Chapter 8: Medical Classic

Chapter 8: The Medical Canon

Stepping into the small wooden hut, Murong Qingyan couldn't help but marvel. From the outside, the hut looked like nothing special, but inside, it was a world of its own.

As soon as she stepped in, she was greeted by the overwhelming fragrance of medicinal herbs. Murong Qingyan was pleasantly surprised to discover that inside this small hut, there were many medicinal ingredients she had never even seen before.

To be honest, the furnishings in the room were very simple. On one side of the room stood a wooden table and a few stools. On the other side, there were quite a few shelves. On each shelf, various types of dried medicinal herbs were neatly arranged.

On another set of shelves, there were many small porcelain bottles, though she had no idea what was inside them.

Murong Qingyan stepped forward and took down one of the small porcelain bottles. A rich, medicinal scent wafted out, causing her to raise an eyebrow, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes. "This is—"

"Master, these are medicinal pills," the little white ball on the side quickly explained. "These were all refined by the previous master. There are even high-grade pills in there!"

"The previous master?" Murong Qingyan turned her head to look at the little white ball, feeling a bit surprised. "Are you talking about the previous master of this space?"

"Mm-hmm!" The little white ball nodded repeatedly and continued, "The previous master was an apothecary and was very accomplished in the art of refining medicinal pills."

"Then where is he now?" A trace of doubt flashed in Murong Qingyan's eyes. "And what kind of person was he?"

Upon hearing Murong Qingyan's question, the little white ball immediately began to reminisce. However, no matter how hard it tried, there wasn't a single memory in its mind.

"What's wrong?" Murong Qingyan noticed that something was off with the little white ball.

"I don't know either." The little white ball's eyes were filled with confusion. "I clearly remember that the previous master was an apothecary. But no matter how I try to think about it, I can't seem to recall even a shred of what he looked like, and many other things have become very blurry."

"If you can't remember, then don't think about it." Although she didn't know what was going on, Murong Qingyan still offered words of comfort.

"Master, you are truly so kind to me."

As it spoke, the little white ball prepared to pounce into Murong Qingyan's arms once again. Unfortunately, Murong Qingyan dodged to the side, and the little white ball fell straight onto the floor.

Faced with such treatment, the little white ball turned its head and looked at Murong Qingyan with grievance, its eyes full of accusation.

Murong Qingyan didn't notice the little white ball at all; at this moment, her entire attention was captured by something not far away. Inadvertently, she discovered that resting on the wooden table was a book. The cover of the book clearly bore the two large characters: "Medical Canon."

"This is—" Picking up the book from the table, Murong Qingyan's eyes were filled with shock.

She never expected to see this book in such a place. Although she had always heard that the Rong family possessed a book called the "Medical Canon," she had never seen it herself. It was precisely because of this book that she had been killed by her own kin.

Now, she never imagined she would find this book here. So, the book really did exist; it had simply been hidden away in the space within the Rong family's ancestral bracelet all along.

"Master, this is the 'Medical Canon,'" the little white ball said, jumping onto Murong Qingyan's shoulder to explain. "It contains all sorts of medical cases from across the world. Of course, most importantly, it contains the formulas for all kinds of medicinal pills. Master, you are already a physician; with this, it will be like adding wings to a tiger for you. It’s just a pity—"