This is a soldier.
Lin Miao could feel the strong military aura about him, but at this mont he had no intent to kill nor fight, which indicated that he wasn’t here for him.
This feeling was very mysterious, akin to a kind of perception.
"Please have a seat, senior."
"Are you Mr. Lin?" Qingye was sowhat surprised to see Lin Miao; no one had told him that this Lin Miao was just a young man!
"I am indeed."
"Are you the one treating people?"
"Yes, is there anything I can help you with, senior?" Lin Miao was unsure of the other’s identity, but judging by his deanor, he didn’t seem like a bad person.
"I thought they were introducing to so famous doctor, but it’s just a kid. Forget it, I’m not interested." Qingye muttered to himself as he turned to leave.
But as he took a step, the thought of the person who ca with him crossed his mind, and his mind buzzed. He realized it didn’t matter if he left, but what about that person?
Lin Miao didn’t stop him either. Doctors don’t knock on doors. If a patient doesn’t want you to see them, you can’t force it.
Trust is the key between patients.
"Why have you returned, senior?"
"Forget it, since I’m here, let you have a look." Qingye quickly found an excuse for himself and circled back with his words.
This patronizing tone was sowhat unpleasant, though Lin Miao didn’t show any signs of anger.
As a doctor, he’s encountered all sorts of temperants. It’s normal for skilled people to have a bit more temper.
You might think it’s rude and offensive, but to him, it’s just the usual way of speaking and doing things.
If you can’t take any grievance, then it’s better not to be a doctor. Saving the world sotis involves this.
"Please have a seat, senior."
Qingye saw that Lin Miao’s expression remained unchanged and couldn’t help but admire him a bit more. Young people are usually proud and arrogant; his earlier rudeness should have elicited dissatisfaction, yet this person showed none—either he has high cultivation or is deeply scheming.
Qingye sat down in front of Lin Miao, "Mr. Lin, take a look at what illness I have."
"Senior hasn’t said anything; how could I know what ailnt afflicts you?"
"Aren’t you doctors able to discern illnesses just by observing colors and energies?" Qingye chuckled.
"Observing colors and energies can indeed ascertain so physical symptoms, but to know the specific illness requires combining the four diagnoses."
"What are the four diagnoses?"
"The four diagnoses are looking, listening, asking, and pulse-taking."
"Never heard of it, care to explain?"
"Looking is observing things like the complexion and changes in the coating of the tongue. Listening refers to breathing; different illnesses emit different odors from the mouth, and there’s variance in the sll of urine and feces. Asking involves the patient describing their conditions, like soreness, pain, bloating, or numbness—without the patient saying, how would the doctor know? Pulse-taking involves feeling the pulse; the functioning of organs is reflected in the pulse on both hands. A single diagnosis can’t determine an illness; the four diagnoses must corroborate each other for an accurate analysis and diagnosis," Lin Miao explained.
"Sounds like sothing. So, take a look and see what illness I have."
"Senior, may I first see your tongue coating?"
Without hesitation, Qingye opened his mouth for Lin Miao to inspect his tongue coating.
Lin Miao took one look and furrowed his brows. A normal person’s tongue coating is bright red, but Qingye’s tongue coating had an unusual purplish-red hue.
The coating was yellowish, greasy, and thick.
Next was pulse diagnosis, the pulse floating and stopping within less than twenty beats. Lin Miao furrowed his brows even more tightly. The man seed robust, but his organs had long deteriorated. He wouldn’t last more than two years, maybe even just one.
"Senior, have you been passing blood in your stool lately?"
The mont these words were spoken, Qingye’s face changed drastically. Only his personal guard knew about his bloody stools, not even his family, yet a young doctor had revealed it here.
Was this not sowhat shocking?
The "Vessel Scripture" says: If the pulse is intermittent and scattered, death is imminent, indicating diarrhea and bloody pus in the stool.
"How did you know?" This question inadvertently affird Lin Miao’s accuracy.
"Senior’s pulse indicates no more than two years," Lin Miao stated directly, marking the final days for Qingye.
Upon hearing this, Qingye was even more amazed, as he had heard the sa tifra from another, although the other said three years.
Yet this young man before him claid he only had two years left.
Crack!
A crisp sound was heard.
The chair beneath Qingye shattered under him; however, he didn’t fall, suggesting that he just got too excited and didn’t control his strength.
"Senior..." Sun Youwei saw the situation and couldn’t help but speak, but Lin Miao raised his hand to stop her. He had sensed the exposed aura just now. Today, the person seeking dical attention was at least at the ridian Passage Realm level, and moreover, at its higher stage.
In the imperial army, generals of the ridian Passage Realm are few and scarce. To have such cultivation and appear in Dongshan Prefecture, there’s only one person.
The Northwest Juxu Pass’s commander, the Grand General, Marquis Wu’an, Qingye.
Other individuals cannot appear outside their jurisdiction without a decree from the emperor; otherwise, if the court gets wind of it, they will be held accountable.
Marquis Wu’an Qingye doesn’t have this issue because Lanzhou is located at the border and falls within the Northwest Army’s defense area.
The Marquis must have returned to Juxu Pass after participating in the autumn hunt at court and heard soone ntion , thus passing through Dongshan City.
"Lin Miao greets Qingye Grand General."
"You know ?"
"Not personally, but I’ve heard of the General’s prestige and admire it," Lin Miao replied with respect.
"How do you know I am Qingye? Could I not be soone else?"
"From the mont the General entered, I sensed you were no ordinary person. The attire and deanor of those from the martial world can be discerned at a glance, whereas officials have a completely different air. The General’s stable gait and the natural aura of a high-ranking military leader are unmatched by martial artists. Moreover, with the court’s autumn hunt just concluded, only the General could detour to Dongshan on the way back to Juxu Pass." Lin Miao explained.
"You’re so perceptive at such a young age; no wonder old Mr. Fu directed to detour to Dongshan to find you." Qingye chuckled.
"Old Mr. Fu?"
"Fu Qingzhu."
"So it was senior Mr. Fu’s recomndation." Lin Miao understood now; it was Fu Qingzhu who introduced him, which made sense.
Otherwise, how would the esteed Marquis Wu’an, Grand General Qingye, lower himself to visit such a modest clinic?
"I didn’t expect you to have so skill. Old Mr. Fu says I have three good years left, yet you claim I have only two." Qingye laughed freely, showing no resentnt or discontent about having only two years left.
"Facing life and death without a change in expression, senior truly is a hero."
"Heroes are just beings surviving in this bitter world," Qingye waved his hand. "Old Mr. Fu sent to you, claiming you could extend my life."
"Senior, how many years do you wish to live?" Lin Miao retorted.
"What did you say?"
"I asked how many years senior wishes to live?" Lin Miao repeated.
"You think you’re a god, able to grant life as long as you wish?" Qingye scoffed.
"Senior must be poisoned, right? Poison has entered the marrow, and unless you replace all your bone marrow, returning to your forr state is impossible." Lin Miao had checked his pulse and naturally knew Qingye was poisoned.
The poison penetrated the marrow and seeped into the organs, but luckily, his internal energy was profound, able to protect the heart ridian. Otherwise, it would have diminished long ago.
Despite appearing normal now, he is like oil being consud by fire, and once the oil is burned out, his life will end.
"Do you have a diagnosis of what kind of poison I have?"
"I don’t know; I haven’t encountered it before." Lin Miao replied calmly.
"You have never seen my poison, yet you dare to ask such questions?" Qingye laughed angrily.
"All potent toxins impacting humans are external invasions. So long as tily treatnt specific to the condition is applied, theoretically, they can all be cured," Lin Miao stated. "dication follows the principle of strengthening the core and expelling pathogens, whether purging, draining, warming, or supplenting - diagnosis governs dicine application, allowing for recovery."
"What boastful claims! If it were as you say, all terminal illnesses would be curable!"
"True, it’s just that we haven’t found the thod for treatnt yet."
"You’ve said it all; do you have a redy for my poison?" Qingye slightly furrowed, recognizing he couldn’t dispute that statent. It’s not that the illness can’t be treated - it’s the physician’s capacity that falls short.
"Ten years of life guaranteed; twenty years rely on luck!" Lin Miao declared.
"Really?" Qingye inhaled sharply. Even Mr. Fu had no special ans to deal with his wound, only managing it and suggesting seeking the Fourth Poison Master.
Now this young Lin Miao claims to guarantee ten years of survival; is this boasting to stand out, or does he truly have such capability!
"Well, this General will see how you treat !" The instinct to survive drives people; who desires death if afforded ten more years?
"I took your pulse earlier and found obstructions in the ridians on your back. Is the wound on your back?" Lin Miao continued to ask.
"How do you know my injury is on the back?"
"I judged from the pulse, not from knowledge." Lin Miao was unaware of Qingye’s back injury; his network only barely connected with the Tang Family’s old veteran, unrelated to Qingye. Tasks the Tang Family veteran assigned are only relevant when Lin Miao visits Li Jing, so there’s no need to investigate Qingye’s circumstances.
"Twenty years ago, in a battle at Juxu Pass against Beihu’s fad general Wuzhu Ha, I suffered a sneak attack and was struck by an arrow. Though the military doctor treated it, Wuzhu Ha deceitfully applied wolf poison on the arrow’s tip. By the ti I discovered it, it was too late, and the poison penetrated the marrow. It’s impossible to extract; I’ve been suppressing it with internal energy, but the arrow wound recurs painfully every year." Qing Mu explained through gritted teeth.
"Wolf poison, what is that?"
"A mixture of wolf urine and dung, likely blended with other toxins, it’s extrely lethal," Qing Mu explained.
"Can senior acquire the wolf poison formula?" Lin Miao felt a stir.
"It’s not difficult; I’ll inquire, and it should be possible."
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