Another hour passed.
The moon outside the window shone bright. Pure moonlight filtered through the paper window and spilled into the room, laying a thin veil of silver across the floor.
The oil lamp's flame swayed faintly as half its oil had burned away, stretching Feng Chen's shadow as he bent over his book into shifting lengths across the wall.
Feng Chen slowly closed the medical text, pressing his fingers against its yellowed cover as he let out a long breath.
Ding dong. Basic Medicine had reached the Perfect Mastery Realm. Host, please check it.
He closed his eyes and sat quietly, comprehending the final wave of Perfect Mastery Realm medical insights.
Once those insights merged into his consciousness, he opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
His Destiny Talent truly was formidable. From finishing dinner until now, in just over two hours, he had raised a Basic Medicine skill to Perfection.
As for this medical art, ordinary apprentices in medical clinics had to run errands for their masters, copy prescriptions, observe, listen, question, and feel pulses, then bury themselves in medical books. Without seven or eight years, they could not even grasp the basics.
Good heavens.
Feng Chen closed his eyes and recalled it. The medical knowledge in his mind was already engraved upon his heart!
From identifying and gathering herbs to the sovereign, minister, assistant, and envoy properties of medicine; from locating meridians and acupoints to treating common injuries and illnesses—everything was arranged with perfect clarity, ready to be called upon at any time.
Not only had this deepened his understanding of his own Blood Qi circulation and skeletal structure, it had also given him more precise judgment regarding the herbs listed on Hundred Herbs Hall's notice: which terrain certain herbs grew in, which season