Chapter 209: Miracles Can Be Created

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Miracles Can Be Created

"Our grandmaster wouldn’t let us tell you..."

"What!"

Zhang Yun had assumed it was about Fu Yudie. Hearing it was his father, he rushed inside.

Zhang Fu was lying in his room. Zhang Lifeng had just finished checking his pulse.

"Dad!"

"You’re back..."

Seeing his father devoid of his usual healthy vigor, Zhang Yun hurriedly pulled Zhang Lifeng outside.

"Old Zhang, what’s wrong with my dad?"

Zhang Yun’s heart was in his throat. Ever since his mother fell into the water and went missing, he and his father had relied on each other for survival all these years. If anything happened to him...

"I don’t care how much it costs! Or what kind of medicine he needs! Just name it!"

Zhang Lifeng patted his shoulder and smiled comfortingly. "I’ve checked him over. We can rule out tumors and the like. It’s just a migraine. Though, of course, the pain can be agonizing..."

Even today, the exact pathology of migraines remained unclear, with only various potential triggers identified. When an episode struck, the throbbing in the brain caused immense distress, making the sufferer wish they could smash their head against a wall.

"Your father has had this condition for a while. It’s likely caused by long-term anxiety and stress. Usually, he just takes some painkillers to suppress it. The pain worsened over the last two days, and the painkillers stopped working. Your... disciples got worried and called me over."

When Fu Yudie was hospitalized, Zhang Lifeng had helped arrange her care. It was quite perceptive of them to figure out his connection with Zhang Yun.

"I just gave him a few acupuncture needles, which temporarily suppressed the pain. But to cure the root cause, he needs herbal medicine to regulate his body. I have a prescription, but..."

Zhang Yun immediately said, "I’ll pay whatever it takes! Whether you need softshell turtles or ginseng, I can get it for you! If you can’t find the medicine, I can ask He Xiong for help!"

"Listen to you! We’re friends despite our age gap—do you think I’m that kind of person?" Zhang Lifeng put on a serious face and said solemnly, "I am missing one medicinal herb! Even Six Records can’t get it."

Zhang Yun frowned slightly but wasn’t too worried. If the local Six Records branch couldn’t get it, that was just this specific branch. Now that He Xiong had more authority in his family, he might be able to source it from other branches or the family headquarters.

"The herb is called Fufeng Grass. The plant itself isn’t hard to find, but its efficacy drops when used in medicine, making it somewhat difficult to cure the root cause. The ancient prescription specifically calls for a ten-year-old plant..."

"A ten-year-old plant is hard to find? Harder than a centennial ginseng?" Zhang Yun was a little surprised.

"Hard! Because it’s an annual herbaceous plant. It withers and dies after one season, so..."

Zhang Yun was speechless. Then what was the point of talking about it?! An annual herb requiring a ten-year age in the prescription—wasn’t that just a scam?

He figured that when the prescription inevitably failed, they could just blame the subpar ingredients. And since the requirement was impossible to meet, there was no way to prove the prescription itself was useless.

Zhang Lifeng noticed his skepticism and patted his shoulder. "I could have just written out the prescription and left it at that. I’m telling you this because I want you to look around the mountains. What if you stumble upon an older Fufeng Grass? Ginseng is a perennial herb, but cultivated ones usually only grow for five or six years. Surviving for a century is extremely rare."

Zhang Yun’s eyes lit up.

Normally, the plant was an annual, but perhaps the ancient doctor who wrote the prescription had picked a ten-year-old specimen in some special environment. Besides, regardless of whether it could naturally reach that age, as long as he transplanted it into the Peach Blossom Spring Space, he could cultivate it!

Bijia Mountain might not have any miraculous Fufeng Grass, but he could create miracles!

Vegetables, fruits, and rice planted inside all mutated into miracle breeds overnight. As for ginseng, he estimated that one hour inside was roughly equivalent to one year of growth. By that logic, if he transplanted ordinary Fufeng Grass, it would reach over ten years of age in just a night or a day!

"Forget it, I won’t write out the prescription for you. You probably won’t get the right stuff even if you try to fill it yourself. Have them drop by my office tomorrow, and I’ll prepare a full course of treatment for you!"

Perhaps Zhang Lifeng didn’t want to expose his secret recipe, preferring to take the trouble to prepare the medicine himself.

Zhang Yun said seriously, "Old Zhang, prepare the other ingredients based on a ten-year-old Fufeng Grass! I will definitely find one!"

Zhang Lifeng chuckled. "I’m just giving you an idea. It’d be great if you could find it, but that would truly be a miracle."

"By the way, what I find will be freshly picked, without any drying process. Will the effect be the same?"

"Don’t worry about that. Fresh herbs have their own methods of use. As long as you can find the herb, I guarantee I’ll prepare the best medicine for him!"

Zhang Yun nodded. "Give me a picture so I can see what it looks like."

Zhang Lifeng was dumbfounded. "Good heavens! You don’t even know what it looks like, yet you promised me you’d find a ten-year-old one?"

"Heh, nothing is impossible to a willing heart. To cure my dad’s migraines, I will definitely find it!" Zhang Yun felt quite a bit of self-blame. His father had never mentioned it, and he hadn’t noticed!

"You’re something else!" Zhang Lifeng gave him a thumbs up and teased, "I’ll send you a picture when I get back. If you can actually find it, from now on... I’ll call you Master, just like they do!"

"I don’t want such an old disciple..."

"Then I’ll call you Zhang Shennong!"

After a few more polite exchanges, Zhang Lifeng took his leave.

Zhang Yun didn’t mention the consultation fee. Given Zhang Lifeng’s status, rushing over from the county town in the middle of the night in person was a gesture of respect meant to bring them closer, not something done for a meager fee.

Xu Jin immediately reported the situation. He and Ma Yuming had stayed here. Since it was inconvenient for a girl like Fu Yudie to stay with a bunch of men, Zhao Ye had escorted her home after she was discharged from the hospital.

After resting for a while post-acupuncture, Zhang Fu recovered. He immediately came out to ask about Zhang Yun and Ouyang Mingruo’s situation.

Zhang Yun brushed him off with a pre-prepared excuse and had his two disciples bring in all the things he had bought.

"Why did you buy so many things? What a waste of money! Did you visit her family’s house? What did you buy for them?"

Zhang Fu kept complaining, but whether the items were practical or not, knowing his son had bought them for him from the big city still brought him great comfort.

Ouyang Mingruo sent a message, asking Zhang Yun to notify Xu Jin and the others to head over tomorrow. Although Ouyang Chunqiu had turned from enemy to friend, the Ouyang Clan was in internal chaos, and the Liu Family could retaliate at any moment. She needed reliable people to protect her.

Zhang Yun relayed the situation to Xu Jin and Ma Yuming to see what they thought.

"We’re willing!"

"Think it over carefully. The level of danger is higher than expected. There could be intentional car crashes like the other day, or even worse!" Zhang Yun couldn’t go into too much detail, but he spoke very seriously, reluctant for them to take the risk.

"Master, we’ve discussed this. This is the kind of life we’ve always yearned for."

"It’d be such a waste to train so hard and hone our skills, only to end up just teaching students!"

Seeing the eagerness in their eyes, Zhang Yun knew persuasion was useless. Martial artists all harbored dreams of the pugilistic world, and being bodyguards during dangerous times was the closest way to experience that lifestyle in a peaceful era.

"I’ll send you the address. Meet up with the other two tomorrow and report for duty together!"

Since it wasn’t too late yet, Zhang Yun drove the car to Zhang Youcai’s house.

"You’re back so soon."

"The car has been washed and fueled up. Thank you for trusting me, Uncle Youcai."

"Don’t mention it!"

When borrowing someone else’s car, washing it and filling the tank was basic courtesy. But Zhang Youcai didn’t care about that at all; he immediately hopped into the car.

"What’s wrong?"

"Oh! The 003 condoms I prepared for you, not a single one is missing!"

"Of course." Zhang Yun was somewhat speechless that the man was actually checking that. He hadn’t used them anyway; he had used the ones Feng Ru gave him...

Come to think of it, thank goodness the girls hadn’t opened the compartment when they were in the car yesterday. Otherwise, seeing a pile of condoms, they would have thought he was planning to take them all down...

Zhang Youcai gave a thumbs up, wearing the lecherous smile of an old pervert. "You used the gas and filled it back up, used the condoms and restocked them... Such a classy guy!"

"???"

Dark lines formed on Zhang Yun’s forehead. Holy crap! If they were missing, it meant he used them. If they weren’t missing, it meant he used them and restocked them... What kind of twisted logic was that!

"I’m tired from the drive, I’m heading back to rest."

"Hehe! I get it! Too much ’driving’ leaves the legs weak."

"..." Zhang Yun really wanted to ask this guy about the incident in the cornfield.

Originally, he had wanted to ask about the sales of the Compass, the copper bell, and the other items. But seeing his continuous sleaziness, Zhang Yun lost the desire to speak. The mention of the copper bell reminded him of that mysterious Jade Seal again. He decided to head back and study it to figure out how to absorb the Energy inside.