water without cessation?"
He had been using the Spirit Spring Water for a year now, and even if the Spirit Spring Water couldn’t cure the disease, using it for detoxifying and nourishing the body shouldn’t have beco ineffective. But now it was ineffective, which could only an that the person’s body had deteriorated to such a degree that even the Spirit Spring Water couldn’t reverse it.
The Punishing Shopkeeper glanced at her and didn’t hide the truth, "It’s not an illness, but a poisoning, a very overbearing poison with no known cure!"
Poisoning? No cure?
Mo Yan beca ever more puzzled. Even if soone was poisoned severely to the point of no known cure, the Spirit Spring Water shouldn’t be ineffective, should it?
Perhaps seeing the confusion in her expression, the Punishing Shopkeeper explained gravely, "The poison took hold in childhood and has already seeped into the internal organs, becoming one with flesh and bone, rendering it nearly impossible to extract! The dicinal water you formulated has already neutralized the toxins that were in the bloodstream, but it’s useless against the toxins hidden in the internal organs."
"So that’s how it is!" Mo Yan had an epiphany and couldn’t help but recall an ancient saying she had learned in a previous life. It roughly said that if a disease was in the skin, it could be easily cured; if in the muscles, it would be sowhat troubleso; if it had reached the stomach and intestines, it would be quite tricky; and if it had gone into the bone marrow, there would be no dicine that could heal it.
The situation with the poisoned person was similar; likely, his internal organs and bone marrow had already lost most of their normal functions, and the Spirit Spring Water, being too gentle, could only drive away surface toxins, unable to penetrate deeper, hence its ineffectiveness.
Seeing that she understood, the Punishing Shopkeeper asked with a last glimr of hope, "Miss Mo, if you can concoct such miraculous dicinal water, do you have a way to cure the poison?"
Mo Yan saw his urgency and felt sowhat compassionate, yet she could only speak the truth, "Punishing Shopkeeper, I don’t understand the Qihuang Technique, and even that dicinal water was sothing I stumbled upon by accident. I really am powerless when it cos to curing poisons."
"Ah, I’ve asked too much of you," the Punishing Shopkeeper sighed helplessly. His master was so anxious and irritable about this matter that even New Year’s preparations couldn’t calm him, and he wouldn’t give up as long as there was a sliver of possibility. Now that Mo Yan had spoken like this, he finally lost all hope.
This was the first ti Mo Yan had seen the Punishing Shopkeeper so dejected. She wished to help but was utterly without ans. If only the Spirit Spring Water could be upgraded by one level, then perhaps it might be of use; however, achieving another upgrade in Space was like trying to extinguish a burning cart of firewood with a cup of water.
When they arrived at Mu’s Shop, they gave the New Year’s gifts to Owner Mu and collected last month’s dividends. Without further delay, Mo Yan and her father mounted their carriage and headed to the rice shop.
Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and regardless of whether there was Silver at ho, people still had to eat; hence the rice shop was busier than usual. The war at the border had not ceased, keeping rice prices high. Luckily, the Court later issued decrees to curb rchants from raising prices at will, so the price of ordinary rice had been kept at Nine Wen Money per pound, preventing it from becoming exorbitantly high.
Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and no matter if they had money or not, people still had to eat; the rice shop’s business was sowhat better than usual. Yet the continuous border conflicts kept rice prices high, and to prevent turmoil, the Court had issued strict price-limiting decrees to restrain rchants from randomly hiking prices. The current price of ordinary rice was controlled at Nine Wen Money per pound, which wasn’t excessively high.
After exchanging greetings, Mo Qingze helped to receive custors outside while Mo Yan brewed a pot of tea and sat in the small room, reviewing the ledgers.
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