Ma Long took the Spirit Gathering Pill and glanced at it, quickly encountering new problems.
"I say, young sir, can't you get us some portable containers? Like storage rings or spatial pouches. With so many Spirit Gathering Pills, it's at least four or five pounds! Just having them in a bag like this isn't convenient to carry around!"
Han Lang almost rolled his eyes out of his head at his words.
"Big brother, I wish I could! Those things do exist in the cultivation world, but this is Blue Star, and my cultivation is only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation. Where am I supposed to get storage rings for you?"
Seeing Han Lang's apparent displeasure, Ma Long immediately shifted to a fawning smile and replied cheerfully.
"Heh heh... that's true, that's true. With our current cultivation, in cultivation dramas, we'd be considered utterly useless weaklings, not worthy of possessing such treasures. But, young sir, if not storage rings, then surely cultivation techniques, right? Shouldn't we be cultivating some techniques now? Like Fireball Art, or Eight Extremes Collapse, or something?"
"You've watched too much Battle Through the Heavens, haven't you?"
"Cultivating techniques requires reaching the Foundation Establishment stage at least. Thirteen levels of Qi Condensation, to people in the cultivation world, is merely for strengthening the body. With such a meager amount of spiritual energy in your body, can you even unleash a single ultimate move? Just use your military combat techniques!"
Ma Long was somewhat disappointed.
He had initially thought that stepping through the gates of cultivation would lead to omnipotence, the ability to traverse heavens and earth. But hearing Han Lang's words, he finally understood why Han Lang had said they needed to lie low for a while.
"Alright, alright, I'll cultivate diligently and strive to reach Foundation Establishment as soon as possible."
Then, with his incorrigible nature, he sidled up to Han Lang again and asked cautiously.
"Then, after Foundation Establishment, will we be able to fly on swords? And will you forge those swords for us?"
Han Lang wished he could just kick Ma Long to death with a single slap. He immediately retorted irritably.
"I'll forge a big head ghost for you! You'll fly on your own then!"
Seeing that Han Lang had almost completely lost his patience, Ma Long also lowered his head with a wronged expression, no longer speaking.
But seeing his pitiful appearance, Han Lang felt his tone might have been too harsh. He then turned to speak gently.
"Alright, Brother Ma! Don't be so ambitious. Those things you mentioned, if I have the ability, I will definitely get them for you. What you need to do now is cultivate diligently, protect the Heavenly Doctor Pavilion well, and protect Sister Wang Fang. Other things are not what we need to consider right now!"
"Okay, I understand, young sir!"
Ma Long nodded, having learned his lesson, but the next second...
"Then don't forget to save me a set of those immortal artifacts and magical treasures later on!"
"Damn it!"
Han Lang couldn't hold back anymore. He immediately lashed out and punched Ma Long's arm.
While hitting him, he also called out to Han Kang.
"Han Kang, you come too, let's beat this shameless fellow to death..."
"Ah... ah... ah..."
For a moment, the entire room was filled with Ma Long's wails and pleas...
...
The next day,
Heavenly Doctor Pavilion.
Having entered the path of cultivation, Ma Long stood at the entrance of the Heavenly Doctor Pavilion every day with an expression similar to Wang Shousheng in "Drawing Sword," and even stood guard more diligently than when he was on duty in the army.
Only when Han Lang approached would he deliberately cower and curl up in a corner, as if he had a great psychological shadow from being "beaten" yesterday.
"Master!"
As soon as he entered, Tongtong excitedly rushed forward to ask Han Lang for a hug.
Han Lang doted on his disciple immensely. He immediately picked up Tongtong and asked.
"How has your learning been recently? What part of the Shennong Materia Medica have you studied?"
Regarding this question, Tongtong looked proud.
"I've already entered the study of the Acupuncture Classic, and I'll tell you a secret, Master..."
Saying this, he leaned close to Han Lang's ear and whispered softly, "The first form of the Shenxi Hand you taught me, I've also almost mastered it!"
Han Lang was startled: "Really?"
"Mhm!"
Looking at the proud Tongtong, Han Lang found it incredible.
In such a short period, not only had he mastered the first three parts of the Shennong Materia Medica, but he had also learned the first form of the Shenxi Hand.
Could it be...
Is this the legendary genius that heaven itself chases after to feed?
This is too monstrous!
"I don't believe it! Let me test you then?"
Tongtong was even more confident: "Please ask, Master!"
"Alright! Then let's start with the Materia Medica. Please tell me, what prescription should be given for deficiency of both Qi and Blood?"
"Deficiency of both Qi and Blood often presents with thready pulses, belonging to the deficient pulse within the six categories of pulses. It has characteristics like weak, fine, and faint pulses, with main symptoms of shortness of breath, lack of speech, pale complexion, fatigue, and weakness. To treat this condition, the principle is usually to tonify Qi and nourish Blood. Many prescriptions can be used, such as Bazhen Tang, Renshen Yangrong Tang, Shiquan Dabu Tang, and so on. Taking Bazhen Tang as an example, its main ingredients include Angelica sinensis, Chuanxiong, Rehmannia glutinosa, White Peony Root, Ginseng, Poria cocos, Atractylodes macrocephala, and prepared licorice root, totaling eight herbs..."
"Heh heh, Master, don't think you can stump me with such a general condition!"
Seeing Tongtong's mischievous and clever demeanor, Han Lang nodded with satisfaction and then said.
"Indeed, very good! I didn't expect you to not only prescribe the formula but also introduce the pulse condition in such detail. It seems I truly underestimated you. Since that's the case, let me ask you again, what does the 'twin blooming lotus' pulse mean?"
The twin blooming lotus pulse is a pulse condition only recorded in the Shennong Materia Medica.
This pulse condition only appears when a woman is pregnant with twins.
Tongtong is still young and cannot possibly understand matters of female pregnancy.
Therefore, Han Kang deliberately posed this question to make things difficult for Tongtong.
But Tongtong seemed to have seen through Han Lang's intentions. He glanced slyly at Han Lang and then replied without hesitation.
"Master, I know what you're thinking, but your question won't stump me!"
"The twin blooming lotus pulse is a type of auspicious pulse, and it only appears when an aunt is pregnant with twins. Secondly, this pulse condition can be divided into three different characteristics: twin dragons blooming lotus, twin phoenixes blooming lotus, and dragon-phoenix blooming lotus. But my mother told me that the country does not allow doctors to tell patients the difference between these three, right?"
Han Lang listened and smiled in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be such a precocious child! Alright, I won't test you on the Shennong Materia Medica anymore. Show me a demonstration of the first form of the Shenxi Hand!"
Hearing this, Tongtong's little head seemed troubled: "But where should I demonstrate?"
Han Lang crouched down: "On my back! Follow the sequence of Yang Gang one, three, four, return two; Yang Dao two, return three; Shentang three, five, return seven; and finally Shenshu..."
As soon as Han Lang finished speaking, Tongtong had already extended his fingers.
Following Han Lang's instructions, he quickly tapped the major acupoints with the technique of the Shenxi Hand, finally terminating at the Shenshu acupoint.
"How was it, Master, did I do it correctly?"
Tongtong didn't seem as confident about his Shenxi Hand as he was about the Shennong Materia Medica. Therefore, as soon as he finished, he immediately asked Han Lang nervously if he had done it correctly.
Han Lang didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowly turned around and looked at him blankly, making Wang Fang next to them break out in a cold sweat for her son.
Suddenly,
Han Lang lifted him high into the air and replied with a hearty laugh.
"Correct! Completely correct! 100 points! Haha..."
Wang Fang then showed a relieved smile, as if a great burden had been lifted.
But before she could savor the moment, Han Lang's words almost made her jaw drop.
"Sister Wang Fang, I've decided. Starting today, from two to four in the afternoon every day, Tongtong will be the attending physician at the Heavenly Doctor Pavilion!"