Chapter 121 — Wei Zhao Is a Divine Physician [Begging for Monthly Tickets, Begging for Monthly Tickets — Please Spare No Effort in Casting Your Monthly Tickets, Old Fish Is Infinitely Grateful — Third Update]
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"No, nothing of the sort..." Guan Xuewen shook his head. "Traditional Chinese medicine is truly profound and vast. Today I have well and truly broadened my horizons. A few ordinary herbs, when put together, produce such wondrous effects... Though I still do not understand the pharmacology behind it, the fact that it works for you proves the prescription is no sham."
"Then I can take it without worry?" Yang Huaijun had previously taken the medicine without the slightest scruple, purely out of his trust in Wei Zhao. On the battlefield, a man to whom you could entrust your back—what was there left that you could not trust him with? How could he possibly do you harm?
But now, hearing Guan Xuewen's affirmation of the prescription, Yang Huaijun was astonished beyond measure. Even Guan Xuewen said so—that in itself proved how miraculous the prescription was.
"Of course you can. The one who gave you this prescription must be a master of the traditional Chinese medical world..." Guan Xuewen sighed. "Naturally, I am not fishing for his name. It is only that, if the chance arises, I should like to meet him and consult him on a few questions..."
"That... Grandpa Guan, if I see him again, I will pass your words on to him... but..." Here Yang Huaijun hesitated, somewhat put on the spot.
"I understand. If he will not see me, that is no matter either. Heh heh... I still have that much self-awareness. Divine physicians are all rather busy, after all..." Guan Xuewen said understandingly.
Divine physician? Yang Huaijun was thrown into a whirl. Wei Zhao, a divine physician? All he knew was that on the battlefield Wei Zhao was a god of war; he had never known him to be a divine physician too... True, the wound medicine he had brought from his hometown was remarkably effective, but "divine physician"... that image was a far cry from the man.
"All right... I will pass it on..." Yang Huaijun nodded. He could hardly say more.
"Good, then. Little Yang, you look to be in fine spirits—clearly this prescription has done its work. In that case, so long as your body does not develop a tolerance to it, keeping on like this should pose no problem at all." Guan Xuewen had been observing Yang Huaijun ever since he entered the room. Traditional Chinese medicine set great store by "observation"—the inspection of the patient's spirit, complexion, form, bearing, and tongue, conducted with purpose, so as to infer the disorders of the internal organs. Through a vast accumulation of clinical practice, Chinese physicians had gradually come to recognize that the exterior of the body—especially the face, the tongue proper, and the tongue coating—stood in the closest relation to the internal organs.
If there were changes in the yin and yang, the qi and blood of the internal organs, they were bound to be reflected on the body's surface. As the "Spiritual Pivot — Root of the Organs" chapter says: "Observe the outward signs to know the inward organs, and the disease will be known."
And Bian Que, that peerless divine physician of old, determined the illness of Duke Huan of Cai precisely through such "observation." Bian Que looked upon Lord Huan and turned away without a word—showing that a single glance told him the man was beyond saving, whereupon he simply took his leave.
Though Guan Xuewen had not yet attained Bian Que's level, Yang Huaijun's complexion was plainly much better than before—that much he could see—and it was clearly the result of taking that Chinese herbal prescription.
"Then the painkillers can be stopped?" This was good news indeed. Yang Huaijun had not expected that his miraculous captain would hand him yet another great surprise.