RYEY -Chapter 394 Four-Ingredient Iron Blade Pill

Thinking of what Guoqing had just said, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. So it turned out that foreign superpowered agents really had infiltrated their area.

This place was a key military zone in the northwest. If foreign superpowered operatives were allowed to sneak in, the consequences would be unimaginable. Hu Lata must have received an extremely difficult mission.

“Son, did you see Hu Lata?”

“Dad, you think it was Hu Lata who saved me too? I only saw a bullet about to hit me. I was sitting in the driver’s cab with nowhere to dodge. In the blink of an eye, the vehicle was sent flying. I never saw who shot at me, or who saved me.”

“Then what about these clothes?”

“When I woke up, I was covered with this coat. Oh, right—and this porcelain bottle. It’s Sister-in-law Cheng Qiao’s.”

Qin Guoqing struggled to reach into his pocket and took out a white porcelain bottle, but the pills inside were already gone.

“Comrade, could I trouble you to go fetch Cheng Qiao? Tell her Guoqing is seriously injured and ask her to come take a look.”

Seeing that his son’s hand was bent at an unnatural angle and that even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain, Commander Qin quickly spoke to a young woman nearby. She readily agreed.

The students on duty with the teachers today happened to be Ni Lulu and Hong Fen. Though they were only students, under the rotating guidance of teachers like Shen Sanleng, they had already become proficient at bandaging wounds and handling some basic internal and surgical conditions.

As a result, although more than a dozen students weren’t in class, they were even more focused and enthusiastic than usual. This kind of experience was far more useful than internships in the capital—an opportunity that came once in a lifetime.

A certain attending physician surnamed Fan felt somewhat displeased. This soldier was clearly his patient—why call Cheng Qiao over? Besides, Cheng Qiao was just a student. Could she really be more capable than a licensed physician like him?

“Commander, your son’s hand is fractured. I was about to set the bone. You interrupted my work, and now you’re sending someone to fetch Cheng Qiao—what do you mean by that?”

Commander Qin froze and blushed. He trusted Cheng Qiao too much and had forgotten that the person in the white coat beside him was also a doctor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The clinic was just established not long ago, and I’m not used to it yet.”

Hearing the explanation, Doctor Fan let it go. Just as he was about to proceed, Qin Guoqing refused. He truly only trusted Cheng Qiao.

“I’m sorry, I’m in a lot of pain right now. Please let me rest for a moment.”

The refusal was subtle yet unmistakable. Doctor Fan was genuinely annoyed, and at the same time grew extremely curious about Cheng Qiao. Could Ye Jun’s disciple really have inherited his true skills?

Cheng Qiao arrived quickly. The moment she saw Qin Guoqing’s complexion, she knew he had taken a Nourishing Pill. She immediately took his pulse—and as she did, her brows knit together.

His left arm was fractured, and there was also pooled blood inside his skull. If it wasn’t dispersed quickly, it could become life-threatening. Fortunately, she had with her the Four-Ingredient Pill she had just successfully developed—the Iron Blade Pill.

Bamboo blades could be refined into a mind-refreshing pill; iron blades could be refined into a pill that transformed and dispersed stagnant blood. The exact effect was still unknown—but Qin Guoqing happened to be a perfect test subject.

“Here. Swallow this pill first.”

Qin Guoqing immediately opened his mouth. Commander Qin rubbed his forehead—he believed that even if Cheng Qiao fed his son poison, he would swallow it without hesitation. Of course, that was only a metaphor. Cheng Qiao would never do such a thing.

The pill was tiny—so small it would be nearly impossible to find if dropped on the ground. But the moment it entered his mouth, the bitterness made Qin Guoqing shudder all over. Then his head began to heat up, growing hotter and hotter, as if someone were pressing a hot iron against it.

“How does it feel?” Cheng Qiao asked.

“My head feels really hot.”

“That’s exactly right. You were thrown hard, weren’t you? There’s pooled blood in your head—it needs to be dispersed quickly.”

Hearing this, Doctor Fan immediately took Qin Guoqing’s wrist to check his pulse. He had already noticed the external injuries and the fractured arm, but how had he missed the pooled blood in the brain?

No matter how he checked, he couldn’t detect the cranial condition through the pulse. Meanwhile, someone had already informed Shen Sanleng and Shopkeeper Zhu, and the two entered one after the other.

Shen Sanleng checked Qin Guoqing’s pulse first, then looked at Cheng Qiao in astonishment and asked what medicine she had used. With that question, the diagnosis of pooled blood in the brain was confirmed.

“Four-Ingredient Iron Blade Pill,” Cheng Qiao replied.

She had named it herself. Since it used four ingredients, she named it after bamboo blade, iron blade, wooden blade, and reed blade. She still hadn’t found any reeds yet—it seemed she’d have to ask Li Huan to bring some over.

“Four-Ingredient Iron Blade Pill? Your master developed it? Specifically for activating blood and dispersing stasis? Let me see it.”

Shen Sanleng immediately associated it with Ye Jun. Cheng Qiao quickly nodded—yes, her master had developed it—and poured out a pill to hand to Shen Sanleng.

Looking at the pill, which was only about the size of a heart-protecting pill—and given just one—Shen Sanleng shot Cheng Qiao a look. Truly, like master, like disciple—both were equally stingy.

Without ceremony, he popped the pill into his mouth. Zhu Qingde panicked when he saw this—he hadn’t even had time to analyze the pill’s composition, and it had already been swallowed.

He hurriedly took Qin Guoqing’s pulse as well. Sure enough, there was pooled blood in the brain, but it seemed to be moving—clearly the pill was taking effect.

“Cheng Qiao, could you possibly—”

“Here.”

Cheng Qiao directly made a small envelope out of kraft paper, containing at least a hundred Four-Ingredient Iron Blade Pills. Since Zhu Qingde had the longest clinic hours and also handled obstetrics and gynecology, these pills would certainly be useful to him.

“Cheng Qiao, thank you. I’ll exchange my Zhu family’s medicinal formulas with you.”

“No need, Uncle De. We’re all here to help build this place. There’s no need to calculate things so precisely—otherwise we lose the original intention of supporting Hexi.”

“Well said. Let’s applaud Cheng Qiao for her selfless dedication.”

Commander Qin was the first to clap. Everyone around joined in enthusiastically, and at the same time became even more convinced that coming here was the most correct decision they had ever made in their lives.

Unnoticed, Shen Sanleng had already grasped Qin Guoqing’s arm. Amid the laughter and chatter, there was a sharp crack—the dislocated bone was set back into place.

“Ah—!”

Qin Guoqing cried out in pain. But before the sound had fully left his mouth, Zhu Qingde was already preparing an ointment. This ointment was also a Zhu family secret formula, exceptionally effective for healing fractures.

A thick layer of ointment was applied to the arm, then wrapped with gauze. In one week, the fracture would heal completely, without any aftereffects.

“Qingde, your family’s ointment really is amazing. It’s admirable that you’re willing to contribute it.”

“And didn’t you also contribute your family’s foundational formulas? How could I still keep mine hidden?”

The two burst into hearty laughter. Commander Qin’s vision blurred. These heirs of great families might seem aloof and indifferent, but when it came to matters of right and wrong, their character was far more noble than that of ordinary people.