A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 198: Hear one and know ten
Under the guidance of Shen Ping, Duan Rong began to prepare the medicine. After the pig's urine was boiled thoroughly, he added the decocted medicine into the big iron pot.

The smell of the urine bag that had been boiled for a long time had completely dissipated.

The whole courtyard was filled with a strong smell of urine...

But when Duan Rong poured the decocted herbs and the soup into the big iron pot, the pungent smell that kept rising up suddenly disappeared, and instead a faint exotic fragrance began to emanate from the big iron pot.

"This is..." A hint of intoxication flashed across Duan Rong's eyes.

"Don't smell it!" Shen Ping shouted immediately, "This fragrance is poisonous!"

Duan Rong jumped away immediately, glanced at Shen Ping, and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Shen Ping laughed strangely and said, "It's not a big deal if you suck some in. It just makes you a little horny..."

Duan Rong's eyelids twitched, and his eyes were like knives, piercing Shen Ping.

Shen Ping ignored Duan Rong's angry look and ordered, "When the fragrance is gone, roast the asparagus, gastrodia, and corydalis, grind them into powder, and sprinkle them into the pot."

Duan Rong sighed and buried his head in his work. When he met a guy like Shen Ping, he could only sigh.

Duan Rong roasted Asparagus cochinchinensis, Gastrodia elata and Corydalis yanhusuo, ground them into powder, mixed them evenly, and then sprinkled the mixed powder into the pot at the right time.

Duan Rong's technique in handling various medicinal materials seemed very experienced. When encountering some details, Shen Ping was about to speak up to remind him, but he suddenly realized that Duan Rong had already noticed it and was already doing it.

This shows that Duan Rong has a full understanding of the medicinal properties of these medicines, and even has a certain knowledge of their medicinal properties after mixing them. This cannot but make Shen Ping amazed.

This kid is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has such accumulation and knowledge of medicinal properties.

How strange!

Shen Ping thought to himself that people of his age like Duan Rong did not have such accomplishments, and he also had a family background in medicine. He was born into a family of doctors and had been influenced by them since he was a child, growing up surrounded by the scent of various herbs.

Shen Ping had always been quite confident in his medical talent, but after meeting Duan Rong, he suddenly felt that he was just like everyone else.

Duan Rong took the roasted red donkey hoof out of the fire, placed it on the stone in the courtyard, and let it cool.

Then he placed the roasted donkey's hoof on the palm of his hand, stood in front of the big iron pot, poured his breath into his palm, and rubbed his palms together like a big mill, grinding the donkey's hoof in his palm into powder, which he sprinkled into the pot.

After that, it was boiled over high heat!
The firewood in the stove is blazing...

Seeing that the water was about to dry up, Duan Rong looked at Shen Ping inquiringly.

Shen Ping raised his eyelids, glanced into the large iron pot, and said coldly: "Keep cooking! Increase the heat, don't stop until I tell you to!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Rong stuffed a few more pieces of firewood into the stove.

Seeing that the big iron pot had been boiled dry and even smelled faintly of burnt food, Duan Rong glanced at Shen Ping, who had not yet called for a stop.

It was not until the smell of burning in the large iron pot changed from a slight smell to a strong smell that Shen Ping suddenly shouted, "Turn off the fire!"

Duan Rong acted as if he had received an order and slapped the edge of the big iron pot with his palm. The big iron pot flew out diagonally. Duan Rong performed the Cloud Snake Step, his body flashed, and he lightly lifted the bottom of the pot with his toes. Without knowing how he moved, the big iron pot had already landed steadily on the ground.

Shen Ping couldn't help but praise: "Good skills!"

Duan Rong's skills were good. Although his internal energy had not yet reached the fourth level, his swordsmanship had already reached the great perfection level. His punches and kicks were naturally unconventional. "Add a ladle of water while it's hot and stir evenly." Shen Ping reported the last step of preparing the ointment in the pavilion.

Duan Rong immediately walked to the large water tank, scooped a ladle of water, and poured it into the large iron pot.

A puff of white smoke rose from the big iron pot. Duan Rong picked up a rolling pin, bent down and started stirring the dough in the big iron pot.

Duan Rong finished stirring, scooped a little ointment with a rolling pin, walked into the pavilion, and handed it to Shen Ping. Shen Ping took it, sniffed it, and nodded, "Well, not bad."

"Duan boy, your technique and awareness are really good! This is your first time matching, and even compared to what I matched, it's not bad! Incredible!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Rong just smiled in a simple and honest manner.

He scooped out all the ointment in the big iron pot with a wooden shovel and put it into a clay jar.

Then he carried Shen Ping back to the bed in the inner room, applied the newly prepared ointment to all the wounds on Shen Ping's body, and then wrapped them tightly with bandages.

Shen Ping had just recovered from a serious illness, and he was very tired from instructing Duan Rong on how to make medicine. Duan Rong had bandaged his wounds for a short time, and the newly brewed ointment had a very good pain-relieving effect. As the medicine took effect, Shen Ping felt a comfortable, cool and numb feeling all over his wounds, which suddenly relaxed his tense nerves, and he soon fell into a deep sleep...

The newly prepared ointment was indeed very effective. After only two or three days, Shen Ping was able to get out of bed.

Duan Rong would give Shen Ping acupuncture once a day to help him recover his qi. Shen Ping would occasionally discuss acupuncture issues with Duan Rong, and some of Duan Rong's views would often surprise Shen Ping.

After a few more days, Shen Ping no longer needed bandages. Most of the shallow wounds had scabbed over, and he only needed to apply ointment on the heavier wounds every day.

In the past few days, Xiao Zongting took time to visit Shen Ping. He was very happy to see that Shen Ping had recovered well. But Hu Huanhuan never came again. The food box she left behind was still on the table in the inner room. Duan Rong occasionally went into the inner room twice and inadvertently saw Shen Ping staring at the food box in a daze.

Seeing that Shen Ping had almost recovered, Duan Rong returned to his daily crazy training.

Whenever Duan Rong was standing in the courtyard, Shen Ping would sit in the pavilion, drinking tea and flipping through the miscellaneous books that Duan Rong had bought from the bookstalls on Antique Street.

Shen Ping occasionally looked at Duan Rong who was standing in the courtyard and was slightly surprised. If he calculated correctly, this kid would stand in the stance for about nine hours every day.

"This temper is just like Xiao Zongting, he is simply a martial arts fanatic!"

Every time it was time for dinner, Duan Rong would carry the food box left by Hu Huanhuan, go to the street to buy some food, and then sit in the pavilion with Shen Ping to eat and drink.

After a few days, Duan Rong already knew Shen Ping's taste and bought basically all the food he liked.

While eating, Duan Ronghui would occasionally ask Shen Ping some tentative questions, most of which were about the relationship between the medicinal properties and the circulation of internal energy. Shen Ping could often analyze the seemingly complicated problems clearly and profoundly in just a sentence or two.

Duan Rong often feels like the clouds have cleared and the sun has appeared.

After several conversations, Duan Rong was convinced that Shen Ping had profound attainments in the properties of medicines and the circulation of internal energy.

Unlike Duan Rong's joy, Shen Ping looked calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

The questions Duan Rong asked often hit the nail on the head.

All the questions he asked were about the key points of the medical and martial arts practice. He had spent several years pondering and studying these questions before he finally figured them out.

His answers were by no means easy to understand, and some parts were even quite difficult and profound, but Duan Rong seemed to understand them as soon as he heard them, and was even able to draw inferences about other situations, following up on his answers and asking new questions.

It can be said that he understands ten things after hearing one thing, and his comprehension is extremely high!
(End of this chapter)