As he picked out the dicines, he spoke quickly to Bok Taejin and briefly explaining the nas and basic properties of each herb.
Once he had gathered everything, he wrapped the herbs together and added, "These dicinal plants are quite special. Different dosages and thods of use can produce opposite effects. So when using them, you must be extrely careful."
From what Second Uncle had said earlier, Bok Taejin already understood that the principles behind using these herbs were similar to traditional chinese dicine.
Many of the dicinal plants used in this world naturally bore strong resemblances to those in traditional chinese dicine from his previous life.
In his past life, he had always been curious about traditional dicine and had read several ancient dical texts and case studies.
Although he had never studied the subject in depth, he had so knowledge of the basics.
Because of this, he did not question how the sa herb could produce different effects like Im Beomhyeon did.
Seeing Bok Taejin nod in understanding, and noting that his expression was not one of forced agreent but genuine comprehension, Second Uncle beca even more pleased.
He secretly praised Bok Taejin, thinking that he truly was a child from an immortal sect.
Even if he failed at cultivation, his ability to grasp new concepts far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Before Bok Taejin ca along, Second Uncle had tried to pass down his dical knowledge to other villagers, fearing that once he grew old, the village would no longer have a skilled doctor.
The villagers frequently ventured into the mountains and suffered injuries, so teaching them how to process herbs and make healing ointnts following prescribed formulas seed feasible.
However, asking them to diagnose and treat illnesses was another matter entirely.
Second Uncle had trained a few people before, but despite pouring in great effort, he eventually had to accept that they could only follow prescriptions and asure out herbs—they could not adapt treatnts based on symptoms.
In the end, they were not suitable successors.
Bok Taejin had no idea that Second Uncle was already considering passing down all his dical knowledge to him.
He also had no idea that this village was essentially a "village of academic underachievers."
Perhaps this was heaven’s way of maintaining balance—granting the people of Hwayang Village strong bodies but not necessarily the aptitude for scholarly pursuits.
Second Uncle finished wrapping up the herbs and walked over to a sturdy wooden table with drawers.
He pulled open a drawer and took out so tools for grinding the dicine.
It was just a dium-sized stone mortar and a wooden pestle.
After placing all the herbs into the stone mortar, Second Uncle picked up the pestle, ready to demonstrate the proper technique to Bok Taejin.
But before he could begin, Im Beomhyeon had already snatched the pestle away, scoffing, "Let do it! You’re old now—don’t waste your energy on this."
"You brat!" Second Uncle growled while kicking Im Beomhyeon in frustration. "Are you asking for a beating? I can still chase you all over the village and teach your lesson!"
Im Beomhyeon ignored him and continued speaking to Bok Taejin.
"Taejin, watch how I do it first. Later, you can try it yourself."
As he spoke, he glanced at the little bird that Bok Taejin had placed on a high stool beside the dicine cabinet and clicked his tongue.
"It’s too bad that we didn’t have so ointnt prepared earlier. If we had, we wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of grinding herbs now."
Hearing this, Second Uncle suddenly smacked his forehead. "That’s right! Getting old really sses with my mory—I actually forgot about that! Winter is coming soon, so we need to prepare so ointnts in advance. That way, if soone’s rheumatism acts up, they’ll have patches ready to use. Beomhyeon, you’re not going up the mountain tomorrow, right? You and Taejin can help make the ointnt!"
Im Beomhyeon imdiately protested, "No way! I was planning to take Taejin to Reed Bay to hunt ducks tomorrow. Taegeon’s pickled cabbage will be ready by then, and I want to eat pickled cabbage duck! I’ve been holding off on taking Taejin there just for tomorrow!"
Bok Taejin and Second Uncle exchanged glances, their expressions turning strange.
Second Uncle rubbed his nose. "Uh... Beomhyeon, I need to tell you sothing."
"What?"
"Actually, I took Taejin to Reed Bay today..."
"WHAT?!"
There was a loud clatter—Im Beomhyeon had been so shocked that he had thrown the pestle onto the table.
Im Beomhyeon was visibly upset.
He grumbled under his breath while working even faster, not even bothering to let Bok Taejin practice anymore.
He ground all the herbs himself in a fit of frustration.
Watching from the side, Bok Taejin’s eyelid twitched.
He was now certain that Im Beomhyeon was using this task as an outlet for his displeasure.
The bird was small, so applying dicine and bandaging it required delicate hands.
Im Beomhyeon initially wanted to do it himself, but Second Uncle refused, worried that Im Beomhyeon wouldn’t do it properly.
Im Beomhyeon huffed twice and stepped aside, giving Second Uncle space to work.
When the dicine touched the bird’s body, the little creature, which had been lazily resting with its eyes closed, finally showed so reaction.
Its round black eyes were still dull, but it quietly watched the three people in front of it.
Second Uncle gently stroked the bird’s head with the tip of his finger, and the bird tilted its head slightly, making it look even more endearing.
The treatnt process went smoothly.
Perhaps the bird could sense that these three people were trying to help, or maybe it was simply too exhausted to resist.
Either way, it obediently let Second Uncle apply dicine all over its body before being carefully bandaged with a cloth strip.
Once the treatnt was done, the bird fell into a peaceful sleep.
Im Beomhyeon and Bok Taejin planned to take it ho first and settle it down properly.
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