After his lamentations, he continued to stare intently.
He had to remember every step; it might come in handy later!
Right, when that bald divine doctor was cutting the tea leaves, did he cut them horizontally… or vertically?
The room was quiet, only the sound of boiling water could be heard.
Ye Fan's mouth twitched again.
This didn't look like he was brewing medicine at all.
What kind of infernal thing was this?
Forget it…
As long as you're happy…
Master Xie Yan, seeing that the time was right, took out a pile of bottles and jars from his ring.
Xiang Ye felt he couldn't understand it again.
The white stuff looked so much like salt or sugar.
The black stuff must be soy sauce and vinegar.
He could almost smell it…
While tea leaves and chili peppers as medicine could be勉强 accepted, he had never heard of using soy sauce and vinegar in medicine.
After pouring the contents of the bottles and jars in, Master Xie Yan continued to take things out.
Sichuan peppercorns…
Star anise…
Cilantro…
Meat slices…
…
The two old men sat at the table, using chopsticks to pick up meat slices and put them into the clay pot.
Soon, the aroma of lamb hot pot filled the room…
Ye Fan's forehead was covered in black lines.
As expected…
“Two divine doctors… this is…?” Xiang Ye was completely taken aback.
“Oh, we were just a bit hungry, so we're having a bite.” The Second Elder turned his head, “Brother, would you like some?”
“It's very fragrant,” Master Xie Yan echoed earnestly, also turning his head.
“… I’m not hungry… you two enjoy yourselves…”
Xiang Ye felt all his strength drain away.
He suddenly felt he needed to reconsider.
Was finding these two to treat him… really appropriate?
“Ye Fan, aren't you going to eat some?” The two old men then turned to look at Ye Fan.
“You guys eat slowly… I'm not hungry.” Ye Fan quickly refused.
Besides the seasonings, these two old men had also added some strange medicinal herbs.
Who in their right mind would dare to eat this…
Dying is not scary; what's scary is not being able to die and suffering endlessly.
The two old men didn't insist and continued to eat.
“The flavor seems a little off,” Master Xie Yan suddenly said.
“Indeed.”
The Second Elder thought for a moment, took out a pill, and tossed it into the pot.
The pill was dark green all over and dissolved instantly in the water.
Immediately, the clay pot was covered in a strange dark green hue, and it bubbled eerily with the hot water…
Ye Fan quickly covered his nose.
The smell was too pungent…
A bit nauseating…
“It's still not quite right,” Master Xie Yan scooped up some soup and tasted it, “Add more.”
The Second Elder took out a large pile of pills from his ring and threw them in.
Each pill looked extremely peculiar…
Soon, the water in the pot had turned almost black.
Even the lamb slices that were cooked were covered in a layer of pitch-black color…
“Much tastier!” Master Xie Yan tasted it again and couldn't help but praise.
Ye Fan was immediately filled with admiration.
Under heaven, the only one daring enough to eat the Second Elder's pills was probably this one.
He could be called the bravest warrior in the cultivation world!
What was magical was that no matter how he ate, he was completely fine.
This wasn't just a strong constitution!
Of course.
It wasn't impossible that Master Xie Yan was a normal person before meeting the Second Elder…
After eating half of it, the two old men suddenly remembered there was another person in the room.
“That steward, are you hungry?” The Second Elder picked up a slice of lamb, which shone with a black light, and asked with a smile.
“I’m not hungry…” The steward, standing in the corner, waved his hands repeatedly, covering his nose.
“Why are you covering your nose? Is your nose uncomfortable?” Master Xie Yan asked curiously.
“Just a slight cold recently…” the steward replied weakly.
“That’s easily fixed.” Master Xie Yan smiled slightly, “After I finish treating that elder brother, I’ll fix it for you.”
The steward didn't want to speak.
And wished he could slap himself a few times…
“Burp—!”
After the two old men had eaten their fill, they began to prepare to treat Xiang Ye.
“Two divine doctors…” Seeing the two old men with oily faces approach the bed, Xiang Ye asked weakly, “May I ask… how are you planning to treat me…?”
“Your problem lies with your blood,” Master Xie Yan said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, “We just need to draw some blood.”
“How… much?” Xiang Ye suddenly had a bad premonition.
“Oh, not much.” Master Xie Yan took out a large wooden tub, three feet long and two feet high, “Just fill this up.”
Xiang Ye almost fainted on the spot…
“Two divine doctors, absolutely not!”
The steward flashed in front of the bed, trembling as he tried to stop them.
That huge basin couldn't be filled even if they squeezed him dry!
Master Xie Yan looked at the steward curiously, then at the wooden tub on the ground.
“Oh, my apologies, I grabbed the wrong one.”
Realizing his mistake, Master Xie Yan quickly replaced it with a small ceramic basin.
This basin was clearly several times smaller than a washbasin; at least, a person wouldn't be in danger if it were filled with blood.
“Elder brother, please take off your clothes,” Master Xie Yan instructed.
With the steward's help, Xiang Ye took off his outer garment.
After all, he was old and seriously ill, almost unable to care for himself.
“Do I need to do anything else?” Xiang Ye asked nervously, taking a breath.
“Not this one.” Master Xie Yan shook his head, “You need to take it all off.”
Xiang Ye clearly froze.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he said to the steward, “Take it off!”
Soon, Xiang Ye was left with only a loincloth…
“Divine doctor… you don't need to take this off, do you…” Xiang Ye's face turned bright red.
It was too embarrassing…
“Oh, no need for this.” As Master Xie Yan spoke, he took out a small knife and made a prick on Xiang Ye's finger.
Xiang Ye immediately flinched…
This knife was clearly the same one used to cut the tea leaves and chili peppers earlier.
And it hadn’t even been washed!
“Second Elder, use your true qi to guide out his bad blood,” Master Xie Yan retracted the small knife and instructed, “Use the blood-guiding therapy I taught you before.”
The Second Elder nodded and placed his right hand on Xiang Ye's other wrist.
“Drip!”
Blood dripped from the wound on his fingertip into the ceramic basin.
Ye Fan was somewhat surprised.
Because he noticed that Prime Minister Xiang's blood was not only blackish-red but also had a pungent odor.
It was clear that the blood was problematic.
What surprised him most was that the treatment methods of these two old men were so normal!
Normal treatment methods were the biggest abnormality!
The speed at which the blood dripped was very slow, about the same as an IV drip.
After a full half-hour, Master Xie Yan made his move again.
“The first step is now complete. Next, I will use acupuncture for auxiliary treatment.”
As Master Xie Yan spoke, he reached into his pants and rummaged around.
When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a handful of gleaming silver needles.
No more, no less.
Exactly thirteen!
Xiang Ye blinked.
He understood acupuncture treatment.
But what was the meaning of him pulling needles out of his crotch?
He had originally wanted to refuse.
But after letting out some blood earlier, he clearly felt much more relaxed.
He had also seen and smelled the color and pungent odor of the blood.
To save his life, he chose to bear it in silence…
“Elder brother, lie down and don't move. I'm starting,” Master Xie Yan instructed, gently raising a silver needle.
Xiang Ye decisively closed his eyes.
No, he still felt uneasy…
And the strange smell emanating from the silver needle was even more pungent than the smell of his own blood.
Yet, he didn't dare to cover his nose…
Xiang Ye steeled himself!
For the sake of survival!
He would endure!
He would accept it!
“Shua!”
Master Xie Yan's movements were quick. The first silver needle was instantly inserted into Xiang Ye's philtrum.