Chu Mu walked into the room. The once exceedingly simple chamber had now changed beyond recognition; on the table lay several dozen books stacked neatly.
Among them were books taken from Old Li, as well as some medical books in circulation outside that Chu Mu had obtained through connections from bookshops.
Beside the bed stood a row of medicine cabinets, holding all kinds of medicinal materials Chu Mu had purchased from Mingxin Hall. Of course, there was not much of each medicinal material.
Their main purpose was to let Chu Mu better recognize and distinguish the appearances and categories of medicinal materials, and understand their medicinal properties.
At the foot of the bed, there was also a small stove, with an earthen pot set on top, mainly used for decocting medicine.
Shennong Tastes Hundreds of Herbs—in this kind of medical system that relied on combining herbs and using their properties for treatment, if a physician had not personally experienced the medicinal properties of herbs, it would be exceedingly difficult to apply them well.
Placed upon the connection between medicine and martial arts, it was likewise the same.
And in this point of Shennong Tastes Hundreds of Herbs, this era undoubtedly possessed an advantage blessed by heaven and unique to itself.
The cultivation of qi and blood allowed a person to clearly sense any changes throughout the body, and naturally also to clearly sense the specific state of medicinal properties.
In fact, even if it were deadly poison, under prepared circumstances, with qi and blood gathered together, one could directly seal off the toxicity, and even, at the cost of consuming a portion of qi and blood, directly expel the toxicity.
Of course, the premise was that one had to be prepared. Otherwise, once the toxicity spread, there would be no