PFC Chapter 424
Chapter 424
Chapter 424
Finally, they found the leader's location. When the leader's true face appeared before them, both men were startled; the leader was none other than the unassuming soldier from before. Seeing them intrude, the soldier grinned maliciously: "Hmph, you think everything's fine now that the war is over? I'm just dissatisfied with the rewards after the war. Why should I risk my life for such a meager reward?" His eyes were filled with resentment; it turned out that all of this was orchestrated out of his own bitterness and resentment.
An Ye stepped forward, his expression calm yet authoritative: "Let go of your hatred. Continuing will only plunge more people into suffering." However, the soldier remained obstinate, suddenly launching an attack. An Ye swiftly drew his longsword, engaging him in a fierce exchange. For a moment, swords flashed and cold light pierced the air. Meanwhile, Dongfang Wan'er waited for an opportunity. She quickly pulled out a homemade sleeping potion from her bosom and, taking advantage of the intense battle, threw it out. The potion dispersed in the air, instantly stunning the soldier. An Ye seized the opportunity and subdued him.
They then swiftly disbanded the organization, persuading all the misled assassins to return home, thus completely eliminating the threat. When the news spread, the whole country rejoiced, and the nation truly ushered in a period of lasting peace and stability.
Having successfully retired from the bustling capital, An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er lived a life of leisure, like hermits among clouds and wild cranes. They secluded themselves amidst the mountains and rivers, occasionally practicing medicine and helping those in need. Their story was passed down by word of mouth, becoming a beautiful tale that inspires generations.
A life of quiet dedication and chivalry
Nestled in a tranquil valley surrounded by green mountains and flowing streams, a simple yet cozy thatched hut sits, the place where An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er retreat from the hustle and bustle of the world to cultivate their spiritual practice. In the early morning, sunlight filters through the dappled shadows of the trees, illuminating the medicinal garden in front of the hut. Dongfang Wan'er carefully tends to the precious herbs, and a gentle breeze carries their fragrance.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Several anxious-looking people carried an old man and rushed over, stopping in front of the thatched hut. An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er quickly went to greet him. The old man's face was ashen and sallow, his eyes were closed, and his breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Each breath seemed like a struggle to pull on the thread of life.
Dongfang Wan'er quickly knelt down, extending her slender fingers to gently place them on the old man's pulse. Her brows furrowed, and her expression grew increasingly grave. After a long while, she stood up and shook her head at An Ye: "This illness is extremely rare, complex, and difficult to treat. Ordinary medicines are unlikely to be effective, and the required medicinal herbs are even rarer, requiring harsh growing conditions. I'm afraid..." Before An Ye could finish speaking, her gaze became firm, and she turned around, quickly slung her bamboo basket over her shoulder, grabbed a sharp blade, and strode towards the deep mountains: "Don't worry about taking care of him; I will definitely find the medicinal herbs."
Deep in the mountains, thorns grew thickly, and jagged rocks made every step fraught with difficulty. He traversed the forest in the dark, meticulously searching every corner, leaving no place unexplored where medicinal herbs might grow. Sometimes he climbed steep cliffs, sometimes he waded through icy streams. Several days passed, his clothes were tattered, and his face was etched with exhaustion, but the determination in his eyes never wavered. Finally, in a secluded valley, he discovered several precious medicinal herbs he had longed for. In that instant, his weariness was replaced by joy. He carefully picked the herbs, placed them in his bamboo basket, and hurried back to his thatched hut.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Wan'er did not stop. She lit a fire in the thatched hut and carefully selected, washed, and sliced the medicinal herbs she had brought back during the dark night, then slowly simmered them in a medicine pot. In between simmering the medicine, she took out silver needles, lit moxa wool, and performed acupuncture and moxibustion on the old man. Each needle was precise and steady, carrying her respect for life and hope.
With Dongfang Wan'er's meticulous care and An Ye's full support, a miracle finally occurred. A few days later, the old man's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, his breathing became steady and strong, and his previously tightly closed eyes slowly opened, filled with a longing for life and gratitude towards the two. Upon seeing this, the old man's family was moved to tears and immediately took out a large sum of money to repay An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er for saving his life. However, the two simply smiled and shook their heads, politely declining: "Saving lives is our original intention; money is merely an external thing to us."
The news spread like wildfire, and people praised An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er's benevolent medical skills. A constant stream of people came seeking their treatment. However, they were not obliged to grant every request. Upholding their principles of justice, they refused to see anyone who came seeking treatment if they knew that the person was of bad character or had committed many evil deeds.
One day, a group of fierce-looking thugs suddenly stormed into the valley, dragging a trembling doctor along. They arrived menacingly at the thatched hut. The leader, a burly man with a face full of scars, shouted viciously, "We've heard your medical skills are superb! My brother's injured, heal him right now, or you'll be sorry!" An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er exchanged a glance, a hint of disgust flashing in their eyes. An Ye sneered, calmly entering the hut, and tossed some pre-prepared fake medicine to the thugs: "Here, I guarantee it will cure him." The thugs believed him and happily took the medicine away. Watching the thugs' departing figures, An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er smiled at each other and returned to their hut. In the tranquil valley, they lived a carefree life, rescuing people in distress. Their story was passed down through generations, becoming an enduring legend.
Under the warm sunshine, the signboard of the town's clinic swayed gently in the breeze. Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen were busy with their daily rounds of patients. The clinic was filled with the aroma of medicine, and people came and went in an endless stream seeking treatment. With their superb medical skills and kind hearts, they had earned the praise of the locals, and their lives were peaceful and stable. But this peace did not last long.
One day, a commotion shattered the tranquility of the clinic as several burly men rushed in carrying a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher was a mysterious patient, his body covered in eerie black spots, as if cursed by evil. His breath was weak, each breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind. Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen quickly gathered around, their brows instantly furrowing. In their many years of medical practice, they had never seen such a peculiar illness. Conventional diagnostic methods had proven ineffective, and both were filled with doubt and unease.
After a thorough examination, they were still clueless. Just as they were frowning in despair, an elderly man with white hair quietly appeared at the entrance of the clinic. The old man was dressed in a black robe, with deep eyes and an aura of mystery surrounding him. He slowly spoke: "This old man knows the cure for this illness, but it requires a snow lotus that grows in extremely cold places." Su Jinran and Ye Jiuchen exchanged a glance, their faces showing difficulty. Those extremely cold places were covered in ice for thousands of miles, with harsh environments, and the snow beasts guarding the snow lotus were exceptionally ferocious. Obtaining the snow lotus would be no easy task.