Stunning Performance

Young Master Shen said, "Father, Mother, I'm going up the mountain to pick some medicinal herbs."

"Da Lang, I'll go with you. There are wild beasts on the mountain, and you might get lost." His mother rushed straight out.

She treated Young Master Shen like a small child, unwilling to let him go up the mountain alone.

"Mother, boil a pot of water at home, find a knife and sharpen it well, prepare a thick, long needle, and boil some cotton cloth in water." Young Master Shen spoke quickly, but his words were clear and steady.

His mother was startled, then nodded without questioning, "Alright."

To her, her son had become spirited, and every word he said felt like an imperial decree.

Young Master Shen slung a bamboo basket over his back, grabbed a small trowel, and left home for the mountain. Tian Heng's thirteenth and fourteenth adopted sons followed closely behind, never leaving his side.

Without getting the money, they would keep watching Young Master Shen, and as soon as the time came, they would kill him.

Young Master Shen was a bit worried that the plants in this world might be completely different from Earth's, but he needn't have fretted. Though there were many unfamiliar plants, a fair number were exactly the same.

There were plenty of anti-inflammatory medicinal herbs. The forest behind Young Master Shen's home was lush and green.

In just over an hour, he had picked a lot of Perilla, honeysuckle, and dandelion—all of which could be used to reduce inflammation.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the edge of a dry desert or a grassland, so there was no licorice root. But to his pleasant surprise, he dug up some Radix Isatidis.

On modern Earth, Radix Isatidis was hailed as a panacea. Next, Young Master Shen dug up over a dozen more medicinal herbs, some for stopping bleeding, some for reducing fever, until his bamboo basket was full. But he couldn't find any Datura, so he couldn't make an anesthetic.

By evening, Young Master Shen returned home fully loaded. His mother had already prepared everything.

Young Master Shen used his X-ray vision to carefully examine his younger brother's broken leg. Fortunately, the bone ends were fairly smooth and not sharp, so they hadn't pierced any major blood vessels.

His mother had already sharpened the knife and boiled it in water.

Young Master Shen made a small incision at the site of his brother's fracture, both to let the stagnant blood drain and to align the bone more accurately.

But the conditions here were too crude; setting it with steel pins was out of the question. After fully aligning the broken bone, Young Master Shen stitched the wound with the boiled needle and thread, applied mashed medicinal herbs to the wound, and then bound it tightly with three whittled wooden sticks and boiled cloth strips, completely immobilizing the set bone. Without plaster, wooden sticks would have to do.

"This leg can't bear weight from now on. Best not to move it at all. In two months, it'll heal," Young Master Shen said.

This barely counted as a minor surgery, and it took less than an hour from start to finish. Though his younger brother was drenched in sweat from the pain, he bit down hard on a wooden stick and didn't let out a single cry.

Throughout the process, his parents held their breath, watching in disbelief. They didn't dare speak, or even breathe too loudly.

This was truly astonishing! After Young Master Shen came home, not only was he no longer dull-witted, but he had become so skilled.

His father had seen it clearly—Young Master Shen's movements were swift and decisive, his gaze firm and resolute. He was like a completely different person from before.

His younger brother spat out the wooden stick and said in amazement, "Brother, you're incredible! My broken leg isn't swollen anymore, and it doesn't hurt as much. I've seen plenty of doctors treat broken legs, but none of them were as fast or as skilled as you!"

Though Shen Jian was cannon fodder among the thugs, he had seen his share of broken limbs and hands. The skill Young Master Shen had just displayed was truly impressive—both in technique and method, far surpassing the doctors who treated the gangs.

The most important thing was that the old Young Master Shen had been a complete fool. How could he have changed so much? Where had he learned such amazing skills? His family was both shocked and overjoyed.

Next, Young Master Shen treated his father. The first step was to drain the accumulated blood in his lungs, or the injury would only get worse.

The hardest part of draining such blood was knowing exactly where the hematomas were—inside the lungs, invisible to the naked eye. For doctors in this world, it was nearly impossible.

But for Young Master Shen, it was effortless. His X-ray vision could easily pinpoint the exact locations of the blood and fluid buildup.

His mother had already sharpened a thick needle, about three millimeters in diameter at its widest, normally used for sewing animal hides. She boiled it in water to sterilize it. Young Master Shen accurately and decisively pierced into the lung and withdrew the needle, then inserted a hollow plant stem into the wound.

This plant stem was about two to three millimeters in diameter, hollow after the core was removed, and sturdy enough to drain the accumulated blood.

And so, Young Master Shen made several small openings in his father's lung and slowly drew out the hematomas inside.

After more than an hour, he had drained most of the blood and fluid from his father's lungs. The small amount that remained couldn't be extracted, but that was fine—the body's own functions would gradually absorb it.

After Young Master Shen's treatment, the effect was immediate.

His father still coughed, but his breathing was much smoother. Before, even when he tried his hardest to breathe, it felt like there wasn't enough air, and each breath made his lungs feel like they were about to burst with pain—a truly unbearable sensation.

Now, breathing wasn't such a struggle, and there was no more tightness in his chest. It felt wonderful.

He never imagined that his son, with just a little effort, could achieve such remarkable results. This medical skill was truly extraordinary.

They say you should look at someone with new eyes after three days apart. After only three months away, this precious son had gained such abilities?

"I feel much lighter and more comfortable now. My son is truly remarkable," his father said, his voice brimming with immense pride.

His mother stared at Young Master Shen, unable to believe that her son had become so clever and capable.

"Don't ask. Your Da Lang was never stupid—just wise and slow to speak," his father said, stopping his mother's questions. "Now that Da Lang has become like this, we should be overjoyed. Why dig for answers?"

His mother nodded vigorously. "Right, right. The important thing is that my son is back—that's heaven's blessing. With skills like this, we don't need to marry Widow Liu. Once we save enough money to open a clinic, we could even marry the Village Chief's daughter."

From then on, his parents and younger brother said nothing more about Young Master Shen's transformation. They were simply happy.

"My son must be hungry. I'll go get you something to eat." His mother bustled into the kitchen.

She was capable and quick. In less than half an hour, the food was on the table: three bowls of porridge, one large bowl of rice, a plate of wild greens, a plate of vegetables, and a plate of cured meat with cucumber.

Since his father and younger brother were bedridden with their injuries, the table was set between the two beds.

Once again, Young Master Shen got the white rice, while his father, mother, and younger brother had corn porridge.

Young Master Shen tried to share the rice with his father and brother, but all three firmly refused.

"My son is still growing. Eat the white rice. You wouldn't be able to stomach the corn porridge," his father said decisively. "If you don't eat the rice, I won't eat it either, and neither will your brother."

"Right, absolutely not." Younger Brother Shen Jian said from the bed beside him.

"My son, eat the meat..." Mother picked up the few remaining slices of cured meat and placed them one after another into Young Master Shen's bowl.

Young Master Shen certainly wanted to let his father and younger brother eat, but he knew they absolutely would not. Moreover, seeing Young Master Shen eat meat actually made them happier inside.

Ah! The favoritism really knew no bounds.

Even though his father and younger brother were injured and recovering, even though Young Master Shen was perfectly healthy, the whole family gave him the best food to eat alone.

After the meal, Young Master Shen decocted the medicine, then administered it to his father and younger brother respectively.

His younger brother had broken bones and needed to drink bone broth; lying down for about two more months should see him mostly recovered.

As for his father, although the blood clot and fluid in his lungs had already been drained and his life was no longer in immediate danger, that counted as only half the treatment at best. Next came continuing to reduce inflammation, moisten the lungs, and nourish the body. These medicines couldn't be dug up from the mountains—they had to be bought with money.

"Da Lang, wash your feet." Mother came forward with warm water, crouched down directly, and prepared to wash Young Master Shen's feet. The whole process was natural and practiced, clearly showing that for the past ten-plus years, Mother had been washing Young Master Shen's feet.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." Young Master Shen absolutely did not dare let his mother wash his feet—that would be too unfilial.

But Mother seemed a little sad instead, and said, "Da Lang, you used to love having Mother wash your feet. What's wrong? Mother's hands are very clean."

She was worried that Young Master Shen, after a few months of wealthy life at the Xu family, would look down on her.

Young Master Shen understood. Washing his feet was also one of Mother's happiest moments, because he was her most beloved child.

So, Young Master Shen let his whole body and mind bask in happiness as he watched his mother's rough hands wash his feet. Throughout the entire process, her gaze and expression were filled with infinite happiness and contentment.

Young Master Shen had inherited this body and its memories, but not the full emotions. Yet in just a few hours, his heart had surrendered—surrendered to the love of his parents and younger brother.

From now on, you are my birth parents, my blood brother! He had the responsibility to let his parents and younger brother live a good life.

At that moment, Tian Shisan's faint voice came to his ears: "Young Master Shen, your family really does love each other. But you only have two days left. If you can't come up with a thousand Gold Coins, your whole family will suffer the consequences."

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