The Martial Doctor

She also knew this was a kind of extravagant hope for her. Master Guan Biyun had mentioned it to her before. She was willing, after all, she had seen the talent and ability of Lin Miao herself, far from the arrogance at their first meeting.

Being able to entrust the latter half of her life to such a man is much better than being married off by the family to undertake things she doesn’t want to bear.

Lin Miao threw a prescription to Lien Yurou, instructing her to follow the formula and prepare the medicinal soup.

This job was supposed to be done by him, but with Lien Yurou here, it saved him at least half of the time.

"Master, your injury can’t be treated with ordinary methods anymore. Later, I’ll give you a mantra, and you need to circulate energy according to this mantra."

"Mantra?" Dingxian was shocked.

"Yes, it’s just a piece of Heart Method mantra, nothing to be surprised about." Lin Miao nodded. Acupuncture was necessary for Dingxian’s injury, but acupuncture alone wouldn’t work; it needed to be supplemented with internal and external medicinal power.

Only by attacking from three aspects can you revive.

For ordinary people, this method would be a guaranteed death, but for an expert in the Meridian Passage Realm like Dingxian, this method offers a glimmer of hope.

Lin Miao’s prescription had a large dosage, clearly not meant for drinking but for soaking.

Fortunately, the manor had a medicine storage, holding many herbs. After all, Lin Miao was worried that the Ye Family might manipulate the Pharmacist Association to trip up the supply of herbs at Yongning Hall, so he intentionally prepared in advance.

Besides, he and the Su Family have entered the medicinal business. Although their share is small, it at least guarantees the safety of his own medicine use, free from manipulation.

Otherwise, during this major festival, who would have such a quantity and variety of herbs?

Dingxian was lucky to run into him; others wouldn’t be as fortunate.

First, the needle treatment, then a medicinal soak!

Seeing Dingxian in a meditative state within the medicine bath, Lin Miao roughly estimated that he had probably pulled her back from the brink.

"Yurou, follow the dosage I gave and prepare the medicine for her, one small bowl at a time, to be served continuously for seven days, which should be sufficient."

"Mr. Lin, this set of medicine is worth several hundred taels of silver; you’ve invested over ten thousand taels to save this person." Lien Yurou said in surprise.

"It’s fine, she’s worth it."

"What formula, let me see..." Suddenly, a gray figure floated in from outside, snatching the prescription from Lien Yurou’s hand.

"Oh, this is the formula for Heart Communication Elixir. No, this formula has a few extra ingredients, and it seems to be more effective than the original elixir!"

The newcomer glanced at the prescription and muttered to himself.

"Mr. Dongguo, what are you doing?" Lin Miao asked bluntly.

"You little brat, call me Master Dongguo." Dongguo Sun puffed his beard and glared, evidently dissatisfied with Lin Miao’s address.

Lin Miao snorted, refusing to change his words, although there was evidence that Dongguo Sun was indeed a fellow disciple with his master, Sun Simiao.

But, while the master lived, he never mentioned anything about Dongguo Sun. If the master didn’t acknowledge this senior, acknowledging it himself would be against the master’s wishes, wouldn’t it?

Moreover, there are benefits to not acknowledging him; without the "senior of the sect" status, Dongguo Sun couldn’t exert control over him.

Dongguo Sun wasn’t stupid and understood Lin Miao’s intentions; he always called him a "little smart aleck," yet he had no reason or means to counteract him.

After all, Lin Miao had saved his life.

Such great kindness remained, hosting him and making him feel at home; what more could he demand?

"I can refine this elixir for you; prepare two sets of herbs for me. No, make it ten sets, and I’ll refine the Heart Communication Elixir."

"Oh, how many elixirs can you produce from one set of herbs?"

"According to your formula ratio here, I can refine two to three elixirs from one set of herbs, maybe four with luck."

"How effective is one elixir?"

"It should be comparable to your one small bowl." Dongguo Sun said.

"Alright, I’ll have Yurou prepare two sets of herbs for you. If you can refine this Heart Communication Elixir, I’ll let you do alchemy in the future, and I’ll provide the herbs. We’ll split the profits equally."

"Equally?"

"Don’t want it, then forget it. Anyway, I’m not very interested in making this money." Lin Miao said.

"You said it, no backing out."

"Why would I back out, but the profits are after deducting all costs, and I need to recoup the cost of the herbs I invested, right?"

"Deal."

"Yurou, assist Mr. Dongguo." Lin Miao looked at Lien Yurou and instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

"Don’t call me Mr. Lin; in the future, call me Dr. Lin or Mr. Lin. The title ’Mr. Lin’ feels unfamiliar." Lin Miao said.

"Yes, Mr. Lin." Lien Yurou nodded slightly in agreement.

"I’ve already written to Mr. Wan and Mr. Jia about Master Guan’s stuff. Once they have news, I’ll notify you immediately. Don’t worry, Master Guan has been very helpful to me. She still has work to do in Dongshan for me, so I’ll make sure to handle her matters thoroughly." Lin Miao had already heard from Si Miaoxue about Lien Yurou’s concerns regarding Guan Biyun, and he mentioned it in the New Year’s greeting letters sent to Mr. Wan and Mr. Jia, expecting news soon.

"Got it." Lien Yurou nodded.

Time to return.

It’s New Year’s Day today, and many people are waiting at home for him to return for dinner.

Spent most of the day, will need to explain properly upon return.

...

Returning to the city just as the gates are about to close.

He arrived home at Xiuyue Square at dusk, where a room full of women were eagerly awaiting.

He handed the horse over to a servant to be led away.

Lin Miao returned to the inner courtyard, washed hands, cleaned up, and prepared for dinner.

Another meal at the table, but this time not at Huaye Tower, but at his home dining room; can’t always eat next door.

The dishes tonight were still plentiful.

"I was delayed by some matters today, so I returned late. Tomorrow at noon, I’ll cook a few dishes for you myself." Lin Miao said as he sat.

He had been away all day and needed to give an explanation.

"Husband can cook?"

"Hehe, Yuyao sister, you may not know, but our husband is skilled in everything except for birthing children. The pastries at Furong Garden and the dishes at Huaye Tower were all first made by him." Si Miaoxue smiled sweetly, explaining to Baili Yuyao.

"Ah?!" Baili Yuyao was quite surprised. Her knowledge of Lin Miao was limited to his medical skills and martial arts talent, and perhaps in that aspect. The other areas were really not well-known, given the short time they had spent together.

"Miaoxue, you’re exaggerating; I’m not skilled in embroidery and dyeing."

"Husband, didn’t you mention to me previously about making some indigo dye?" Si Miaoxue said with vibrant, bright eyes.

This woman, intentionally.

Lin Miao chuckled; he had only casually mentioned it. He knew only a little about textile dyes, far from producing them.

"Brother, this evening, a monk from Donglin Temple came to our home, saying he was looking for you. I told him you weren’t here, and sent him away." Sun Youwei changed the topic.

"A monk from Donglin Temple? Did he say his name?" Lin Miao frowned, immediately asking.

"He said his name was Guangmiao and that Master Fahai left a message, saying if there was anything difficult to handle that Shanglin Temple couldn’t address, they could come to you."

"Guangmiao." Lin Miao remembered, as he was Fahai’s disciple who served by his side. Fahai was in Li Jing’s Honmonji Temple, what matters are there at Shanglin Temple that he can’t handle without Lin Miao’s assistance?

"What did he say?"

"He said he’d come again tomorrow."

"Then I’ll wait for him to come tomorrow." Lin Miao nodded, where did the Fire Qilin run off to? He had returned, but this fellow wasn’t back yet, perhaps playing around.

So he sensed it, it wasn’t within the residence but should be within Dongshan City because the feeling was that the Fire Qilin was not far from him.

"Ah Huo, hurry back." Lin Miao sent out a message.