Chapter 475

First Volume, Chapter 475: A Thousand Autumns, Ten Thousand Generations

Seeing Qin Feng so ruthless, showing not the slightest mercy, the crowd of civilians did not know whether to revere him or fear him.

Chen Bingtian and the other three were dragged out of the City Gate and executed.

This matter was not yet over.

Qin Feng looked at the apprentices present; though these fellows were merely Following the Trend and not truly evil, if they learned Medical Skill, they would inevitably become another Chen Bingtian.

Feeling Qin Feng's gaze, all the apprentices collapsed to their knees, trembling uncontrollably, lacking even the courage to beg for mercy.

Qin Feng had no patience to waste time on them and waved his hand casually: "Drive all these people out of Beixi County!"

With the entire Beixi Medical Hall cleared out, Qin Feng turned to the watching civilians and announced loudly: "In Beixi County, grain, soldiers, medicine, and law—these four are the foundation of the county. Whoever dares to touch Beixi County's core interests, I, the Young Master, will show no mercy!"

The four points Qin Feng mentioned were not only Beixi County's core interests, but also the people's very livelihood.

The people knew well that Qin Feng acted for their own good, and they knelt down en masse, bowing their heads and chanting in unison.

"Thousand-Household Lord, may you live a thousand autumns, ten thousand generations!"

A thousand autumns, ten thousand generations…

Qin Feng disliked this phrase—if the Liang Emperor ever heard it, he'd surely find another way to make Qin Feng's life difficult.

But the people were simple-minded and simply could not think of a more fitting phrase to express their gratitude, so Qin Feng decided to pretend he didn't hear it.

He thought the matter was finished, but Sun He stepped forward several paces and performed a deep bow.

"Old man deeply admires Qin Thousand-Household's Medical Skill. Yesterday, I argued with Qin Thousand-Household until we were both red-faced—I was truly blind to true talent."

Qin Feng immediately helped Sun He up, his eyes filled with respect.

Compared to Chen Bingtian and the other three quacks, Sun He, though stubborn, was a genuine Physician and deserved respect.

Ignoring Qin Feng's attempt to stop him, Sun He bowed again.

"Qin Thousand-Household's Technique of Turning Decay into Wonder has opened my eyes. Yet I still cannot understand—why did this stubborn Arrow Wound, so difficult to treat, dissolve effortlessly in your hands?"

This was not just baffling to Sun He—the Former General was equally confused.

As the saying goes, long illness breeds a good physician; the Former General had witnessed too many soldiers die not on the Battlefield, but in the Rear Camp—like stray dogs, writhing on sickbeds for days before dying in bitter regret.

Every time he thought of it, he sighed deeply.

Now Qin Feng could cure Arrow Wounds completely; if this method spread, the casualty rate among Liang soldiers would drop dramatically, profoundly impacting Liang.

Qin Feng did not hide anything and explained directly: "Treating Arrow Wounds comes down to two methods: first, cleaning the wound to prevent bacterial infection—think of it as halting the spread of poison; second, reducing inflammation. If these two are done well, the worsening of Arrow Wounds can be greatly reduced."

Hearing this, Sun He stared blankly at Qin Feng: "Is it really that simple?"

Qin Feng shrugged, casual and unconcerned: "It really is that simple."

Sun He's shock was beyond words; before this, he had used every trick he knew and could save only a few wounded.

And according to Qin Feng's words, those few survivors weren't saved by his skill—they had simply survived through sheer physical strength, and would have healed even without treatment.

In the end, the Medical Skill he had prided himself on had been applied in the wrong place.

It was laughable.

For a moment, Sun He felt too ashamed to remain in Beixi County.

Seeing the guilt in Sun He's eyes, Qin Feng immediately pulled a slip of paper from his sleeve and handed it to him.

Sun He looked at the paper, then at Qin Feng, bewildered: "Qin Thousand-Household, what is this?"

Qin Feng dismissed it lightly: "The formula for Beixi White Medicine."

Upon hearing the words "Beixi White Medicine," Sun He's face turned pale; he immediately pushed the formula back toward Qin Feng, his whole body trembling from sheer tension.

"Such a precious thing—please, Qin Thousand-Household, take it back immediately."

As a Physician, Sun He understood better than anyone the value of a formula.

And this formula was specifically for external injuries—any Physician, with just this small slip, could live comfortably for life.

But Qin Feng didn't care at all—he didn't even consider the formula worth a second thought.

"Sun Hall Master, don't refuse. This formula was prepared for you—just keep it. Beixi County cannot do without you, and the Beixi Medical Hall's development absolutely requires a Physician like you to lead it."

Sun He was overwhelmed with astonishment; his gaze at Qin Feng shifted again and again.

Recalling how yesterday he had argued with Qin Feng until they were red-faced, even wanting to fight right then and there—yet Qin Feng had not blamed him even slightly, and instead gave him such a priceless treasure.

For a moment, Sun He was filled with nothing but awe.

Holding the formula worth a thousand gold pieces, Sun He hesitated long, then whispered: "With your Medical Skill, how could old man possibly be fit to lead in Beixi County?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng was displeased.

"What kind of talk is that? You are the Northern Border Famous Doctor. Besides soldiers wounded on the Battlefield, the people's headaches and fevers rely on you. The position of Hall Master of the Beixi Medical Hall—if anyone else held it, I wouldn't trust them. Stay here and work steadily. Whatever you need, just ask County Magistrate Lin."

"By the way, keep this formula safe—don't let it leak out. After all, Beixi White Medicine isn't just for our own use—it can also be sold as a Commodity, bringing additional income to Beixi County."

Just now, Qin Feng had clearly said "increase Beixi County's income," not "increase my own."

Whether Sun He or the civilians present, all looked at Qin Feng with burning eyes.

The Former General, sensing the people's love and reverence for Qin Feng, felt a strange emotion inside him.

Envy? Or jealousy?

Compared to Beixi County, the Bian Jun Zhong Zhen was merely a Military Stronghold—its sole purpose was to station troops against foreign invasion; its People's Livelihood was extremely weak, almost negligible.

Put it this way.

If a City were besieged by Enemy Army, the Bian Jun Zhong Zhen could hold out for at most half a year, while Beixi County could hold out for three to five years.

If enough Grain were stockpiled, given Beixi County's unity, it could even endure for ten or eight years.

Qin Feng Xiao'er has truly turned Beixi County into the Number One County of the Northern Border—even rivaling some Zhou Fu.

The Former General began to think.

If one day the Liang Emperor ordered Qin Feng to seize his authority, with Qin Feng's current strength, it would be no difficult task.

If so, why not prepare in advance?

Thinking of this, the Former General no longer hesitated; he stepped forward directly and said warmly, "Captain Qin, I'll stay a few more days in your Beixi County, to avoid a relapse of my ailment. With these few days at hand, let us discuss the Preparation for the Northern Border's upcoming warfare..."