https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-7-Full-Stomach-Then-Think-of-the-Future/13688140/
Chapter 8: Chen Laodaifu, A Stunning Discovery
In Lu Qing’s mind, a vision of an elderly man with a kind, gentle face formed—thin and wiry, yet radiating calm serenity.
Chen Laodaifu.
This old physician was the only doctor in the surrounding villages. His medical skills were exceptional—though not quite miraculous, as to "bring the dead back to life"—he could cure common ailments with ease: headaches, fevers, sprains, bruises, and Wind-Cold Illnesses. Almost every illness he treated responded well to his remedies, and few cases went untended.
Because of this, he was deeply respected by the villagers. Even wealthy families from the town often summoned him to treat their illnesses. In the village, Chen Laodaifu’s status was unquestionably unique. Few dared to show him disrespect.
The original owner of this body had been a naive boy, limited by his youth and narrow worldview. But Lu Qing, with his sharper mind, had noticed something peculiar.
For instance, in memory, Chen Laodaifu should be quite old—yet his body was remarkably strong. He frequently ventured into the deep mountains alone to gather herbs.
But this world’s mountains were no mere tourist attractions like those in Lu Qing’s previous life. These were true, untamed wildernesses—towering peaks, dense primeval forests, crawling with venomous insects, snakes, and fierce beasts like wolves and tigers. Even seasoned hunters hesitated to go too deep.
And yet, here was an elderly man, unafraid, walking these treacherous paths safely. That was extraordinary.
Lu Qing was deeply intrigued. If he could learn even a fraction of Chen Laodaifu’s medical knowledge, it would be invaluable.
His ability allowed him to see the fundamental information of all things. Identifying herbs? Perfect. His power was tailor-made for medicine.
If he could master even a little of the old doctor’s art, then both he and Xiao Yan would have a real chance at a stable, secure life.
But how could he possibly learn from Chen Laodaifu?
As he pondered, his eyelids grew heavy. His body was still weak—exhaustion had taken its toll, and his willpower couldn’t fight it.
Before he could devise a plan, sleep finally claimed him.
Yet, he hadn’t even had time to think of a way to approach Chen Laodaifu—when the old doctor arrived at his doorstep.
Lu Qing lay on his reclining chair, half-asleep. In his daze, he thought he heard voices. Then, a firm hand gripped his wrist.
He snapped awake instantly.
“Lu Qing, you’re awake! Chen Laodaifu is treating you!”
A loud, familiar voice rang out. It sounded like Zhang Da Ye from next door. Relief washed over Lu Qing—then, clarity returned.
Chen Laodaifu?
He turned his head. Two elderly men stood beside him—one standing, one seated. The one sitting, slender and serene, with a gentle face—there was no mistaking him.
“Don’t move,” Chen Laodaifu said calmly. “Let me take your pulse first.”
Lu Qing froze. He realized then that the hand that had gripped his wrist was indeed Chen Laodaifu’s, now resting on his pulse point.
That explained the sensation he’d felt in his dreamlike state.
Now, with the old doctor’s eyes closed, Lu Qing dared not stir. He lay still, waiting.
As the moment stretched, Lu Qing found himself quietly observing the mysterious Chen Laodaifu.
At first glance, the man seemed even more gentle than he’d remembered—his thin frame gave him an almost ethereal presence, like a hermit from ancient tales. He radiated peace.
But now, his expression was grave, his brows furrowed—something troubled him.
Lu Qing watched closely. And then, suddenly, he saw it.
A faint, crimson glow shimmered around Chen Laodaifu’s body.
> Chen Songqing: Masterful in medicine, kind-hearted, deeply respected—truly a fine old physician.
> Cultivation Level: Achieved Qi Cultivation, Post-Natal Internal Organs Stage.
What… was this?!
Lu Qing’s eyes shot wide open—not just because of the glowing red aura, but because of the second line.
“Achieved Qi Cultivation, Post-Natal Internal Organs Stage?”
What did that even mean?
In the time since regaining consciousness, Lu Qing had begun to understand the patterns of his ability. Ordinary objects showed gray light. Special items—like medicinal herbs—glowed white.
All humans, without exception, had shown white light. The brighter the glow, the stronger the vitality—adults were strongest, children next, and the elderly the weakest.
He’d assumed it reflected energy levels, or life force.
But Chen Laodaifu?
A red glow.
And that phrase—Cultivation Level?
Was this world not just a simple, ancient Chinese-style society after all?
Was it something far stranger—something where people could cultivate?
Lu Qing’s heart raced. His mind reeled.
Before he could study further, Chen Laodaifu suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw Lu Qing’s startled, wide-eyed expression, and his brows furrowed—then softened instantly.
“Don’t be afraid,” Chen Laodaifu said gently. “I was only checking your pulse.”
He misread the fear—thinking his serious expression had frightened the boy.
Lu Qing quickly composed himself, voice trembling slightly.
“Chen Ye Ye… is my illness gone? Am I… cured?”
Zhang Da Ye, standing beside them, watched with hopeful eyes.
Chen Laodaifu paused, then said, “Yes. Your illness has indeed passed. You’re still weak, but with proper care, you’ll be fine.”
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Zhang Da Ye burst out, grinning. “Lu Qing, thank Chen Laodaifu at once! If not for him, you might’ve never woken up!”
“Thank you, Chen Ye Ye,” Lu Qing said, struggling to rise from the chair. He bowed deeply, nearly kneeling.
He owed the old doctor his life. Without that medicine, he might not have survived the memory fusion process.
That alone was reason enough to bow.
But Chen Laodaifu gently held him back.
“No need for that,” he said. “You woke up because of your own fortune. I merely did what little I could.”
He wasn’t being humble.
Truthfully, he was still stunned.
When Lu Qing first fell ill, Chen Laodaifu had visited. At that time, the boy’s Wind-Cold Illness had penetrated deep into his bones. His breath was faint, his pulse nearly gone. He was on the verge of death—so far gone, even the greatest physicians might have failed.
Out of compassion, Chen Laodaifu had prepared a powerful decoction, adding several rare and precious herbs—some even reserved for high-ranking clients in the city.
He’d had to rush into the mountains the next day to gather more, to replace what he’d used.
He’d assumed Lu Qing wouldn’t survive.
But when he returned, he heard the villagers talking—Lu Qing was already awake. Walking. Even fishing by the river.
Shocked, he’d rushed over immediately.
He’d met Zhang Da Ye outside the house, just returning from the fields, and the two had entered together.
He’d thought the villagers were exaggerating.
But now, after taking Lu Qing’s pulse, he knew—no exaggeration.
The boy’s illness was truly gone.
Only a lingering weakness remained.
Chen Laodaifu was utterly astonished.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
