"Brother Qi has given me the authority to investigate everything. Does that include your wife?" Gu Xiaofeng asked.
Qi Yannian was taken aback upon hearing this, then solemnly replied, "Yes, even myself. Anyone who does anything detrimental to Song Hao can be killed. Because Song Hao's safety is paramount. I would gladly exchange the entire Tianyi Group for his safety!"
"Brother Qi, you flatter me! I will give you an explanation for this matter," Gu Xiaofeng said.
"By the way, how come Song Hao is with the Tang family of the Medical Sect?" Qi Yannian asked.
“It’s not just the Tang family, but also Luo Feiying, the daughter of Luo Beiming from the Demon Needle Sect,” Gu Xiaofeng said with a helpless smile.
"Luo Beiming's daughter! Could it be that this old fox Luo Beiming's conspiracy?" Qi Yannian exclaimed in surprise.
"Probably. Luo Feiying has tried to scheme against you several times but failed, yet she still doesn't give up. What I find strange now is that those two girls seem to get along very well with you. You even know about Luo Feiying's past, yet you still associate with her. And that Tang Yu, she's the one who kidnapped you from Penglai back then, I wonder why they've all ended up together?" Gu Xiaofeng shook his head and said.
"It's probably that trouble caused by that old Taoist Xiao. He thought he had successfully deceived everyone, but unexpectedly, Song Hao is still plagued by troubles. The Taoist master that Song Hao unexpectedly recognized has a rather complicated background," Qi Yannian said.
“Xiao Boran is quite mysterious, and the existing information is not enough to prove everything about him. However, one thing is certain: his acceptance of you as his disciple is sincere, and he has no ulterior motives,” Gu Xiaofeng said.
Qi Yannian said, "I'm still investigating Xiao Boran's true background. I need to find out who is around Song Hao, what they want to do, and whether they are beneficial to Song Hao. Once they are found to pose a danger to him, eliminate them immediately, no matter who they are."
"Brother Qi's affection for the young master is truly a fatherly bond. Forgive my bluntness, but back when Brother Qi was in charge of the Heavenly Medicine Sect, his power extended throughout the country. Why did you abandon the young master for fifteen years, only to have these troubles arise today? This matter concerns the investigation into the truth behind that assassin. If it's convenient, please tell me. Because I feel that this matter is related to the young master being fostered by Brother Qi in Song Zihe's place back then." Gu Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment before asking.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yannian closed his eyes and sighed deeply, saying, "Brother Gu, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I truly have something I can't say. Please forgive me. If the investigation later comes to this matter, I will explain the truth to you then."
Upon hearing this, Gu Xiaofeng showed a look of disappointment, nodded, and said, "Fine!"
Another night passed, and the thick layer of skin that had formed on Song Hao's fingers and palms from the medicinal soaking gradually peeled away, revealing tender, rosy muscle beneath. With new skin growing, the pain was greatly reduced, bringing a unique sense of ease, as if he had been reborn. He dared not touch anything yet, but when he gently raised his hands and closed his eyes to observe, he could feel a slight fluctuation in the airflow within the room between his fingers. Like a still pond, a gentle breeze rippling across its surface. He felt it with his hands, understood it with his heart, and his mind and spirit resonated with it—it was truly exquisite.
"This potent medicine is indeed remarkably effective! In the future, when I touch the pulse, I will not only be able to perceive the subtle changes in the flow of qi and blood, but also understand the lungs that govern all the meridians and collaterals under my fingers. So this is the wonder of pulse diagnosis—knowing the whole body simply by touching the cun position," Song Hao thought excitedly.
In a moment of mental focus, the bronze acupuncture figure of Song Tiansheng reappeared before my eyes, now a crystal-clear human body, revealing the shape of the five internal organs and the circulation of qi and blood in the meridians...
"So that's how it is!" Song Hao suddenly realized, "There are still many wonders about that bronze figure that haven't been sensed yet. It seems that only when one's own cultivation level is raised to a certain level can one have a corresponding response to that acupuncture bronze figure."
"Furthermore, this sensitivity between the fingertips is not only used for pulse diagnosis, but also for flexible acupuncture. When the needle is inserted between the fingers, especially for changes in the flow of qi and blood in the meridians, there is indeed a thorough feeling throughout the body. This invisibly elevates the acupuncture technique to another level. It is truly a win-win situation!"
Song Hao's mind was suddenly stirred, as if he were intoxicated. His ten fingers moved, disturbing the airflow, like stirring water. He examined the pulse of "qi" and found an abnormality. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was just a mosquito flying by the window.
Suddenly it dawned on me that the ancients had a method called "pulse diagnosis by suspending a thread," which used a silk thread to guide the pulse fluctuations and diagnose various symptoms of patients. This was still a tangible diagnosis, but my method of "pulse diagnosis from thin air" by observing the fluctuations in the air was even better! Weren't there famous doctors in ancient times who could know the pulse without even examining it?
At this moment, Song Hao was unaware that his current state of mind was not entirely due to the potion, but rather a result of the sensitivity of his fingers combined with his previous insights, which gave him this wondrous state of mind, and it already had a foundation in it.
Looking at his hands, which had become fair, smooth, soft, and incredibly sensitive, capable of diagnosing all ailments in the world, Song Hao laughed heartily: "Not hands! But divine instruments!"
Early in the morning, Tang Yu and Luo Feiying came over and found Song Hao sitting on the bed, grinning to himself. Luo Feiying asked in surprise, "Could it be that the poison from that potion has damaged his brain and made him mentally unstable?"
Song Hao laughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense. If we hadn't gone through this ordeal, we wouldn't know there are so many wonderful things involved! You two should try soaking your hands too."
"No, we won't try!" the two women said in unison.
"It's just soaking my hands, not my face. It won't ruin my appearance, so what's there to be afraid of!" Song Hao shook his head and said.
"Your hands..." Tang Yu stepped forward to examine them and exclaimed in surprise, "They've indeed become so delicate, just like a girl's hands! You've truly undergone a complete transformation!"
"How much suffering they've endured!" Luo Feiying sighed from the side.
“It’s worth it!” Song Hao nodded.
Two more days passed, and the new skin on Song Hao's hands had grown back, but he still dared not touch anything. Tang Yu had no choice but to buy him a pair of gloves to make it easier for him to move around. Whether it was because the new skin had grown on his fingers or for some other reason, the magical feeling of "taking a pulse out of thin air" that Song Hao had accidentally experienced gradually faded and disappeared.
It was Sunday, and it was time for Lin Fengyi to open his clinic at the hospital. Early in the morning, Song Hao, Tang Yu, and Luo Feiying arrived at the hospital, where patients were already waiting outside the consultation room.
When it was time for work, Lin Fengyi came over, nodded to the three of them, opened the door, and let them in. He then turned around and went to another department to borrow three white robes, which he then had the three of them change into. Afterwards, Song Hao, Tang Yu, and Luo Feiying sat around the table, just like interns.
Lin Fengyi first diagnosed a patient with ascites, a condition caused by spleen deficiency and liver overacting on the spleen. As soon as he made the diagnosis, Tang Yu prescribed a diuretic formula, "Five-Peel Decoction," with a few modifications based on the patient's condition. Lin Fengyi examined it and was impressed by the proper combination of the principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guiding herbs, demonstrating a keen understanding of medicinal principles. He was secretly amazed, realizing that these three young people were indeed from families with a strong medical background, possessed considerable medical knowledge, and already had clinical experience. They were not like medical students doing internships, who were clueless when asked questions, unable to choose the prescriptions they had memorized in class when needed.
Lin Fengyi confidently handed Tang Yu his attending physician's seal, allowing her to prescribe medicine in his name. Otherwise, the three of them would not have prescription rights.
"Dr. Lin prescribed medicine today! We don't need to look for anyone else!" The patients waiting for their turn were overjoyed.
Another patient with back pain was treated, and Luo Feiying volunteered to use acupuncture, immediately relieving the pain. The other patients were amazed and convinced that the "disciples" Lin Fengyi had brought were truly skilled. Lin Fengyi, seeing this, couldn't help but smile broadly. Song Hao, with his hands disabled, couldn't help much and could only sit there as an observer.
Traditional Chinese Medicine Under Heaven, Volume 2: The Heavenly Physician's Hall, Chapter 5: The Way of the Pulse
Lin Fengyi's diagnoses were remarkably accurate, revealing the patients' various ailments, and even possessing the miraculous ability to uncover hidden illnesses. This left Tang Yu and Luo Feiying speechless, realizing that such extraordinary abilities truly existed. While Luo Feiying was astonished, she already harbored other plans.
Lin Fengyi diagnosed the patient, Tang Yu prescribed medicine, and Luo Feiying used acupuncture to treat the patient's condition, creating a busy scene in the clinic. Song Hao, on the other hand, sat to the side, watching happily.
Around noon, someone outside the door said, "Excuse me, the dean is here."
Two hospital staff members, working in shifts to assist patients throughout the day, let in a leader with a ruddy complexion.
As soon as the man came in, he said with a smile, "Old Lin! I heard from the Chinese medicine pharmacy that you had a prescription delivered today, and quite a lot of it! The pharmacy's stock is already insufficient, so I've already asked someone to urgently refill it. Good! This should have been done a long time ago."
"Dean Wang!" Lin Fengyi nodded to the man, but continued seeing his patients and ignored him.
"Hehe! You've taken on three handsome disciples! You should have taken on a successor long ago, otherwise your unique skills would have been lost. Good! Good! It's good that you've come to your senses!" Dean Wang looked at Song Hao, Tang Yu, and Luo Feiying sitting next to him and said with a grin.
"Those three are my interns," Lin Fengyi replied casually.
"Your decision is yours; the hospital won't interfere. Besides, this place is too cramped. I've already had someone vacate the largest consultation room downstairs for you. You can move there from now on. Hehe! If you have any other difficulties, just tell me, and the hospital will fully cooperate. The hospital's TCM department is counting on you. Alright! I won't disturb your consultation any longer. You can go now!" After saying this, Director Wang turned and left.
"It should have been done a long time ago! Dr. Lin is such a good doctor, he's worth all the medical equipment in the hospital. Why don't we value such talent? What were we doing all this time?" one of the patients muttered.
"No matter how capable you are, if you don't bring economic benefits to the hospital, the leaders naturally won't value you," a wise person replied.
"With Dr. Lin's daily outpatient volume, he could empty the pharmacy's stock of medicine. No wonder the hospital director came to inquire and even wanted to change his consultation room. He's really damn opportunistic!" another person whispered.
Lin Fengyi ignored him, only shaking his head and smiling.