Chapter 248: Learning Accomplished

At Yonghe Hall, Cheng Feng was immersed in the comprehension of a complex acupuncture technique within the "Needle Yama Art" when, suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the front hall. He estimated it must be another emergency patient.

Over these past two months, Cheng Feng had seen quite a lot at the pharmacy; previously, whenever he saw such situations, Cheng Feng would always step forward to watch for fun and broaden his knowledge.

But back then, he was still learning to identify herbs and hadn't reached the point of performing diagnoses and treatments himself. However, after his achievements in the Needle Yama Art reached the level of a master, his knowledge of pharmacology, bodily acupoints, and even acupuncture had progressed by leaps and bounds.

With skills at his disposal, he was naturally calm and unhurried. Hearing the commotion in the front hall, he felt rather eager to try his hand.

Walking to the front hall and opening the door to look, it was indeed a villager with a face full of anxiety, holding an unconscious child in their arms.

The child's face was pale as paper and their breathing was weak; clearly, the situation was extremely critical. The old Shopkeeper had already stepped in, comforting the villager while carefully observing the child's symptoms.

Relying on his many years of medical experience, he made a preliminary judgment that the child might have been poisoned or contracted some kind of disease, but the specific cause would require further examination to determine.

However, the most important thing now was to stabilize the child's condition first. The old Shopkeeper did not hesitate to open the medicine cabinet and take out some precious herbs and medicinal materials.

Seeing that the old Shopkeeper was prepared to use his most prized medicinal materials, Cheng Feng felt a stir in his heart. He stepped forward quickly and said to the old Shopkeeper in a soft yet firm voice, "Master, let me try. My acupuncture technique might be able to temporarily stabilize the child's heart pulse and buy time for subsequent treatment."

The old Shopkeeper looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by trust. He knew well how much Cheng Feng had progressed in his Medical Skill during this time, especially that miraculous acupuncture technique, which was no longer what it used to be. "Very well, Cheng Feng, proceed with caution."

Cheng Feng nodded, took the child from the old Shopkeeper's hands, and with gentle and swift movements, laid the child flat on a clean examination bed nearby.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to focus his mind, and quickly recalled the records in the "Needle Yama Art" regarding emergency acupuncture techniques.

He concentrated all his senses on his fingertips, feeling the subtle vibrations coming from the needle tips. When he opened his eyes again, a look of determination flashed through them. He picked up a silver needle, gently pierced it into the child's acupoint, and slowly applied the needle according to the records in the "Needle Yama Art."

He first took a thin, long silver needle from the needle case he carried with him. With a slight movement of his fingers, the silver needle seemed to come to life, drawing a smooth arc in the air before piercing accurately and without error into an acupoint on the child's wrist.

This was the "Lingtai Point," which had the effect of refreshing the mind and consolidating the foundation; it was particularly critical for the emergency treatment of patients in a comatose state.

Immediately following this, Cheng Feng applied several more needles in succession, landing them respectively on the "Tanzhong Point" on the child's chest, the "Yongquan Point" on the soles of the feet, and the "Baihui Point" on the head. Each needle was placed with precision, the force just right.

It was as if a subtle connection had been established between him and the child, guiding the flow of life force. His technique was skillful and exquisite, like an artist meticulously carving a work of art.

As the silver needles were placed one by one, the child's originally pale face gradually regained a hint of color, and their breathing became slightly more stable.

With the placement of the final needle, the child's body trembled slightly, and then they slowly opened their eyes.

"Waa..." the child let out a weak cry. Although the sound was not loud, it made everyone present heave a sigh of relief. The villager was moved to tears and thanked Cheng Feng repeatedly. Cheng Feng waved his hand with a smile, indicating that this was only what he should have done.

The surrounding patients saw this and let out exclamations of wonder, and even the old Shopkeeper showed a gratified smile. He just knew that this acupuncture technique of Cheng Feng's would absolutely be no problem.

"Doctor Cheng, you are truly a divine physician reborn!" The anxious villager was so excited that they were incoherent, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly in thanks.

Cheng Feng hurriedly helped the villager up and said in a gentle voice, "There is no need for this; saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty of a physician. This child still needs further diagnosis and treatment. I will leave a prescription; go quickly to decoct the medicine and feed it to them."

As he spoke, Cheng Feng took up a brush to write the prescription and handed it to the pharmacy apprentice nearby to prepare. He himself remained in the front hall, constantly monitoring the changes in the child's condition until he confirmed that the child was completely out of danger, only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

On this day, no one at Yonghe Hall felt tired. Because here, they had witnessed a miracle of life and felt the power of Medical Skill.

No one would have thought that the ruler of the Hong Sect, who dominated Qingxi County, would also have a side that healed the sick and saved lives, being benevolent and kind-hearted.

And Cheng Feng, through this act of treatment, became even more determined in his resolve to become a true physician.

Fighting and killing were not what he wanted; the sense of accomplishment from being able to heal the sick and save lives was actually quite good.

And in a corner where the people around were paying attention, Jiang Feifei's beautiful eyes were fixed tightly on every move Cheng Feng made, her eyes flickering with complex emotions—admiration, curiosity, and a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

Since that chance encounter, Jiang Feifei had developed a keen interest in this young physician's Medical Skill and benevolent heart. She had never seen someone so focused on treating patients who could remain calm and courageous at critical moments.

As the sun set, Yonghe Hall gradually returned to tranquility. The villagers left with the child in gratitude, leaving only lamps flickering in the night, adding a touch of warmth to this small medical clinic.

Cheng Feng finally found a moment of leisure, took off his clothes stained with the scent of medicine, and prepared to rest for a while.

After Cheng Feng finished his busy work, Jiang Feifei walked up and handed him a cup of hot tea, saying softly, "Brother Cheng, the acupuncture you performed today was truly amazing."

Cheng Feng looked up at Jiang Feifei, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He took the teacup and smiled, "Thank you. However, this is all something a physician should do."

Jiang Feifei looked at Cheng Feng's solid back: "Brother Cheng, can I talk to you?"

Cheng Feng turned around and found Jiang Feifei standing there, the moonlight shining on her through the window lattice, adding a touch of softness to her beauty. He smiled slightly and nodded, "Of course, please sit."

The two moved to the small pavilion in the Rear Courtyard. The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, yet it was also refreshing. Jiang Feifei parted her red lips and said, "Brother Cheng, I saw you treating the child today; your technique was so skillful and your determination so firm, it is truly admirable."

Cheng Feng was curious about Jiang Feifei's intentions: 'Why is she suddenly complimenting people? Is this still the Feifei I know?'

Upon learning that the old Shopkeeper had taken Cheng Feng as a disciple, Jiang Feifei did not think Cheng Feng had any good intentions, and she had even harbored quite a few complaints about Cheng Feng.

But seeing that Cheng Feng was truly working hard to learn medicine and save lives, a trace of self-reproach flashed in the heart of Jiang Feifei, who usually didn't think much of Cheng Feng.

Listening to the teasing in Cheng Feng's words, Jiang Feifei smiled slightly. She gathered her courage and asked, "Brother Cheng, can I come to you often to ask for advice on Medical Skill in the future?"

Hearing this, a flash of surprise appeared in Cheng Feng's eyes, and he immediately agreed happily, "Of course, as long as you are interested."

The atmosphere between the two became somewhat ambiguous.

The two continued to talk, from the way of Medical Skill to life ideals, and then to their respective past experiences.

Cheng Feng discovered that Jiang Feifei was not only clever and quick-witted but also had great ambitions, full of curiosity and a desire to explore all things in the world. And Jiang Feifei was also deeply attracted by Cheng Feng's dedication and love for Medical Skill.

She began to look forward to the possibility that she, too, might become a respected physician like him in the future.

The night grew deep, stars dotted the night sky, and the conversation between the two gradually drew to a close. Jiang Feifei stood up and bowed deeply to Cheng Feng, "Thank you, Brother Cheng, for your words today; I have benefited greatly. I will remember your words and strive to move forward."

Cheng Feng shook his head with a smile, "Miss Jiang is too polite; we were just exchanging ideas. I look forward to you achieving success in Medical Skill in the future and benefiting the common people."

Watching Jiang Feifei's departing back, an inexplicable ripple surged in Cheng Feng's heart.

After all, having a beautiful woman wandering before one's eyes was still quite pleasing to the eye.