C21 The Method

Upon witnessing the Medical Sword Immortal's reaction, Yaen Feilong's heart swelled with joy. It was clear that the Medical Sword Immortal knew exactly how to cure the illness.

"Cure this illness for me, and I won't charge you for the snacks today."

Yaen Feilong was resolute in his decision to strike a bargain with the Medical Sword Immortal. After all, the Medical Sword Immortal was well aware of the situation, so why not simply gift him the snacks?

"Really? You're giving me these snacks for free? You have to stick to your word."

The Medical Sword Immortal's eyes widened in astonishment, hardly able to believe the generosity of Yaen Feilong's offer.

He had been fretting over how to pay Yaen Feilong, feeling the weight of his empty pockets, which left him with nothing to offer in return. It was a source of great concern for him.

Yaen Feilong's proposal had brightened the Medical Sword Immortal's spirits immensely. He was thrilled at the prospect of obtaining the snacks through such an arrangement.

"Well then, let's have the antidote quickly. If you don't provide the antidote, I can't waive the charge, can I?"

Yaen Feilong was actually more delighted than the Medical Sword Immortal, but he maintained a composed exterior, exuding a sense of stability.

He marveled at how a mere pile of snacks could be traded for a valuable prescription. It was an incredible bargain. Even if he had offered all the snacks from his entire shop, Yaen Feilong wouldn't have regretted it.

The two conversed back and forth, completely oblivious to the presence of another person nearby.

"This disease is quite challenging to treat; it can't be cured in one go. Here's what we'll do: I'll write you a traditional Chinese medicine prescription. Follow it and take the herbs for a week, and you should fully recover."

The Medical Sword Immortal had somehow procured a white sheet of paper and a calligraphy brush.

The brush appeared to be quite old.

"Not a bad brush."

After observing the brush for a moment, Yaen Feilong made this remark. The Medical Sword Immortal, realizing that Yaen Feilong admired the brush, quickly penned a few bold characters before presenting the brush to Yaen Feilong with a flourish.

"These are just minor details. I'll give this to you now as a down payment, but remember, it's going towards our next transaction."

The Medical Sword Immortal was quite the schemer. He traded the prescription he had for this amount, with the next deal in mind.

As it turned out, he had an extra brush on hand.

The thing was, Yaen Feilong was quite fond of this particular brush.

Yaen Feilong examined the brush over and over, only to feel a twinge of regret. It was just an ordinary brush, worth maybe a few dozen yuan in any stationery store. Why did he even want it? After all, Yaen Feilong couldn't even write with a brush.

With a look of disdain, Yaen Feilong tossed the brush back to the Medical Sword Immortal. "You keep this trinket. As for the next round of snacks? Well, I haven't decided if I'll run up another tab."

"I certainly don't need this problem of yours. You think a few dozen yuan's worth of stuff can be traded for a whole lot? Take it back, and let's see that prescription already."

Yaen Feilong snatched the prescription the Medical Sword Immortal had prepared and scrutinized it. The ingredients listed were all too familiar and utterly common.

He had encountered these Chinese herbs before – ginseng, angelica, snow lotus – all basic ingredients. To think that these alone could cure an illness was laughable.

The Medical Sword Immortal was definitely trying to pull one over on him. Unable to come up with a better solution, he resorted to offering these common herbs as a ruse. Yaen Feilong shook his head in disbelief at the list.

"You sly old man, how dare you try to bamboozle me with this? There's nothing genuine here. What's your angle?"

Yaen Feilong was livid, especially at the thought of being deceived with such a ploy.

Ah Diao remained infatuated with his brush. The Medical Sword Immortal had been determined to gift it to Yaen Feilong, but his plan had backfired. Yaen Feilong had rejected the brush, which was actually quite valuable – a treasure not easily obtained by the average person.

Holding this brush, whether one was skilled in writing or not, one could produce exquisite calligraphy.

The Medical Sword Immortal had to reluctantly part with the item, handing it over to Yaen Feilong with clenched teeth.

"This brush could be considered a divine instrument. With it in your hand, you could become a renowned calligrapher in an instant."

The Medical Sword Immortal was exceedingly courteous, once again offering the brush to Yaen Feilong, eager to ensure that this gesture wouldn't jeopardize their future dealings.

Ah, I see. Yaen Feilong nodded in sudden understanding upon hearing the explanation.

That explains it.

The old man certainly had a treasure trove of items. Yaen Feilong took another look at the brush, appreciating its quality.

The brush did seem quite remarkable. Well then, I suppose I'll accept it with some reservation. When Yaen Feilong pocketed the brush, he noticed something astonishing—it shrank on its own.

A surge of delight filled Yaen Feilong, though he managed to keep his composure.

But what about this prescription? Should it be revised and clarified for Yaen Feilong?

"Alright, Medical Sword Immortal, I'll take the brush off your hands, albeit with some hesitation. But are you certain that these common medicinal ingredients can truly heal such a severe hereditary illness?"

Yaen Feilong raised the question, a hint of skepticism in his furrowed brow.

Unexpectedly, the Medical Sword Immortal simply smiled with ease.

"Don't underestimate these simple ingredients. The key lies within them."

"At first glance, these ingredients might seem unrelated, but if you combine them following my instructions, the results will surpass your expectations. Why not give it a try?"

The Medical Sword Immortal spoke with conviction, resolute in his belief that he could cure the illness.

"Take the prescription that the Medical Sword Immortal has given you without delay. He seldom offers medical treatment, and you've stumbled upon quite the fortune."

Chang'e, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke out, unable to contain herself any longer upon witnessing Yaen Feilong's disbelief.

How could anyone else fail to understand the Medical Sword Immortal when Chang'e herself knows him so well? They frequently cross paths.

Chang'e is crystal clear about the Medical Sword Immortal's techniques.

With the Medical Sword Immortal on the case, there's no ailment that can't be healed.

"Chang'e, is that any way to speak to the boss? You need to adjust your attitude."

Seeing Chang'e's temper rising once again, the Medical Sword Immortal quickly intervened, forbidding her from getting angry.

Left with no choice, Chang'e suppressed her irritation and continued to present a cool and distant demeanor.

"Fine, I'll give it a shot. But if it doesn't work out, I'm coming back to you."