bookrandom Chapter 327 It's been 5 days.
Chapter 327 It's been 5 days.
A fleeting suspicion about women crossed the sickly woman's mind, but... in all these days she had been a widow and orphan, she hadn't seen any lecherous men do anything indecent to her.
Could it be that you've taken a fancy to my third son?
The mother was overwhelmed with thoughts, but her illness made it difficult for her to continue thinking.
After a brief exchange, Zhong Ming spoke gently, asking in the softest possible tone, "Tell me how you felt when you fell ill that day."
"That day... sir, I had just woken up in the morning, and as soon as I got up, I felt dizzy and lightheaded... I had barely sat up when everything went black, and I collapsed... cough cough..."
"No rush, speak slowly." Zhong Ming took out a spirit stone, held it in his hand, and continued to stroke the top of her head.
"My lord, when I woke up, I saw the old Chinese medicine doctor and San'er surrounding me."
"Okay, continue. What did the old Chinese medicine doctor look like? What did he say? What did he do?"
"Sir, he's a good man! He's a renowned doctor in the surrounding area, and he's lived here for over ten years!" She said hurriedly, then coughed violently.
Seeing that Zhong Ming remained unmoved, not even moving his hand, she knew that this gentleman had not gotten the answer he wanted, and feeling bitter, she could only continue, "The old Chinese medicine doctor is called Zheng Sanjin. He has a sparse gray beard, just a few strands. He should be around sixty-three or sixty-four years old this year... cough cough, his chin is rather pointed, and his eyes are a bit bulging, making him look like a gecko..."
She managed a couple of forced laughs as she spoke, but Zhong Ming didn't respond, so she had to awkwardly continue, "That day he came to my place, opened my mouth to look at my tongue... asked me some questions, took my pulse, and then wrote me a prescription and told San'er to get it."
The old woman, whether she felt she was nearing death and didn't care about what she should or shouldn't say, or whether she thought Zhong Ming was a good person, simply reminded him, "Sir, your pulse-taking techniques are quite different from his."
"Oh, where did he press?" Zhong Ming's expression changed slightly, but his tone remained the same, and he didn't sound angry at all.
"He pressed further in, further inside, with more force."
Zhong Ming groped around, not using the hand that was holding the spirit stone, but pressing down on her arm with his other hand.
"is it here?"
"Cough cough, a little further in, a little more force."
Zhong Ming rolled up her sleeves to near her armpits, then pressed his hand inwards a little harder. Seeing her nod slightly, he began to ponder with a puzzled look.
He must have pressed the right spot at first. He didn't understand the specifics of pulse diagnosis, but finding the location of the pulse wasn't that difficult.
If he can't even find his meridians, what's the point of cultivating immortality? He wouldn't even know which level his spiritual power has reached.
The old Chinese medicine doctor pressed this spot, but he couldn't feel any pulse or acupoints. When he pressed hard, there seemed to be nothing but flesh.
He slowly moved his hands away from her, trying to find something related to spiritual power, but to no avail.
"Tell me what it feels like to be sick."
"I have no strength at all, and it's difficult to even move a finger."
"Really? Move again."
Zhong Ming's request was rather unreasonable, but she still obediently gave him a thumbs up.
"Go, bring that child here!" he shouted outside, taking two steps back.
A short while later, San'er came in. The young man looked somewhat shy and afraid. He wanted to treat this miracle doctor well, but he was also afraid that the words "medicine is useless" would come out of Zhong Ming's mouth.
"Don't be afraid, child, go to your mother."
"Hmm," San'er rushed to the bedside with concern and asked timidly, "Doctor, can my mother's illness be cured?"
"Don't rush, come here, pat your son's head."
She slowly raised her hand, and Zhong Ming's eyes swept over every inch of her skin.
Her fingers were almost immobile? He remembered that when he brought the boy in, she had reached out and touched the child's head.
She didn't know where she got the strength, but she raised her hand and pressed down on her child's head.
Zhong Ming's eyes sharpened.
Spirit detection method.
This is a very basic spell, a free spell learned in the mine, used to detect which direction in the cave has spiritual energy.
At this moment, Zhong Ming's vision changed, and the wisps of spiritual energy became incredibly clear.
"Mother, please bear with it a little longer, the great doctor will be able to cure you soon..."
The words stopped abruptly.
"No!" the mother screamed, and a sword tip emerged from the child's mouth, gleaming coldly, with drops of black blood trickling down.
The next instant, the sudden chill of early spring sent her head flying.
An unpleasant smell spread from the room.
Zhong Ming suppressed his nausea and split the two heads apart. He used the tip of his spear to pick up the two writhing lumps of flesh, which looked like parasites, but something else was not right.
His two blows hit the very center of those two disgusting things, and the two lumps of flesh struggled for a few moments before stopping.
Even so, Zhong Ming still felt a bit scared. With the old captain's death as a precedent, no amount of caution was too much.
He poked at them a few more times to make sure they were dead, then dragged them to the floor. He then took out a few boxes and covered the two things with them from above, quietly pressing his right hand over them.
He only breathed a sigh of relief the moment the money was strapped to the storage bag under his right wrist.
Living creatures can't fit into the storage bag; they must be completely dead.
Just then, a soldier knocked on the door, looking for Zhong Ming, but when he opened the door, he was almost "pushed out" by the stench.
"Sir, this is."
"This is what a person who has been dead for five days tastes like."
Zhong Ming suppressed his killing intent and slowly walked out of the room. No matter what those two lumps of flesh were, the fact that these two people had been dead for five days would not change.
"And there's another boy? By the way, what did you want to see me about?"
"Sir, the child is still tied up in the center of the village. We searched for miles around with torches but couldn't find the old Chinese medicine doctor. The villagers have all been driven... to the threshing ground at the village entrance. Would you like to go and ask him?"
"Pass on my order: those who remain behind, gather the villagers together, and gather the soldiers who have returned from the search. Do not relax until I have checked everyone."
Zhong Ming's order was quickly relayed to the soldiers. Compared to the proud, unruly, and arrogant cultivator soldiers, these mortal soldiers were more elite and better trained.
Of course, could those sent to assist the immortal master be a rabble?
When Zhong Ming arrived at the village entrance, the troops who had gone out to search were already lined up in a square formation and waiting outside.
The villagers were kneeling in a scattered manner.
They stood ramrod straight.