Chapter 6 Is it too late to start doing good deeds now?
In the hall, after the doctor took his pulse, he checked the sword wounds on Fan Laodao's arms, waist and ribs. He inserted a silver needle deep into one of the wounds that was almost healed. After pulling out the silver needle, he took it out from the medical box.
A sky-blue porcelain bottle, pour a little white powder on the silver needle.
Seeing the blood-stained silver needle turn into light blue instantly, the doctor shook his head and sighed.
Fan Juran was in a panic, his face changed color, and he said anxiously: "Brother Yao, I don't want you to be so scary. What kind of strange poison did I get? Just tell me whether I can be saved or not?"
Dr. Yao wiped the instruments clean with a handkerchief and collected them all back into the medical box.
"Fellow Daoist Fan, to be honest, you were poisoned by the rare 'Shadowless Water Poison', which has entered the meridians with blood erosion. Yao's cultivation is limited and cannot help you remove the poison. We have been friends for many years, and we dare not prescribe a prescription to fool you.
You come to the 'Hongyi Hall' tomorrow, and I'll ask Uncle He to help you try it. This strange poison won't kill you, it will only slowly erode and destroy your cultivation."
Fan Juran was stunned for a long time after hearing the bad news, and his face was ashen. He had heard of the name "Shadowless Water Poison".
So damn vicious, who is trying to harm him?
It would be better to kill him than to let him lose his cultivation.
"Senior He is asking for help. I wonder how the cost will be calculated? Brother Yao, you also know that I can't keep any spiritual stones on hand. I have the temperament to spend one thing at a time and am very strapped. You should show me first so that I can find some friends to help me.
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Seeing Dr. Yao carrying the box and leaving, Fan Laodao burst into tears.
There is a prophecy passed down by an old man in the city: if there is anything, there will be strange diseases, if there is nothing, there will be spiritual stones.
No matter how rich his family background is, he can't resist the torture in the medical hall. He has no friendship with Senior He. He is worried that the spiritual stone cure is gone and the poison is still in the body, so how can he be so miserable?
Doctor Yao stopped, and it was hard to tell whether he was indifferent or perfunctory on his serious face, and said: "Fan Daoyou, treat it as soon as possible. The poison will not reach the internal organs, and there is still a chance of getting rid of it. You first prepare a thousand spirit stones. Master He is the foundation builder."
Master, it's not easy to get this old man to take action. Get to Hongyi Hall before noon tomorrow, remember!"
Fan Laodao's mouth is full of bitterness and shame. This must be targeting his family. It's too cruel.
He worked hard for nearly a hundred years, and except for the purchase of this courtyard halfway up the mountain, he only had this little leftover.
When I opened my mouth, a thousand spiritual stones were gone.
A top-class perfect maid only has five spiritual stones. Of course, using secular calculations, the total is five thousand taels of silver, which is a jaw-dropping price.
Who knows that the rules are different up and down the mountain? Otherwise, five thousand taels of silver can buy a yard of maids in the secular world.
After sending Dr. Yao away, Fan Laodao was not in the mood to talk to Chen Mou who was approaching, and went back to his room to think about something.
No matter how depressed I am, what can I do if I don’t give in?
This old life still needs to be saved. Why don't you keep the spiritual stones for others to spend, your own yard for others to live in, and your own maids for others to sleep in?...Ah, his head is not sick or poisoned.
The next morning, Fan Laodao, who had regained his smile, asked Chen Mou to go to Fangshi. The trauma on his body had healed. On the way, he met an acquaintance monk. The old Taoist stopped and had a few words.
Except for borrowing spiritual stones, you can't say anything.
Danyangfang covers an area of more than a hundred miles, and most of it has been opened up with regular spiritual fields, medicinal gardens, and spiritual plant gardens.
The more than ten miles long area in the middle is built into various styles of courtyards, caves, landscape lofts, etc., for monks to rent or buy properties. The ten miles long winding area on the top of the mountain is the real street shop.
This was Chen Mou's third time setting foot on the bluestone-paved street. There were rows of various shops on both sides, with carved beams and painted buildings, which were of antique style. The streets were very lively with people coming and going, but it was not too noisy.
The two of them walked to a three-story wooden building in the middle of the market with a plaque of "Foreign Affairs Workshop". Fan Juran signaled to wait a moment. He walked into the Foreign Affairs Workshop alone and climbed to the second floor. He found Deacon Dong and asked for three days' leave.<
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The patrolling monks have done a good job in catching thieves. Those who are seriously injured can ask for leave. This is the rule in the city.
Of course, the specific length of leave and the seriousness of the injury will be determined by the deacon on duty.
Fan Juran would not come empty-handed. He took out a pot of fine wine from his sleeve and put it on Deacon Dong's desk inadvertently. Deacon Dong signed the approval for his leave on the spot, telling him to live a good life and keep his body in good health. p>
After excusing himself and going downstairs, Fan Juran led Chen Mou to the Hongyi Hall. A man in Tsing Yi came up to him, asked a few questions, and led the two of them to Dr. Yao's consultation room on the second floor.
Doctor Yao told Chen Mou to wait in the room, and without any unnecessary nonsense, he led Mr. Fan to the third floor.
Chen Mou drank a pot of tea brewed by the waiter. He was guessing that Mr. Fan would have to spend a lot of money this time. In the past few days, he wanted to walk around the market more and learn about some things, including Mr. Fan's reputation.
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About a quarter of an hour later, Dr. Yao and the worried-looking Fan Laodao returned.
"Fellow Daoist Fan, unless you can ask Senior Jin Dan to take action and remove it all at once, it is better to play it safe and treat it over several times. The price of Senior Jin Dan's intervention is not something you can bear. How about you go to another hospital?
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Dr. Yao is used to seeing life and death, so he speaks very lightly.
There were wrinkles on Fan Laodao's face and he smiled bitterly: "I definitely believe you, we have been friends for many years, but... Well, can Senior He remove the poison completely by taking several shots? Don't leave any residue, my body is
…I can’t help but struggle.”
Seeing that Fan Laodao was not avoiding Chen Mou, Dr. Yao muttered and said, "Wuying Water Poison is extremely difficult to deal with. Lao Fan, I suggest you treat it three times first."
He didn't dare to guarantee that Master He would be able to completely remove the remaining poison if he took action, but after treatment, it was certain that he could live for a few more years. An ant would care about his life, let alone a monk?
Fan Laodao thought for a moment and nodded: "This is the only way."
Treatment three times, 500 a time, obviously it costs 1,500 spirit stones, but there is no guarantee of cure, so damn stupid.
Going to other medical clinics for treatment would make me even more worried because of his temperament. They are all guys who don't spit out their bones.
Loose cultivators have no status.
His status as a patrol monk means nothing in front of these forces and sects.
After walking out of Hongyi Hall, Fan Laodao was silent and a little distracted. When he met an acquaintance on the street and said hello, he often had to call him several times before he responded.
He fell into doubts about his past life. Did he commit too many murders and be immoral, and his karma caused him to suffer this calamity? But if he works honestly, how can he gain a foothold in the city and earn a house?
After living in the city for so many years, it seems rare to see a sanatorium cultivator die a happy death.
Dead and separated, friends changed one after another.
They are all evildoers.
Chen Mou walked up and down the street with Lao Dao. He could not comfort Lao Dao who was in trouble.
It turns out that the old Taoist has been poisoned, and the situation may not be optimistic.
"Let's go, go to the 'Foreign Affairs Office' to apply for an identity for you. You can rent a smaller yard in Fangshi. From now on, you can rent a few acres of spiritual land to farm, or you can work as a handyman in other shops. It's all up to you. Take your time.
Cultivation is all done slowly."
Fan Laodao said suddenly.
Chen Mou was stunned for a moment. The good thing happened so suddenly. He thanked the old man who let go without any conditions.
There is no such thing as a free lunch. Is there no cure for Mr. Fan?
"I will remember your kindness first and repay it later."
"That's all, don't mention it again."
Fan Laodao sighed and forced a smile. Is it still too late for him to start doing good deeds?