In a shabby alley courtyard in Yongjia County, Yuxuan Kingdom Capital City.
The Middle-aged Daoist Priest who called himself a Night Ghost Catcher passing through this place sniffed the air and smiled. "Back in the alley outside, this poor Daoist caught the scent of medicinal herbs, which was why I stopped. If I am not mistaken, there are aconite and ginger among them. What, are you some village doctor as well?"
Ning Ji flushed and said, "How would I dare call myself a doctor? While fleeing from disaster, I happened to find a few Medical Books in an abandoned pharmacy. I studied as I traveled, but I would not dare say I have even learned the surface of it."
The Daoist said, "If you do not mind, let me have a look."
The Young Man hurriedly rose to his feet, grinning broadly. "What is there to mind? Please wait a moment, Daoist Master Wu. I will fetch them right away."
His grandfather was getting on in years and slept lightly. The Young Man padded into the house on tiptoe, carefully took out a homemade Camphor Wood Box, returned to the courtyard, and handed it to the eloquent and refined Daoist Master Wu.
Chen Ping'an accepted the wooden box without opening it in haste. Smiling, he said, "Let this poor Daoist make a guess first. The Medical Books inside were mostly compiled by physicians from the Fire God Sect lineage that rose to prominence within the past three hundred years."
The Young Man was utterly dumbfounded, his face filled with shock. "Daoist Master Wu, are you really an immortal who can foresee the future?!"
Chen Ping'an shook his head with a smile. "The physicians of that lineage, especially their doctors, excel at using ginger and aconite. Judging by the herbs you