Inhuman Training (1)
"Okay, you've made great progress lately. You're even daring to treat the dead!"
Mr. Mengfei is a special person; you never know what he'll say next.
Su Ziyang, who was still basking in the joy of his master praising him, was suddenly stunned when he heard Mr. Mengfei's words.
"What do you mean, Master!" Su Ziyang's smile vanished.
"I saw you were busy inside, so I didn't come in. But I saw you taking the pulse of that dead man. You're quite something, Doctor Su." Mr. Mengfei said with a smile.
Su Ziyang sensed that the atmosphere was getting tense. He was doomed; he was probably going to get yelled at.
"Master, please listen to me..."
Before Mr. Mengfei. Mr. Mengfei could speak again, Su Ziyang told him his judgment and the faint pulse he had felt.
"Really?" Mr. Mengfei was also slightly surprised after hearing Su Ziyang's words.
"Really!" Su Ziyang nodded emphatically to avoid being scolded.
"Do you need to register your birthday to get medicine?" Mr. Mengfei pointed to Su Ziyang's computer.
"No, we don't register. Only those with medical insurance register their birthdays. For those who pay out of pocket, we just write their age." Su Ziyang didn't know what Mr. Mengfei was up to, but he answered truthfully anyway.
"Oh, that's a pity. You go ahead with your work, I'm going out for a bit!"
Mr. Mengfei muttered to himself as he made calculations with his fingers as he left the house.
Su Ziyang, observing Mr. Mengfei's mystical demeanor, inwardly scoffed. "Tch, wasn't he supposed to be invincible in diagnosis by observation? He's misjudged this time, hasn't he? Hehe~"
Daoist Jin hasn't come since the Daoist Medicine Clinic opened, and Su Ziyang misses him quite a bit. As the saying goes, what you keep in mind will eventually come to pass.
As I was thinking, a familiar cough came from the hallway.
Su Ziyang darted from the clinic into the hallway in one step, and sure enough, it was Daoist Jin when he stepped outside.
"Master~" Su Ziyang respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Daoist Jin.
"Alright, you went home for the New Year and learned a bit more etiquette, huh!" Daoist Jin smiled broadly as he looked at Su Ziyang, who was clasping his hands in greeting.
"You're back now!" Su Ziyang followed beside Daoist Jin, chattering on and on about his arrival.
The father and son hadn't seen each other for a while. Daoist Jin didn't go back to his own clinic; instead, he sat in Su Ziyang's room and the two started chatting.
"I haven't replied to your WeChat, but I know what happened. The person you're talking about is really despicable. I'll look into him!" Daoist Jin's resentment towards the person who knew acupressure was palpable; his back teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.
"Let me see your injury?" In his anger, Daoist Jin suddenly grabbed Su Ziyang's arm and insisted on examining the injury.
Su Ziyang realized that having too much attention from others wasn't a good thing; he had to take off the sweater he had just put on.
The consultation room wasn't warm, as it was still quite chilly in the north. Su Ziyang couldn't resist Daoist Jin, and finally took off his coat, revealing his bruised shoulder.
Daoist Jin glanced at Su Ziyang's shoulder and nodded. "Sigh, it seems it's time to put it on the agenda!"
"What's on the agenda?" Su Ziyang asked as he pulled a sweater around his neck.
"It's nothing, I'm just going out to run some errands. I'll tell you when I get back."
Daoist Jin left behind these words, and without returning to his clinic, he went out as well.
...~
"Are all masters this mysterious?" Su Ziyang wondered to himself, because he felt a chill run down his spine after Daoist Jin left.
Before dawn the next day, Su Ziyang received a call from Daoist Jin, Daoist Jin told Su Ziyang to go to a village on the outskirts of the city.
Before the sleepy Su Ziyang could react, Daoist Jin hung up the phone.
Su Ziyang groggily glanced at his phone; it was 3:30...
Then I fell asleep again.
"Are you kidding me?! Forty minutes have passed, where are you?! You'd better get here within half an hour, or you'll never see me again!"
Master Daoist Jin's thunderous roar came through the phone, and Su Ziyang jumped up with a start. He had stayed up very late last night researching Jin Yizhi's illness.
Su Ziyang had only been asleep for less than two hours when Daoist Jin called, so Su Ziyang fell asleep again.
Struggling to get out of bed, Su Ziyang looked at the empty streets and then at the stars in the sky, and suddenly felt an urge to die.
I hailed a taxi on my phone and paid an exorbitant fare before finally arriving at the village that Daoist Jin had mentioned.
The village wasn't very big, and only one house had its lights on at this time. Su Ziyang went inside without thinking.
There was an iron pot set up in the courtyard, with flames dancing and leaping beneath it. Daoist Jin was vigorously stirring something in the pot with a wooden stick in his hand.
"Master, I'm sorry I'm late!" Su Ziyang quickly apologized in a subtle way.
"Take off all your clothes and stand over that well!" Daoist Jin said to Su Ziyang without even turning his head.
"Ah!?" Su Ziyang exclaimed in surprise.
"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense. Do what I tell you to do!" Daoist Jin snapped.
"Master, Daoist Jin, Master! It's so cold! What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes?! I..."
Su Ziyang kept muttering to himself, Daoist Jin turned around and glared at Su Ziyang: "Are you going to take your clothes off or not!"
"Take it off, take it off. Don't be so impatient!" Su Ziyang gritted his teeth, took off his shirt first, and casually hung it on a clothesline in the yard.
Since Su Ziyang had already achieved some success in cultivating the Midnight-Noon Heaven and Earth Art, he wasn't actually that afraid of the cold. Seeing that Daoist Jin, Su Ziyang quickly stripped naked.
Daoist Jin stirred the contents of the pot, turned around and looked at Su Ziyang, then chuckled, "Hahahaha, you're really honest, you're completely naked. Hurry up and put your underwear on, this kid's really something..."
Daoist Jin shook his head and pointed at Su Ziyang's underwear.
Su Ziyang felt so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground. Su Ziyang pulled up his underwear, took a few deep breaths, and silently reassured himself: He's old, don't take it to heart...
Seeing that Daoist Jin was ignoring him, Su Ziyang rubbed his face in embarrassment and stood on the manhole cover.
This well wasn't just any ordinary household well; it seemed to be a deep well connected to groundwater, because there was a hole in the center of the well cover, about the thickness of an adult's forearm. Standing on it, Su Ziyang could feel air constantly rising from the hole, and he could also hear the sound of water coming from inside the well.
"Kid, didn't you learn internal energy cultivation from your master? Then go ahead and circulate your qi to its maximum using your own methods!"
Daoist Jin seemed to have finished cooking the contents of the pot. He put down the wooden stick in his hand and said to Daoist Jin Su Ziyang before going inside.
Su Ziyang didn't know what Daoist Jin was doing, but to prevent the old man from getting angry again, he spread his legs apart, gently swung his arms, and began to circulate his internal True Qi.
The True Qi circulated throughout his body, dispelling the last trace of coldness from Su Ziyang's body. When Daoist Jin came out of the house and saw the steam rising from Su Ziyang's head, he was shocked. The amount of True Qi in Su Ziyang's body was astonishing.
But the old man was an old man after all. Suppressing his surprise, Daoist Jin calmly said to Su Ziyang, "The following process might be a bit brutal, so bear with it! Even the Golden Bell Shield has to be trained like this!"
"Master, you must teach me the Golden Bell Shield!" Su Ziyang was overjoyed upon hearing this.
"Right!"
"Great! Master, please come! I can handle it! Ideally, I can master it in one day!"
However, what Daoist Jin did next taught Su Ziyang a famous saying: Don't be too happy about anything too soon.