Having witnessed the treatment firsthand, Wu Chongxun had to admit that Lu Changfeng had indeed reached the pinnacle of the Way of Medicine in their age.
Wu Lingyun clenched her fists tightly. Her hatred of Lu Changfeng had not diminished in the slightest, yet she, too, could not deny the almost instinctive shock the scene before her inspired... a complex response that transcended allegiance, born of witnessing absolute mastery and the creation of life itself.
Shen Qingshu watched silently, his face as expressionless as ever, but a faint glimmer flickered deep within his eyes.
He had witnessed all manner of brutal interrogation methods, and seen imperial physicians cautiously examine patients and write prescriptions. But someone like Lu Changfeng, who healed wounds and purged poison as effortlessly as lifting something light, his art bordering on the Way itself, was truly rare. This man's important position under Princess Taiping could hardly be attributed to his looks, poetry, or music alone...
Lu Changfeng let out a long breath and told Shen Qingshu, "I'll dictate the prescription. You write it down."
Without another word, Shen Qingshu took up his brush.
After a moment's consideration, Lu Changfeng dictated, "The plague poison and gu poison are attacking him together and have penetrated his marrow. They cannot be cleared in a short time. First, harmonize yin and yang to keep him alive, then consider further treatment. Slice a hundred-year-old ginseng root and have him hold the slices in his mouth. Use wild mountain reishi, snow lotus, and fleeceflower root as the principal ingredients, supplemented with Sichuan fritillary, poria, and licorice to harmonize them. Simmer over a low flame for twenty-four hours, strain out all residue, and administer a dose every four hours."
"For external application, grind goldthread, Baikal skullcap, and Amur cork bark-the three yellows-and mix them