My Wife is A Sword G Chapter 124: Sorting Meridians

Chapter 124: Sorting ridians

After finishing dinner, Qin Feng did not imdiately go to find Ya’an. Instead, he went to the Lakeside Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, two graceful figures, one in white and one in blue, were present.

He stepped forward and explained what he was going to do next.

“Tonight,” Lan Ningshuang’s expression showed concern. She glanced at the lady beside her, who remained composed.

“Do you need to observe from the side?” Qin Feng asked; this was the reason he ca here.

Liu Jianli looked at Qin Feng and shook her head slightly.

“Miss, I think…” Lan Ningshuang hesitated.

“Go ahead,” Liu Jianli didn’t say much.

Qin Feng glanced at Liu Jianli and, with Lan Ningshuang, headed towards the guest room where Ya’an was staying.

In the Lakeside Pavilion, Liu Jianli looked up at the sky. There were no clouds today, and the moonlight was bright.

“I believe in you,” a faint voice erged from the pavilion, blending into the night.

In the guest room, Ya’an and the others were already prepared.

Wang Xu and Mo Lintian paced back and forth in the room, their worry evident on their faces.

Other servants and maids who had returned also stood outside the guest room, eagerly looking on.

They hoped that Physician Qin would co early to heal their young master’s injuries.

But at the sa ti, they were afraid that in the end, their efforts would be in vain, making their emotions complex.

Ya’an sat calmly at the table, holding a tea cup in her left hand, gently swaying it.

Tea leaves floated in the cup, moving up and down with the swaying, much like her current state of mind.

“Young Master, he… he’s here!” a maid exclaid excitedly.

Everyone turned to look.

Outside the door, Qin Feng and Lan Ningshuang walked towards them.

“Physician Qin.”

“Young Master Qin.”

Wang Xu and the others hurriedly greeted him.

Ya’an looked towards the entrance, nodding slightly in acknowledgnt.

Qin Feng wasted no ti and went straight to the point, “The twenty-three dicinal ingredients?”

Ya’an glanced at Wang Xu, who waved his right hand. The twenty-three dicinal ingredients were neatly arranged on the ground, emitting a captivating herbal fragrance.

Just by their appearance, it was evident that they were of extraordinary quality.

Qin Feng swept his eyes over the herbs on the ground. Then, he took out a delicate dicine jar from his storage ring, a gift he had obtained from Physician Song for future needs.

Ordering the servants to set up a fire outside, Qin Feng intended to personally brew the dicinal ingredients.

After all, the ingredients for this ridian repairing potion were extrely rare and precious.

If there were any mistakes in the process of brewing, it would ruin all the ingredients, so there was no room for any error.

“Give

so space.” Qin Feng exhaled lightly, instructing everyone to step back.

The water in the dicine pot had not yet boiled. He lightly touched the outer wall of the pot with his fingers and it instantly split.

After confirming the temperature of the fire, Qin Feng looked at the various dicinal herbs on the ground and found one. He threw it into the pot.

As ti passed, Qin Feng would throw in dicinal herbs at intervals.

Sotis a strong fire boiled, and sotis a small fire simred.

In the end, Qin Feng even took out ice from the Spatial Ring and threw it into the pot.

The fusion of hot water and cold ice was originally a taboo in the process of brewing dicine.

However, at the mont when the ice lted, an astonishing dicinal fragrance filled the air. The potion, under the amazed gaze of everyone, turned into a dazzling golden color, emitting white steam.

“It’s done.” Qin Feng wiped off the sweat from his forehead, relieved.

He hadn’t expected that just the step of brewing the dicinal soup would take nearly two hours.

When people saw the dicine successfully completed, their originally anxious hearts were slightly relieved.

In everyone’s mind, a thought arose: perhaps this person could really cure the young master!

But only Ya’an, who had so prior knowledge, understood that brewing the potion to repair the ridians was just the simplest part.

Qin Feng also understood that the real challenge was to separate and then connect the entangled ridians one by one.

This not only tested the physician’s understanding of the human body but also required great patience.

Moreover, he had no experience, only the theory given in the “Celestian Inner Canon.”

However, theory and practice were not the sa.

It was like a young man trying to find the only correct way out in complete darkness; being nervous wouldn’t work. He had to calm down and explore slowly.

Fortunately, he had a pair of peculiar pupils, equivalent to searching with the lights on.

Qin Feng shalessly thought so.

After packing up the dicinal liquid, Qin Feng sat down opposite Ya’an.

The latter saw it, using the left hand to place the right arm on the table, rolling up the sleeve, revealing a smooth and fair forearm like a lotus root.

“n don’t have such slender and clean arms; your attempt at cross-dressing as a man is too unsuccessful,” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, silently comnting to himself.

“I’m ready,” Ya’an said calmly, but her body instinctively trembled slightly.

No matter how composed and calm one appears on the surface, nervousness is inevitable.

“Don’t worry, everyone has a first ti, just relax a bit,” Qin Feng reassured.

“I’m not worried,” Ya’an frowned, still maintaining a tough facade.

“I wasn’t talking to you; I was hinting to myself. Qin Feng, don’t be nervous, you can do it!” He glanced at the other person, patted his own cheek, and took a few deep breaths.

“You!” Ya’an was montarily speechless, but being teased like this actually eased her nervous tension.

This was precisely the result Qin Feng hoped to see.

“I’m going to start. When I manipulate the ridians, rember not to move randomly, or all my efforts will be in vain,” he said, his expression serious.

“Okay,” Ya’an took a deep breath and responded softly.

Qin Feng nodded, and the tips of his right fingers converged into a thin white needle, finer than a strand of hair.

He activated his special ability, gazing at the complex and tangled ridians on Ya’an’s right arm, a sight that made one’s scalp tingle.

Thank goodness I’m not obsessive-compulsive disorder; otherwise, I couldn’t stand this scene. Qin Feng comnted to himself, then pierced the white needle through Ya’an’s smooth skin and into her arm.

Everyone present held their breath, afraid that any movent would disturb Dr. Qin’s treatnt.

Not far away, Lan Ningshuang also focused her gaze, not daring to blink. The success of this treatnt was crucial to her mistress’s condition.

How could she not be nervous?

“I didn’t expect that just the ridians on one arm would have so many, unraveling each one must require a lot of effort,” Qin Feng carefully manipulated the ridians, restoring each disconnected one.

Due to his intense concentration, everything around him seed to disappear.

Ti passed second by second. Initially, the onlookers were just tense.

But after a long ti, their expressions changed to confusion. After Qin Feng inserted the white needle into Ya’an’s right arm, he stopped moving. Apart from the slight movent of his right index finger, he seed to be in a trance, like a stone carving.

At the table, Ya’an stared at the man in front of her, lost in thought.

Others didn’t know what Qin Feng was doing, but she, having read the ‘Celestial Inner Canon,’ understood clearly.

“He’s using the white needle to carefully untangle the complex ridians for .”

As soone who followed the path of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, she understood how exhausting it was to concentrate for an extended period.

Watching his serious and focused expression, Ya’an couldn’t help but feel moved: “Regardless of whether the treatnt is successful or not, I owe him a favor again.”