Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Chapter 387 Valley Master Song Requests to Take a Pulse

"Young Master Gu, Madam Gu, Young Master Gu, Young Master Song, please." Murong Qing stood with his hands at his sides, his long blue robe brushing against the edge of the rosewood table. His every move revealed the care and attention he had received from the old master Murong. When he turned to the side, his posture was straight, and he seemed to have more charisma than Dong Nanxi, a true talent with expertise in both culture and art.

Gu Mochen walked in and looked up. In the center of the main room, Murong Qingfeng was being helped to his feet by Dong Nanxi. This elderly man, over sixty years old, wore a dark blue brocade robe, with exquisite cloud patterns carved on the jade belt hook at his waist, highlighting his status and position. Although his face looked somewhat haggard, his eyes were still deep and unfathomable, as if they could see into people's hearts.

"Grandpa Murong, have you finished your conversation?" Gu Mochen clasped his hands in a respectful greeting. The gold-embroidered Qilin pattern on his cuffs was faintly visible, contrasting sharply with the ink-wash bamboo pattern on Ye Qingchen's dress—one strong, one gentle, complementing each other perfectly. Ye Qingchen followed behind, nodding slightly. The jasmine scent from her hair wafted in the breeze, adding a touch of freshness to the solemn occasion.

Murong Qingfeng smiled and waved his hand. Although his voice was a little hoarse, it carried the dignity of an elder: "Please sit down. It is a great honor to have you all here today. It is really inappropriate for us to have a private meeting here. Please come in quickly and do not stand on ceremony." He gestured for Dong Nanxi and Murong Qing to help him down from the main seat. Although his movements were slow, they were elegant and showed the demeanor of a great man.

Gu Mochen then noticed that all the windows in the room had been opened at some point, the carved window frames cutting the outside scenery into beautiful paintings. Pear blossoms, like snow, fluttered down onto the bluestone slabs, and the bamboo forest in the distance rustled in the wind, like a melodious tune. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, intertwining with the incense inside the room, making one feel extremely comfortable.

"The old man is very thoughtful. Opening the window has really helped to dispel the stale air in the room," Gu Mochen said with a smile. His gaze inadvertently swept over the celadon vase on the windowsill, which contained a few newly opened peach blossoms, delicate and beautiful, adding a touch of brightness to the room.

Upon hearing this, Murong Qingfeng's eyes flashed with approval: "Young Master Gu is too kind. I am too old and sickly, and I fear that you may not feel comfortable. I am very pleased that Young Master Gu has graced us with his presence today." As he spoke, he gestured for Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen to take their seats.

Gu Mochen was slightly taken aback, then understood Murong Qingfeng's intention. The main seat represented a noble status, and Murong Qingfeng's action was a sign of respect for him. He glanced at Ye Qingchen without showing any emotion, only to see her lips slightly upturned, her eyes filled with a hint of cunning, as if she was waiting for his reaction.

“Sir, you are an elder; how could a junior like me dare to take the seat?” Gu Mochen said humbly, then gestured for Ye Qingchen to sit down in the chair opposite him. His actions were neither servile nor arrogant, expressing respect for Murong Qingfeng while maintaining his own status, perfectly balancing the two sides.

Seeing this, Murong Qingfeng nodded inwardly, his goodwill towards Gu Mochen increasing even more. He turned to Song Ming and said with a smile, "This must be Valley Master Song, right? I've long admired your name; it's a pleasure to finally meet you today."

Song Ming stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Old Master Murong, you are too kind. I am but a humble physician, nothing to boast about." His gaze lingered on Murong Qingfeng for a moment, as he pondered the man's condition.

"Valley Master Song is too modest," Murong Qingfeng said.

Song Ming glanced at Gu Mochen, and seeing him nod slightly, he said, "Just now, Master wanted to personally take Old Master Murong's pulse. Master's medical skills are superb, and it would be best if you could take the old master's pulse. However, I observed the old master's complexion and behavior just now and discovered some clues. I dare to try to treat the old master's illness, and I hope the old master will grant my request. I am extremely passionate about medicine."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qingfeng became interested: "Oh? Valley Master Song is so confident? Then tell me, what have you figured out?"

Song Ming cleared his throat and said, "The old man's complexion is slightly pale, his lips are purple, and there is blood in his cough, which are signs of insufficient lung qi. When you got up, your movements were slow and your steps were unsteady, which must be due to internal injury, causing poor blood circulation. However, judging from your eyes and the strength of your voice, you are not terminally ill and there is still hope for recovery."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qingfeng's eyes flashed with surprise: "Valley Master Song is indeed insightful, able to discern my condition simply through observation. Indeed, I suffered a serious injury when I was young. Although I was treated by a renowned physician at the time, it left a hidden danger, which I did not expect to flare up years later."

“Old Master, there’s no need to worry,” Song Ming said with a smile. “My master, Master Ye, once prepared a Ginseng Nourishing Pill, the formula of which is quite suitable for your symptoms. However, I noticed that there’s a slight knot in your brow, which must be due to something on your mind that has caused your illness. Therefore, in addition to taking the Ginseng Nourishing Pill, you also need to take a medicine that I have specially prepared for you to clear your mind and relieve your blockages, and combine this with fourteen days of acupuncture to open up your meridians with my internal energy. I’m sure you’ll be cured.”

Upon hearing this, Murong Qingfeng burst into laughter: "Good! Good! Valley Master Song is indeed confident. I'll trust you this once. But this acupuncture..." He frowned slightly, clearly somewhat wary of acupuncture.

Seeing Murong Qingfeng's concerns, Song Ming quickly said, "Grandpa, there's no need to worry. My acupuncture technique is gentle and won't cause you much pain. Moreover, acupuncture and internal energy have remarkable effects on clearing the meridians and regulating qi and blood. Combined with medication, it will definitely be twice as effective."

Murong Qingfeng pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "Very well, let's do as Valley Master Song says. But I'll leave these old bones of mine to you."

"Don't worry, sir, I will do my utmost," Song Ming said, then gestured for Murong Qingfeng to sit down. He walked to Murong Qingfeng's side, gently held his wrist, and began to take his pulse.

Song Ming's long, strong fingers pressed against Murong Qingfeng's pulse, as if playing a silent melody. His expression was focused, a hint of seriousness in his eyes, as if he were carefully feeling the pulse. After a while, he released his hand, nodded slightly, and had a clearer diagnosis in his mind.

“Sir, your pulse is weak and feeble, which is a sign of deficiency of both qi and blood,” Song Ming said. “However, as I said before, as long as you persist with the treatment, you will definitely recover.”

After speaking, Song Ming took out silver needles from his medicine box and carefully wiped them clean. His movements were practiced and elegant, as if he were performing a sacred ritual. Seeing this, Murong Qingfeng's tension gradually dissipated.

"Grandpa, please relax and don't be nervous," Song Ming said softly. He then located the acupoints and gently inserted the silver needles. Murong Qingfeng felt a slight pain, followed by a warm current spreading along the needles. This was because Song Ming had used his internal energy of the same origin to infuse his meridians. Murong Qingfeng immediately felt much more relaxed.

"How are you feeling, old man?" Song Ming asked.

Murong Qingfeng stretched his body and said with delight, "Not bad, I do feel much better. Valley Master Song's medical skills are indeed well-deserved."

"You flatter me, sir," Song Ming said. "This is only the first acupuncture session. The effects will be more noticeable in a few days."