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33: Chapter 33: Treating Elder Duan 33: Chapter 33: Treating Elder Duan “You really know how to avoid a loss.

Just give the word when you want to collect your debt, and I will wholeheartedly oblige,” said Duan Tang, jokingly yet with a hint of sincerity.

An Yiqing laughed lightly, said no more, and followed Duan Tang into the mansion.

The Mu Family Mansion was a standard elite family compound, with gates that bore the charm of antiquity.

Standard quadrangles connected one after another, while classical colonnades oozed with charm.

The vermillion columns adorned with carved dragons and phoenixes, along with the exquisite openwork windows, evoked an air of elegance throughout.

However, the presence of black-clothed bodyguards, especially the firearms at their waists, cast a solemn shadow over the mansion’s classic elegance.

The Muyun Society’s influence was indeed formidable; only a few in Xuandu City, located right at the Imperial City Root, could openly carry firearms like this.

As soon as An Yiqing stepped through the main mansion door with Duan Tang, she heard Duan Yuntian’s, Old Master Duan’s, hearty laughter: “Girl Qing, the old man has been eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
Duan Yuntian was of course aware of the incident that had occurred a few days earlier.

He hadn’t expected a delicate young lady to have not only divine medical skills but also such sharp martial arts proficiency.

What a remarkable girl!

A nineteen-year-old Divine Doctor and Ancient Martial Arts Expert, truly extraordinary!

The more Duan Yuntian thought about An Yiqing having saved his grandson’s life a few days ago, the more affectionately he felt towards her.

This girl and the Muyun Society truly had a fateful connection, having saved both him and Ah Tang.

If…

if she could marry into his family, wouldn’t that be…?

Heh heh heh, best to keep such thoughts to himself.

Old Master Duan’s mind was like one harboring a cunning Old Fox, but his face revealed nothing, the gaze he cast upon An Yiqing even more warm.

“Xiao Qing, I’ve heard about the incident from Ah Tang,” said Old Master Duan.

“Remarkable, truly remarkable!

I feel so old now!”
“Listening to your hearty voice, it’s even louder than your grandson’s.

How can you say you’re old?” remarked An Yiqing, her comment not entirely flattery—the loudest voice truly did belong to Old Master Duan out of all present.

Taken aback by the comment, Duan Yuntian then burst into laughter, “Hahaha!

You sly girl, beating around the bush and teasing this old man!

Hurry on inside; the setting sun is still fierce.”
An Yiqing smiled faintly, following Duan Yuntian into the main house with Duan Tang trailing behind.

“Old Master Duan, I should give you a thorough check-up first; it would put Family Head Duan’s mind at ease, wouldn’t it?” suggested An Yiqing upon entering, heading straight to the point.

Duan Yuntian’s illness wasn’t difficult to cure, but it required time, and she preferred to prioritize it—the sooner she got back, the better, lest her dormitory mates start gossiping again.

“Of course, let’s follow your plan, girl,” nodded Duan Yuntian again and again upon hearing her words.

For years, his illness had loomed over him like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at any moment.

Now, knowing it could be cured completely, how could he not be thrilled?

An Yiqing gestured for Duan Yuntian to extend his hand and began to check him seriously.

Ancient Medicine used Yin and Yang and the Five Elements as foundations, and through the methods of “Look, Smell, Ask, and Cut” it sought to find the causes, natures, and locations of illnesses, analyze the pathogenesis, and variations in the internal organs, meridians, qi, and blood, then judged the increase and decrease of pathogenic and healthy factors.

From there, they determined the illness’s name and summarized the pattern of symptoms, which guided treatment principles.

They developed various treatments such as “sweat, vomit, purge, harmonize, warm, clear, supplement, dissolve,” and used multiple therapeutic approaches like Chinese Herbal Medicine, acupuncture, massage, and dietary therapy to help the body achieve Yin and Yang harmony and recovery.

After a detailed examination, An Yiqing quickly determined Duan Yuntian’s treatment plan.

“Elder Duan, your illness is caused by your unstable lifestyle over the years and the emotional burdens you have accumulated.

If seen by modern medicine, this would certainly be a difficult case to treat.

I will use the ancient remedies passed down from my shimen to treat you, and I guarantee you will recover in two months.

During this period, you must try to keep your mood as peaceful as possible and continue nurturing your character and virtues,” An Yiqing gave a simple explanation to the Duan grandfather and grandson, and she conservatively estimated the time for recovery.

In reality, with her special Inner Breath, recovery could happen in less than a month, but to avoid drawing the attention of those with ulterior motives, she decided to extend the time a bit.

Duan Yuntian was overjoyed upon hearing this, for a person who could have died at any moment now had the chance to live well again – a change that would excite anyone to no end.

He was very receptive to An Yiqing’s instructions, nodding again and again in agreement.

In Duan Tang’s clear and bright eyes, there was also full of joy.

His grandfather’s illness had always been his greatest worry, but now it could finally be thoroughly cured.

Even the usually gentle and easygoing Duan Tang was somewhat excited.

An Yiqing had already had someone bring in the several large packages of medicinal herbs she had purchased.

As instructed by An Yiqing during the day, Duan Tang had ordered the servants to prepare the bathing barrel on top of the brazier.

After the water became warm, An Yiqing had Duan Yuntian, dressed in shorts, sit in the bathing barrel, while Duan Tang was in charge of controlling the fire in the brazier, and An Yiqing gradually added the medicinal herbs in sequence to the barrel and simultaneously performed acupuncture on Duan Yuntian.

An Yiqing brought her own Silver Needles today.

Learning from the previous experience when she hadn’t brought her needles, An Yiqing had specifically made a portable tool kit to carry with her.

The brocade pouch was made from a special material.

Although soft, it would not be easily damaged, allowing her to tie it to her body conveniently, making it easy for An Yiqing to carry her Silver Needles and tools without injuring herself.

An Yiqing spread the brocade pouch on the table, revealing rows of sparkling and translucent Silver Needles flashing in the cold light.

The material used to make these Silver Needles was Crystal Stone, which she had obtained by chance during her travels.

The Crystal Stone, as recorded in the ancient texts of Medicine Sect, was very suitable for making flexible tools, which would bend as needed without compromising the treatment efficacy.

Her fair and delicate hands lightly brushed over the sparkling Silver Needles, her finger gently lifting one of them.

The sight of the transparent Silver Needle in An Yiqing’s fragile and fair hand was strikingly beautiful.

This was the first time Duan Tang witnessed An Yiqing treating someone, she appeared different from her usual gentle and indifferent demeanor; there was now a sacred and inviolable beauty to her.

Her bright eyes showed determination, concentration, and confidence that were enchanting.

Duan Tang thought that it was perhaps this unyielding persistence and seriousness that endowed the young girl with astonishing Medical Arts and Martial Skills.

As time ticked by, because the medicine bath was not allowed to be ventilated with the open flame, the room was filled with damp steam.

Although the heat didn’t bother An Yiqing and Duan Tang due to their abilities, the overall dampness was still uncomfortably intense.

Especially for Duan Tang, responsible for controlling the fire and being closest to the brazier, the man who ordinarily carried an ethereal and carefree air was now with his white robe’s sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing muscular arms, adding a touch of vitality to his usual elegance.

Duan Yuntian’s body was covered in beads of sweat, and he was now full of Silver Needles.

Most remarkable was that each needle was moving on its own without any breeze.

Duan Tang found this quite surprising.

Although Ah Cheng had told him about the previous incident, witnessing it firsthand still left him amazed.

The water in the bathtub had become muddy due to the mixture of the medicinal herbs and the impurities exuding from Duan Yuntian’s body.

A thin layer of sweat was on An Yiqing’s delicate nose, not from stuffiness but seemingly from her intense focus.