Yuqiongyin

Feng Chenning looked at him, frowning slightly, his head still a little dizzy, his voice still lazily: "This is...?"

Jin Min, who was standing by, stepped forward quickly, bowed slightly, and said in a steady and respectful voice, "Don't panic, Saint, this is a new doctor. Brother Li invited him to take care of your body. I heard that he specializes in Chinese medicine, has great medical skills, and has a lot of insights into various difficult and complicated diseases, so I brought him here to see you early in the morning."

Feng Chenning heard this, and her eyes still scanned him with scrutiny.

The doctor had a gentle temperament, with a calm and composed look between his eyebrows. He was fiddling with the silver needles and medicine bags in an orderly manner, as if he was not at all flustered by her questioning.

He raised his eyes, smiled gently at Feng Chenning, and bowed: "The Saint is fine, I am sorry to bother you. I just heard that the Saint woke up from a coma, so I hurried here. I hope you will allow me to feel your pulse and see what is wrong with you."

Feng Chenning said indifferently: "I hope you really have some skills."

Rong Yunqi smiled again, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Don't worry, Saint, doctors are kind-hearted. Since I have accepted the responsibility of curing diseases and saving lives, I will do my best. Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation. Please stretch out your wrist first, Saint, so that I can examine it carefully."

Feng Chenning paused for a moment, then slowly stretched out her hand, deciding to trust the doctor for once.

Rong Yunqiu looked calm. He first bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then placed his bony fingers lightly on Feng Chenning's pulse.

But in a moment, he frowned and focused, entering a state of concentrated diagnosis of the patient's pulse.

After a while, Rong Yunqiu let go of her hand, looked up at Feng Chenning, and asked in a gentle voice, "The Saint's pulse is weak and intermittent, and her Qi and blood are severely depleted. She is fine on weekdays, but occasionally she feels dizzy and weak in her limbs. She also has a shallow sleep at night, and wakes up at the slightest movement, and has difficulty falling asleep again."

Feng Chenning's heart was shocked, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His originally tense expression relaxed a little. He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his brows and nodded gently: "You are right, it is true."

Rong Yunqi nodded slightly and explained slowly, "Thinking too much will drain your energy and damage your spleen. If this continues for a long time, your qi and blood will have no source, and your spleen and stomach will be unable to function properly."

Feng Chenning raised her eyebrows slightly: "Since you have figured out the root cause, is there any way to cure it?"

"This disease needs to be treated slowly. I will prescribe a few prescriptions for you to regulate your qi and blood, strengthen your spleen and nourish your stomach. The herbs are all common but very effective. Take them on time every day. Within half a month, your dizziness and insomnia will be relieved."

As he spoke, Rong Yunqiu took out a pen and paper from the medicine box, wrote down the prescription quickly, and handed it to Feng Chenning.

Feng Chenning took the prescription, scanned the flourishing handwriting carefully, and then nodded gently, "Okay. Are there any other taboos during the medication period?"

"When taking medicine, avoid getting angry or worrying too much. Emotional ups and downs can easily dissipate the effect of the medicine. If you have some free time on weekdays, you might as well take a slow walk in the courtyard, bask in the sun, and activate your qi and blood, but don't overwork yourself."

"Okay." Feng Chenning wrote down everything, and looked at Rong Yunling with a smile in her eyes: "Thank you for your trouble, doctor. I hope that as you said, this annoying disease can be cured soon."

"Don't worry, Saint. Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes away like a thread being pulled out. Just follow the doctor's advice, keep a calm mind, and proceed step by step."

Feng Chenning was about to speak, but was interrupted by a cough. She suddenly covered her mouth as a violent coughing fit came without warning.

She hunched over, her shoulders shaking violently, her pale face instantly turned red, and the veins on her neck were faintly bulging.

The guard Jin Min beside him was startled and took a step forward in an instant, his face full of anxiety but at a loss. He could only pat Feng Chen Ning's back in panic, muttering: "Saint, what's wrong with you?!"

However, instead of stopping the cough, Feng Chenning's condition became worse.

She only felt a fishy and sweet taste rising from the depths of her throat, and a stream of warm liquid broke through the obstruction of her teeth and flowed out from between her fingers.

Feng Chenning looked calm when he lowered his eyes and saw the glaring red blood on his palm.

“This…this is…?!” Kon Satoshi looked at the dripping blood, his voice trembling and he couldn’t finish his words.

Feng Chenning coughed violently again, and drops of bright red blood splashed onto the quilt, like hideous blood flowers that quickly spread out.

Rong Yunqiu's face changed drastically, but the doctor's calmness quickly prevailed. He stepped forward quickly and held Feng Chenning firmly with one hand to prevent her from falling due to coughing.

He quickly took the heroine's pulse with his other hand and began to diagnose with bated breath.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "The Saint's qi and blood are disordered, and her internal organs are already weak. Her emotions have just fluctuated slightly, and she has been talking for too long, which has damaged her lung meridians. This is why she is coughing up blood."

Although he tried to comfort Feng Chenning, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his eyes were solemn. It was obvious that the situation was more difficult than he said.

Feng Chenning coughed until tears welled up in his eyes, and he gasped for air. After finally recovering, he said in a weak voice, "I am incurable. I know my condition."

Rong Yunqiu shook his head vigorously, quickly found a sheep-fat jade bottle from the medicine box, and poured out several black pills: "Saint, don't talk nonsense. Take these pills to stop bleeding and dissolve blood stasis first. It can temporarily relieve the symptoms."

After saying that, he personally fed the pill to Feng Chenning's mouth.

Seeing him like this, Feng Chenning swallowed the pill obediently. The pill tasted bitter, but it didn't affect her at all.

After Feng Chenning took the pill, Rong Yunqie turned to the guard Jin Min and winked, saying quickly: "Go get some warm water and prepare clean towels and bedding. The saint needs to lie down and rest now."

Kon Satoshi took the order and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Rong Yunqiu sat back down beside Feng Chenning's bed, reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said to her gently, "Saint, please be at ease. Although coughing up blood looks dangerous, as long as you stop it in time and take good care of it according to the plan I just prepared, your life will not be in danger."

Feng Chenning lowered her eyes and said nothing.

When I blurted out those discouraging words "there is no cure", I had actually already made up my mind and prepared for the worst.

She had lived for more than a hundred years. Before she came to the holy land, she had seen too much birth, aging, sickness and death. She knew the kind of gloom and helplessness in the eyes of seriously ill and dying people. Now, this gloom finally fell on her.

"Although my pulse is like this, it has already run out of energy. Can't you see it?" Feng Chenning raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his tone calm as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Rong Yunqi's brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character. He was extremely anxious but still pretended to be calm and quickly thought of a countermeasure.