Strong Winds Return Home

Although the escort did not know the identities of this group of people, when away from home, the less trouble the better.
He didn’t get angry, but just explained: “Gongzi, I fear there has been a misunderstanding.
This is the best healing medicine.”

“It’s a healing medicine, but with the addition of red cinnabar flower.
The red cinnabar flower will dissipate the energy and corrode the heart veins.
If it is used for ten days in a row, no one can save him.” Liu Xian’an said, “And he is seriously injured besides, so it should be shorter than ten days.”

“This…..gongzi is a doctor?” Seeing that he spoke in a manner that made sense, the leader of the escorts didn’t dare to underestimate him, and personally brought the medicine bottle over.
“We brought this medicine from home, so there should be nothing strange about it.
Please take a closer look, gongzi.”

“There’s no use looking at it.” A-Ning blocked the man from getting too close.
“Even I can smell it, which means that not only has red cinnabar flower been added, but there is a lot of it.
You had best clean up the medicine powder and blood on his wound as soon as possible, then wrap it with a bandage and send him to Baihe Mountain Village for medical treatment immediately.”

“We were originally going to Baihe Mountain Village.” At this time, another guard stood up behind him.
“In this case, we shouldn’t delay here.
Let’s hurry up and leave.”

The leader couldn’t tell how credible Liu Xian’an’s words were, but he didn’t dare to treat a human life casually, and didn’t have time to judge where the wound medicine could have gone wrong.
Fortunately, they were very close to Baihe Mountain Village, so after hastily thanking them, he ordered everyone to pack their bags and set off immediately.

The escorts lifted the stretcher again, and left the forest at a jog amidst a series of urging commands from the leader.

Gao Lin picked up his sword, called three guards with buckets, and went to the stream to fetch water.

Liang Shu didn’t speak until the surroundings became quiet again: “Since you have medical knowledge, why didn’t you cure him?”

“His Highness misunderstands.
I am not a doctor, and have never treated anyone.” Liu Xian’an explained, “It is only that I can distinguish the smells of various medicinal materials.”

For the young masters and ladies of Baihe Mountain Village, this was a basic skill that everyone started to learn from the age of four or five.
The only difference was that some people learned quickly and some slowly.
But Second Young Master Liu learned too fast, so everyone thought he was cheating and playing tricks.
Even if he got everything right on the exams, he would be denounced as a cheater by the adults.

Liu Xian’an didn’t explain himself.
He was young at the time, and didn’t quite understand how the teacher had made that judgment.
He just stared at that flying mustache and silently took two steps back, so as not to be sprayed with spittle.
After being scolded for a while, he couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh with emotion.
Sure enough, those with little knowledge were short-sighted, ah.
What else could be said to this kind of person?

He looked up at the heavens and sighed.

Later, such things happened many times.
At the beginning, Liu Xian’an tried to stand in the other person’s shoes and use their eyes to examine his behavior, in order to see if it was truly absurd and lazy.
But when he thought about it, if people in the world used their own ideas as the standards for right and wrong, wouldn’t everyone have their own standard? Since everyone could have a standard, why should he follow their standards instead of his own?

Having thought of this point, Second Young Master Liu lay down on the soft couch again and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

In the following years, he let go completely, and drifted through life alone like an immortal.
With one foot, he was imprisoned in a mortal body, and could only step through the mortal world with the fetters of family, relatives, and friends, witnessing life and death, sickness and pain.
With the other foot, relying on indestructible thought and spirit, he stepped high atop the blue sky and indulged in traveling the world, often reluctant to return.

There was a white crane in this world that could carry the sun and moon anytime, anywhere.

But Liang Shu was his complete opposite.

The court was in turmoil, there was fighting on the battlefield, and the detritus of past events was enough to pile into a big fire, burning away all the innocent thoughts of childhood.
In his memory, there was no crane, dew, and breezy pine forest, only schemes and slaughter, and a jar of strong wine in the long night.

Liang Shu still remembered that when he was a child, he met the Master of Baihe Mountain Village, who brought many disciples to the northwest to assist the army.
War was like a drawn bowstring.
He followed behind his master, leading batches of elite soldiers to battle day and night, and then used stretchers to carry back batches of wounded soldiers.
The flames of war were ignited, extinguished, and re-ignited.
Flesh and blood were torn, healed, and torn again.
The dark red sunset hung above the desert, and every breath was like fire burning his throat.
At certain moments of exhaustion, he even suspected that he had fallen into a tragic cycle that would never end.

A-Ning stirred up the fire a little more and poured out a few small, wrapped pills from a gourd: “Young Master, go to bed early after taking the sleep medicine.”

Liu Xian’an said: “I can’t sleep early tonight.”

When Liang Shu heard this, his eyebrows moved slightly.
A-Ning didn’t understand, asking in a low voice: “Why? Could it be that the prince wants to talk with the young master? It shouldn’t be, I think the prince has been lost in thought, and he hasn’t taken the initiative to talk to us.”

Liu Xian’an said: “Another person is walking toward us, crying.”

A-Ning pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
After a long while, the wind finally brought a ghostly cry.

Liu Xian’an’s hearing ability was almost comparable to that of Liang Shu, who had profound inner strength.
Purely because he had no friends when he was young, during his long periods of lonely contemplation, he learned to catch every sound on the wind to keep him company.

Liang Shu asked: “Then do you know who is coming?”

Liu Xian’an shook his head: “I don’t know, but the injury should be extremely serious, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to make such a sound.”

Hoarse and exhausted, as if his throat had been torn to shreds, or perhaps all the bones in his body had been broken – but in fact, it wasn’t that bad.

Gao Lin walked out of the dense forest holding a rope in his hand, tied to which were a bunch of escorts with bruised noses and swollen faces.
They were the same group from just now.
The leader of the escorts, however, hurriedly carried the stretcher along with three soldiers.
His arm was also injured and bleeding.

Liu Xian’an was a little surprised.
The first surprise was that they actually had a problem, and the second surprise was, how did Gao Lin find out?

Gao Lin stepped forward and said to Liang Shu: “Your Highness’s guess was right.
They didn’t go far before they tried to draw a knife and kill someone.”

Who did they want to kill? The leader of the escorts and the person lying on the stretcher.
If Gao Lin hadn’t acted in time, there would have been two more corpses on the mountain.

“Many thanks to this righteous man.” The leader of the escorts was still in shock.
He knelt down and kowtowed, regardless of his own injuries.
“Please help me one more time and help send my young master to Baihe Mountain Village.
If you can save his life, I, Chang Xiaohan, will definitely repay you in the future with my life!”

Seeing this man kneeling on a pile of rocks and knocking his forehead full of bloodstains, Liang Shu turned around and glanced at Liu Xian’an, who was sitting under the tree: “Can he be saved?”

Gao Lin was extremely confused.
How could Second Young Master Liu know if this was possible?

Liu Xian’an stood and walked to the stretcher.
Only then did he see the wounded man’s face clearly.
He looked immature, at most fifteen or sixteen years old.
His lips were blue and his pulse was disordered, which was worse than it had been before.
So he looked up and asked: “He fell again just now?”

Gao Lin was shocked and a little impressed.
He could really tell?

Chang Xiaohan nodded quickly: “Yes.”

“There’s no need to send him to Baihe Mountain Village.
The poison reached his heart when he fell, it will be too late.” Liu Xian’an stretched out his hand.
“A-Ning, lend me your medicine box.”

A-Ning jogged all the way to the carriage to get it.

Liu Xian’an sent Chang Xiaohan to boil water, rolled up his sleeves, straightened the injured person’s body, and raised his head slightly.
Gao Lin saw that his technique was unfamiliar and his strength was not great.
He was not at all like those famous doctors in Baihe Mountain Village who could reconnect arms and saw through legs with their bare hands, so he squeezed the words out between his teeth: “Your Highness, is this all right, ah? Don’t put people to death.”

Liang Shu said: “You don’t need to speak like a thief, Second Young Master Liu can hear it.”

Gao Lin: “…….ah?”

“If he isn’t cured, he will definitely die.” Liu Xian’an didn’t look up when he spoke, still observing the wounded.
“I’ll give it a try.
I guess it should be almost similar to what is written in the books.”

Try, guess, should, almost.
None of the four elements were lacking, Gao Lin thought.
This young master from whichever sect might be finished today.
His subordinates were spies, he was injured and fed poison, he rolled off a stretcher during a fight, and now he had met a half-baked doctor.
Such bad luck, truly unlucky.

He should plan out his next life, ba.

“Young Master.” A-Ning opened the medicine box.
Liu Xian’an sterilized the silver needle, located the acupuncture point, and slowly pushed it in.
He only hesitated a little when administering the first needle, and then he became more and more agile, his technique so smooth that the head in front of him was pierced like a hedgehog in a short while.

An-Ning took a handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.

After the water was boiled, Chang Xiaohan stood to the side at all times.
Although he stared intently, he didn’t realize that this was Liu Xian’an’s first time giving acupuncture.
He also thought that he looked very confident, and that his young master’s life should be saved.
So the heart hanging in his throat slowly returned to its original position, and he asked A-Ning: “I don’t know what to call this doctor?”

“My family’s young master is surnamed Liu.”

“Liu, surname Liu?” Chang Xiaohan was taken aback.
“Could this be someone from Baihe Mountain Village?”

“Yes.
Your voice should be quieter,” A-Ning reminded.
“Don’t disturb the young master.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t talk.” Chang Xiaohan nearly cried with joy, murmured heaven’s blessings, and sat down on the ground, no longer nervous at all.

Gao Lin stood to the side with the knife in his hand, thinking to himself, it’s still hard to judge whether heaven has blessed him or not.
Didn’t you see that your young master has already vented his breath but not breathed in? If that person is really gone, it has nothing to do with us.

Just as he was thinking this, the unconscious man on the stretcher suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of black blood.
A-Ning at once said happily: “Young Master, he’s about to wake up.”

Gao Lin: “ ? ”

Liu Xian’an pulled out the last silver needle and slowly exhaled: “It’s really not difficult.”

“Yes, Liu-gongzi has excellent medical skills, so it must not be difficult.” Chang Xiaohan bowed deeply to him again, unaware that “not difficult” here actually meant “acupuncture according to the books is really not difficult.”

It was also not difficult to prescribe a prescription according to the books.

The Liu family’s medical books were all compiled by their own people.
All kinds of symptoms, pharmacology, and elemental balance methods were written in great detail, which was also very convenient for Liu Xian’an.
He quickly gave two prescriptions for the symptoms, one for external application and one for oral administration.

Taking advantage of this spare time, A-Ning also took out the bandages, wanting to treat Chang Xiaohan’s arm injury.
He first wiped away the blood with a clean cloth, but before he had time to apply the medicine, he seemed to have discovered something strange again, so he sniffed carefully and frowned, saying: “You yourself were poisoned, didn’t you notice? After the red goose vine is dried and lit, if you inhale too much of the aroma, it will result in a weak body and inability to concentrate and raise qi.
If it is used all year round, it is no different from taking poison.”

“Me?” At his warning, Chang Xiaohan felt in a daze that he had experienced these symptoms lately. 

The escorts of the Wanli Escort Agency had to inspect their things for poison before going out, but they didn’t check the wound medicine and room incense when they went to bed.
If a rat wanted to attack, there were indeed opportunities.

Thinking of all the time they spent together along the way, another layer of cold sweat broke out on his back in the aftermath.

“But you are in good health, so it’s not a big deal.
Just wait a few months and you’ll be fine.” A-Ning wrapped the bandage and continued, “Most of your young master’s poison has been purged, and the rest can be flushed slowly with medicine.
After arriving at Baihe City, you can go to the east of the city to find Doctor Zhang from Kangtai Medical Center.
He can give you lodging, and also help suture the wounds and decoct medicine.
As for Baihe Mountain Village, it always receives patients from all over the country rushing to save their lives, so there is no need to fight for a seat.”

“All right, the genius doctor says it’s fine, so we won’t compete with others.” Chang Xiaohan nodded repeatedly.

Gao Lin couldn’t figure it out.
What just happened? This Second Young Master saved a life so quickly and easily? Even the little servant at his side could open his mouth and say a lot, yet he was said to be the most incompetent, useless son of the Liu family in any generation.
The requirements of Baihe Mountain Village were too high.

The breathing of the person on the stretcher gradually became smoother.
Chang Xiaohan came to thank Liang Shu and Gao Lin again, and at the same time asked if he could buy a small carriage from them, or just a horse.

This sort of extravagant escalation of requests really should not be, but out in the wilderness, he honestly could not find another way, so he could only open his mouth brazenly.

Chang Xiaohan continued: “This one is an instructor of the Wanli Escort Bureau, and the injured is my family’s young master, Chang Xiaoqiu.
We were originally escorting a batch of goods to Qingjiang under the orders of the head instructor and didn’t expect to be ambushed in the Fuhu mountain area.
I wondered at first how we could meet a group of bandits, but now it seems that this trap involving internal and external collusion may have been planned long ago.”

Liang Shu glanced to the left.

Most of the escorts brought back by Gao Lin had passed out from the pain, and the few who had not were writhing there half dead.
Chang Xiaohan didn’t know how to deal with these people for the time being.
Logically speaking, he should march them to the escort bureau for interrogation in order to discover the ins and outs of the situation, but he was really out of resources at such a difficult time.
Then he heard Gao Lin say: “I will give you a carriage, and leave some people with you.
We are also going to Fuhu Mountain.
If they really have dealings with bandits, we can still interrogate them then.”

Chang Xiaohan naturally had no reason to refuse.
He had already sensed that the other party was unwilling to reveal his identity, so he didn’t ask any further questions, but judging by his clothing and demeanor, he could guess that he must be from a distinguished family.
In addition, he had saved his life and could also walk at the side of a young master from Baihe Mountain Village, so he should be trustworthy.
He said: “In Mulan City near Fuhu Mountain, there is also a branch of the Wanli Escort Bureau.
If it is convenient for these righteous men, can they be sent there to be imprisoned after interrogation?”

Gao Lin made no comment, but ordered the guards to pack up a small carriage and had Chang Xiaohan drive it to take Chang Xiaoqiu to Baihe City first.

Liu Xian’an did not care about the traitors at all, and paid no attention to the conversation next to him.
He tidied up the medicine box and washed his hands thoroughly.
Feeling a little hungry and faint, he took some snacks from his bag and ate them slowly while standing beneath a tree.
The group of filthy, bloodied people nearby did not seem to affect his appetite in any way.

Lieutenant General Gao turned his head to the side, crossed his arms, and whispered to his family’s prince: “He is a man of great talent.”

Liang Shu’s expression did not change, but his fingers moved just slightly.

Whoosh! A ray of rapid silver light sank into the underbelly of a escort.
His eyes opened wide, and black blood spurted from his throat.

It made a mess on the hem of Liu Xian’an’s robes.

“Young Master!” A-Ning hurriedly pulled him back.

Gao Lin was dumbfounded.
He slowly held his forehead, unwilling to watch any further.

Although his prince had always been shameless, could this sort of shameful thing be done less in the future?

Liu Xian’an didn’t have much of a reaction.
He wrapped up half of the snacks and asked A-Ning to hold them for now while he went back to the carriage and changed clothes, then repeated the steps of washing and drying his hands and took the snacks back, continuing to eat.

He never even said a word.

Gao Lin was once again taken aback by his reaction.

Liang Shu stared at his leisurely snacking for a long time and finally discovered one point.

This man didn’t seem to get angry.