The Jade Screen Immortal Spirit Pill's medicinal effect was tyrannical yet gentle. In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, Nie Liang's once-rapid breathing began to steady, and color returned to his pale face.
"Uncle Fu, is this pill the right one? Has Father's illness been cured?"
Nie Xiaoyu looked at her father on the bed, then at Uncle Fu, whose worried expression had finally eased, and then at her mother sitting by the bedside, wiping away tears. She anxiously asked, desperate to know whether the pill she had brought back could truly save her father's life.
"The pill should be genuine. Its effects are indeed just like the Jade Screen Immortal Spirit Pill described in the rumors. Earlier, when I took Old Nie's pulse, it flowed smoothly and freely, like pearls rolling across a plate—a typical slippery pulse. But now his pulse has basically returned to normal. This shows that his lung illness has greatly improved."
After briefly checking Nie Liang's pulse, Uncle Fu found that the signs of his lung disease had indeed calmed considerably. He could not help marveling at the mystery of a ranked pill. At the same time, his heart filled with joy. Over the years, he had had frequent dealings with this family and had long grown attached to them. Nie Xiaoyu in particular often clung to his pharmacy to learn basic medicinal theory and medical arts, making her half a disciple of his.
In the cramped room, the three gathered around the man on the bed. The previous heaviness and sobbing were gone. With the help of the Jade Screen Immortal Spirit Pill, this family seemed to have regained some vitality.
The next day, Qinglan City, the Ling Estate.
As usual, a servant opened the estate gates, intending to