Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 40 - 29 Miraculous Recovery

Chapter 40: Chapter 29: Miraculous Recovery

Chapter 40 -29: Miraculous Recovery

Feng Yin stopped mixing potions by hand and instead began to boil herbs in a large pot, instructing a guard dressed in blue, “Do not make the fire too strong, nor too weak.”

The blue-clad guard looked completely puzzled: ???

How do I operate this?

Just by sticking his hand in to test the temperature and then precisely control it. After a while, put his arm back in to test again…

Got to say, this task was very challenging for this good sir.

Feng Yin returned to the room and quickly distributed the already prepared ointments.

As they were being handled, a thread of the spiritual power from the Spiritual Transformation Technique quietly made its way into the big dollop of ointment. He then manipulated his hands like the wind – swipe, swipe, swipe – and shaped them into hundreds of tiny black pills.

They rolled around.

Each pill contained only about one-twentieth of the spiritual power of the one He Bibiqu had taken. “My painstaking research into the divine potions has yet to succeed. These are merely somewhat effective, but their medicinal powers are far inferior to a real divine potion. They’re half-baked products.”

Combined with his previous speech, the narrative was perfect, delivered seamlessly, without any inconsistencies, just like heavenly clothes.

There were plenty of these things – after all, who knows how many times they had been tested over these two years?

Then, bowls from the store were fetched. A piping hot, bitter medical broth filled a large bowl to the brim and was brought outside.

“For all seriously injured and internal injury patients, each will drink a mouthful of the medicine broth and take one pill. This should keep your life force from draining and your vitality from ceasing.”

Feng Yin instructed in a voice, “Immediately, at once!”

“Okay!”

Some nearby blue-clad guards hurriedly took up the bowls and pills as if they were divine orders and began to distribute the medicine.

The guards who were feeding the medicine did it with great experience. One would hold up a comrade while the other pinched the patient’s nose, deftly opened their mouth with his fingers, and then poured the medicine down.

Before the patient could even react to being scalded or tasting bitterness, a pill had already been pushed into their mouth.

A gentle hook of a finger and snap! The jaw closed. The hand clamped around their mouth, forced them to release breath through their nose and swallow the pill and broth all at once…

At this moment the patient finally got the chance to exclaim, “You… bastard!”

It felt like his throat was on fire.

In emergency situations like this, where a single second could cost lives, there was no time for niceties or to worry about temperatures.

The medicine was given efficiently and it took effect quickly. With what felt like burning coal surging into stomach, a surge of heat covered their entire bodies, causing the sweat to pour out. The sensation of warm currents flowing through their meridians was overwhelming.

In no time at all, all those who took the medicine felt a surge of energy and a comforting warmth in their chest and belly.

Although they weren’t instantly healed, it was certain that their lives were not in danger. At least, they were holding on.

Even those who were unconscious or at death’s door felt a little better. Their moans grew louder, and their consciousness returned.

These effects were rather basic in Feng Yin’s eyes, only enough to keep these men alive but without much healing effect.

But to others, it appeared miraculous!

This wasn’t just about preserving life and maintaining energy. It was a dramatic, immediate effect, as if the dead were being brought back to life!

…

Those who had recovered slightly, began to struggle to get up on their own, giving up their beds for the soldiers with more severe external injuries.

“Help… help me get up first, let me sit by the wall for a while. This bed… is for the other brothers.”

“I’m fine, don’t occupy the bed, I won’t die if I lean against the wall for a while.”

“Stop dawdling, hurry up! Can’t you see whose wounds are severe? I’ve recovered enough to scold you, and you’re still dithering?”

The first batch of seriously injured soldiers who took the pills were helped to move, or struggled to walk on their own. Each of them first silently saluted Feng Yin, then retreated to lean against the wall.

These silent military salutes touched Feng Yin’s heart in an inexplicable way.

It renewed his determination.

Seeing the injured soldiers lean carefully against the wall, trying to minimize the space they occupied, Feng Yin found himself moved once more.

Only they knew that there were far more injured soldiers than those in front of their eyes. More were yet to arrive.

If they could recover a bit now, when the bulk of the injured arrive, they would lend a hand if they could, go outside to rest if they couldn’t, and not stay in this courtyard for too long.

Every spot, including where they were leaning, was a life-or-death matter for a brother!

Those with serious internal injuries were prioritized, and those who had lost limbs and were losing blood too fast were also treated first.

Even without Feng Yin’s instructions, the wounded had begun to sort out their priorities. Some were desperately trying to move back: “I can wait, sir, you should treat him first…”

This modesty warmed the heart of Feng Yin, an outsider.

Even as they argued and scolded each other, the sincerity was undeniable.

“Hurry up, stop dawdling! If you die, who will I get the fifty taels of silver you owe me from? ”

“That’s right, hearing this reminds me, Wang Laosan, why are you still retreating? I’ll tell you, if you die, I’ll definitely default on the silver I owe you!”

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A warm flood filled Feng Yin’s heart.

These guys were truly endearing.

Such behavior was said to have been handed down by the former respected Master Qing Ming.

It is said that when Master Qing Ming and his brother were both severely injured, he valiantly fed the last healing pill to his brother, while barely hanging onto life himself. All so his brother could pay off the twenty taels of silver he owed him…

His justification was: “Just in case I die before he pays up.”

After the incident, lying in the sickbed and munching on an apple that a grateful brother had peeled for him, the Master called for a meeting with all the senior members of the Heavenly Clothes.

“This rascal owed me money and didn’t pay it back. I just risked my life to get it back. Why did I do it? There is of course a reason…and this is to set an example for you all.”

“Life is not easy for the brothers. Making money is even harder. We risk our lives every day. First, for the empire, for faith, and secondly, for their wives, children, and parents.”

“On the battlefield, it is expected that we would go all out to save each other. However, a brother is a brother, and money is money; if money is borrowed, no matter the rank or merit, if anyone defaults on their debt or takes advantage of a brother’s feelings, they will be expelled immediately! Such a person, even if he is injured a thousand times for his brothers, does not deserve to stay in my Heavenly Clothes!”

“Because you and your brother are brothers, but your brother’s family are not your own brothers! You cannot let your brother fight with his wife over your relationship, nor can you let your brother’s righteousness cause his own child to go hungry! This needs to be clearly remembered!”

“In the Heavenly Clothes, amongst brothers, we entrust our lives to each other, but no brother should owe another. This is the rule!”

“As long as I, Qing Ming, am alive, this rule will be effective!”

Thus, a strange phenomenon Feng Yin observed: they risked their lives for each other, but each one of them seemed fixated on money, no different from the petty common folk.

…

Apart from these internal injuries, the treatment of the remaining external injuries didn’t require Feng Yin’s intervention. Most of them were handled by the Qing Clothers themselves.

After all, most of these injuries were broken arms, legs or ribs. Although there are varying degrees of severity in treating these injuries, there are not many considerations in military medical treatment. More emphasis is placed on efficiency. Each martial artist would know a thing or two, it’s an alternative embodiment of learning through suffering.

Aside from those directly chopped off, the other injuries – merely broken bones, were tended with a wooden splint and ointment and would heal over time.

And so, the entire yard was filled with screams similar to the slaughtering of pigs. Those who couldn’t restrain their cries of pain were certainly mocked.

“Why are you screaming, is it really that painful? It’s just a mosquito bite.”

Seeing their comrades were safe, they teased and playfully bantered, all pressure was gone.

If Feng Yin’s magic potion and pills were so effective, why wouldn’t they let the Qing Clothers assist? That would be putting the cart before the horse.

After a busy round of treatments which took about half an hour, all the injured had finally been tended to.

The few Qing Clothers who had been working non-stop sat down, sweating like rain, but their faces showed relief.

“Thank you, Mister Feng!” Whether injured or those who brought the injured Qing Clothers voiced in unison.

Full of gratitude, they looked at Feng Yin.

Everyone knew that if it weren’t for Feng Yin’s magical healing and the extraordinary effect of the potions, at least a dozen of the brothers brought in today would have died.

And many wuold also lose their future martial arts potential.

But now, not only did no one die, the source of their martial prowess was not harmed either. It was nothing short of a miracle.

Yes, a miracle. Wherever you go, it is an undeniable miracle!

“Sir, may I ask if you have more of this secret pill?” The leading Qing Clother asked respectfully in front of Feng Yin.

“There are more pills.”

“Great…” The Qing Clother joyously asks: “Can we take more… this …”

“Although this pill is effective quickly, it mainly stimulates the body’s life potential. Only one can be taken in a day, any more and the burden it places on the body is too great, and it is harmful and unbeneficial.”

“After all, this was just a failed product from my previous attempts at concocting pills. Even though it has some effect, the toxicity in the medicine still exists. So, you can’t eat too much.”

Feng Yin said calmly, “The brothers who are injured now, as long as they are still alive, just need to rest afterwards, fully recovering within a day is a divine ability that I don’t possess!”

“Yes, yes, what Sir said is right, I was thinking too much.” The man in the clothes didn’t feel slighted, but rather the respect on his face deepened.

If a discarded pill can bring people back to life, what can a truly successful divine medicine do if it was concocted successfully…?

“There’s another feature of my medicine. Those with internal injuries can try to get up and move around if they feel better. They can self-regulate and stimulate their body’s potential. It can save lives and benefit oneself; I think there will be more injured coming here soon. Everyone needs to help out.” Feng Yin said.

“Yes, what the Sir said is correct.”

As he turned to leave, the man in the blue clothes was somewhat dazed, as if he were in a dream.

It’s always been the case that internal injuries are harder to heal than external ones; and those with internal injuries are always cared for more.

But when it comes to this Mister Feng, it seems like everything is reversed.

Those with internal injuries are about to vacate their beds…

And those with external injuries don’t need to move.

This goes against reason, against one’s understanding, doesn’t it?

From what Mister Feng is suggesting, it seems like he’s planning to let the current batch of severely injured patients help out once the next batch of patients arrives?!

Oh my, that’s a bit much, isn’t it…