Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Before she could even speak, tears were already streaming down her face. "Red Girl, last time I brought you here, you refused. I've always said your aunt is a scoundrel, sigh..."

"Aunt Zhen."

Zhuang Hongxiu couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears.

The two held hands, looked at each other, and went into the house while talking.

A little while later, Aunt Zhen came out and somewhat embarrassedly invited Li Xin into the inner room for tea.

She didn't forget to criticize Dr. Yang a few times.

The two walked to the side and whispered a few words to each other. When they looked at Li Xin again, their eyes became slightly strange.

It was eerie, yet also carried a touch of warmth.

"Come, come, have some tea. My dear nephew, this gift is far too precious. Wait a moment..."

"They're just some toys, nothing much. Uncle Yang and Aunt Liang, please don't be so polite. Besides, Hongxiu brought them, so there's no need to stand on ceremony."

"Alright, we've always cherished Hongxiu, it's just a pity about her family..."

At this point, the group sighed again.

It's best not to say any more.

Li Xin knew that it was nothing more than Zhuang Hongxiu's family falling into poverty and her mother passing away...

Because of the pretense of filial piety, he was kept at home by the eldest wife of the Zhuang family, forced to work outside to earn money, and subjected to her torment.

Life was very hard.

It's likely that Yang Shouchang's family had considered bringing Zhuang Hongxiu out of the country.

However, the other party's wife, who was in charge of the household, pressured them with the idea of ​​upholding justice, and so the matter was delayed.

Ultimately, after experiencing a major upheaval, Hongxiu came to understand some things and made up her mind to sever ties with that family.

Otherwise, if this continues, she will eventually perish.

After talking for a while, we got down to business.

“Nephew, I actually know the recipe for your Yangyuan Decoction.”

Brother Yuanhua is a very generous person, and I admire him greatly.

The beauty of this formula lies in the fact that several of its main ingredients can be substituted. The longer the formula has been stored, the more potent the medicinal properties become, and the better its effect in nourishing blood and replenishing vital energy.

The current difficulty is that the batch of medicinal herbs from Longqing Trading Company is stuck in Heihu Village, Chaoyangou, and has not yet been able to reach Beijing.

There is a shortage of auxiliary medicines now, especially Rehmannia glutinosa and donkey-hide gelatin, which are in short supply.

Therefore, I can only prescribe twelve doses of medicine at Huichuntang this time. If you want more, you'll have to go to other clinics to get it.

"Is this old ginseng? I've heard that the older the ginseng and lingzhi in a prescription, the better. Uncle Yang, do you know of any family that has such excellent medicinal herbs?"

“My best ingredient is an eighty-year-old ginseng. I’ve used it all to write a prescription… I can’t accept this. Nephew, aren’t you slapping me in the face? This is a gift for Hongxiu to give as a greeting.”

As he spoke, Yang Shoucheng blushed, puffed out his beard and glared, refusing to accept the money no matter what.

After some back and forth, they still didn't take the money.

Having finally managed to pick up where the topic left off, Yang Shoucheng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Originally, it was somewhat unethical to reveal the secrets of other clinics, but since we're talking behind closed doors, there are fewer taboos."

"Uncle Yang, please speak."

"Yong'an Hall should have a Ganoderma lucidum that is 180 years old. Don't go there directly to ask them; they won't admit it anyway."

"Appreciate further details."

Last May, after my old friend Chen Yutian returned from collecting medicinal herbs, he excitedly sought me out to appraise them.

The two Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms were enormous, with dragon-patterned purple leaves. I was so tempted by them... but I didn't have enough money to buy them for the time being.

After I had raised the money, I went to find him again, only to discover that my old friend had met a tragic end; his house had been burned down. Later, three skeletons of varying sizes were found in his house.

This unsolved case was beyond explanation even in the government offices. I sensed something was amiss at the time, so I didn't dare mention the medicinal herbs.

I thought this matter might remain a mystery, and no one would ever know its secrets again.

At the beginning of this year, on Li Zhongtang's birthday, he received a century-old dragon-patterned Ganoderma lucidum. Simultaneously, Qi Yunfang, the owner of Yong'an Hall who gave the gift, saw his status rise dramatically. His clinic's reputation soared, and its doors were constantly being knocked down.

"I see."

Li Xin understood this perfectly.

Human nature is treacherous...

No one knows what kind of heart some people hide beneath their sanctimonious exterior.

Chen Yutian originally thought he would make a fortune, but the secret was leaked.

Instead of achieving great success, he brought about the extermination of his entire family.

If Yong'an Hall can give away a century-old Ganoderma lucidum, it most likely also has another century-old Ganoderma lucidum in its possession.

Yang Shoucheng's guess was actually not wrong.

This substance is a holy medicine for replenishing blood. If added to a nourishing decoction, it will surely cause blood and qi to surge and vital energy to be greatly strengthened.

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Chapter Fifty: Should I Avoid Your Edge?

"Besides the possibility that Yong'an Hall might be hiding Ganoderma lucidum, there is another piece of news, I don't know if it will be of any use to you, my dear nephew."

To be honest, Dr. Li Wanshan of Baoshentang, without fear of being laughed at by my nephew, and not to slander my colleague, is only barely passable in terms of pulse diagnosis and prescription.

Strangely enough, several patients who were on the verge of death were saved at Baoshentang.

There was a patient I saw with my own eyes who was almost completely exhausted and beyond medical help.

After visiting Baoshentang, he miraculously lived for another three months before dying.

Li Xin's expression turned strange.

Baoshentang, isn't that the clinic opened by my second uncle?

The memories in my mind are not very detailed.

I was very young at the time and only heard a few snippets of information, but I still have some impression of them.

It seems that my second uncle took ginseng from home and left, which angered my grandfather so much that he vomited three liters of blood. My father often cursed him when he mentioned this.

Later, after my second uncle made his fortune in the capital, he wrote a letter back to his hometown.

Li Xin didn't know what the letter contained; he only remembered that his father had torn it up.

Could it be that the ginseng is something extraordinary?

"Uncle Yang, if it really is ginseng that's keeping him alive, how old do you estimate it to be?"

"Even a century-old ginseng would have a hard time achieving such medicinal effects."

I don't know the specifics. However, that man is ambitious and profit-driven; the few difficult patients he cured were all relatives of powerful and wealthy people. If you're going to seek medicine, you could start from that angle.

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Yang."

Li Xin declined Doctor Yang and Aunt Zhen's invitation to stay for dinner and returned to his own courtyard with his medicine bag.

They could see someone peering out from a distance outside the door.

Fortunately, no one bothered his own shop, and no one carried a coffin to block the entrance to his yard.

"Second brother, will Zhang Yuanhao come here?"

Li Cheng hurriedly came over to greet him.

His expression was not good.

He had obviously received the news as well.

"will not."

Li Xin smiled and turned to look at Zhuang Hongxiu:

What do you think, Hongxiu?

"Because if they block our door and lift the lid, the young master will really kill them. Right now, they're just blocking the entrance to the Cheng family's Bagua shop, which is an easy way to deceive them."

With Master Cheng watching over him, the young master can only use his mouth; he must never act recklessly.

"That's right, that's exactly it. Good people deserve to have guns pointed at them."

Li Xin uttered a famous saying from his previous life.

His eyes were full of mockery.

It was Nezha, the Third Prince, who killed Zhang Shijie, the old bodyguard, in the Tongpan Prefecture. What does that have to do with Li Xin?

I'm very busy these days and don't have much time in the US to chat with them.

"Brother, arrange for Yang Fan and Xiao Hu to secretly investigate the news about Yong'an Hall and Baoshen Hall."

Don't be stingy with your money, and try your best not to attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

"And about Baoshentang? Oh, okay."

Li Cheng's eyes flickered, but he didn't ask any more questions and turned to leave.

"Wait, come and take your medicine before meals. You and Hongxiu also need to take a dose of Nourishing Essence Soup every day now. Let's see if you can withstand the effects of the medicine."

Li Xin then gave further instructions.

He felt it was necessary to train his elder brother and Zhuang Hongxiu's combat capabilities as soon as possible.

Regardless of how skilled they are, they should at least be able to stand on their own and protect themselves.

As for those little ones, they're still laying the foundation, so let's take it slow.

"us?"

Li Cheng quickly shook his head. He had heard that the medicine was very expensive. How many bowls of mutton soup would he have to sell to earn it back?

"It's not a problem to lose a little money."

Li Xin smiled and said, "Sometimes when I'm away from home, I neglect the family and have to rely on you, my elder brother, to keep things going."

"That's fine."

Li Cheng straightened his back and immediately felt the weight of responsibility and a sense of urgency welled up in his heart.

Zhuang Hongxiu didn't say anything, she just looked at Li Xin gently and listened to his arrangements.

By noon, the three doses of Yangyuan Decoction were ready. Li Xin drank a bowl and waited for the medicine to take effect.

After a while, I felt like my body was on fire.

A surge of heat rose from my stomach and spread throughout my limbs and bones.

My muscles, bones, skin, and flesh felt itchy, tingling, and numb; my heart was especially restless.

He couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and assumed the Baguaquan stance.

He stepped out in circles, slowly pushing his palms forward. He circulated his qi and blood, carefully controlling his strength.

The force was like a tidal wave; a palm was pushed to the fingertips, but no blow was delivered.

Then, starting from the three Yin acupoints on the hand, it circles around the three Yang meridians of the hand and returns to the internal organs.

The body alternates between hot and cold... the skin feels tight and the heat doesn't dissipate.

The energy circulates repeatedly, the fluctuations become stronger and stronger, and the energy becomes more and more concentrated.

Ultimately, it transforms into billowing steam, penetrating deep into the skin, bones, and flesh.

Three-quarters of an hour later.

He felt the effects of the medicine gradually fading.

When your thoughts sink into your mind, you will see your own state.

The "Constitution" column has silently changed from 18 points to 18.1.

"The progress is obvious... Just one dose of medicine increased his physical condition by 0.1."

Sure enough, the Nourishing Essence Decoction that Doctor Yang prescribed this time was much better than the previous medicines that cost two taels of silver per dose.