Soon, the three doses of medicine were prepared, and the staff respectfully handed them to Chen Fan.
Seeing Chen Fan about to leave, Chang Qing quickly offered to personally escort him home.
Chen Fan glanced at the large pile of medicinal herbs in his hand and finally agreed.
Chang Qing, beaming with excitement, took Chen Fan to the car and personally drove towards the urban village.
Driving was much faster than taking the bus. It only took about ten minutes to reach the southern suburbs via the elevated highway.
Chen Fan thanked him and immediately went upstairs with the three large bags of medicinal herbs.
However, upon returning home, Chen Fan realized he had forgotten to buy a clay pot specifically for stewing medicinal herbs.
Iron pots could not be used to stew medicinal herbs, as the iron element might damage their components. Therefore, Chen Fan went downstairs again to buy a clay pot before returning home to start brewing the medicine.
Chen Fan first took out one dose of medicinal herbs. In fact, he had bought so much in case he failed, preparing two extra doses for himself.
Following the proportions and order recorded in his mind, Chen Fan first put the ginseng and nettle grass into the clay pot.
He stewed it over high heat, stirring continuously with chopsticks until all the medicinal herbs were mashed.
Every ten minutes, Chen Fan would add different medicinal herbs to the pot. Soon, the entire room was filled with the rich aroma of traditional Chinese medicine.
After two hours, the entire large bag of medicinal herbs was finally put into the clay pot.
Fortunately, the clay pot Chen Fan bought was large enough; otherwise, the herbs wouldn't have fit.
Then, Chen Fan turned the heat down to low, covered the clay pot, and began to simmer it continuously.
It wasn't until two in the afternoon that Chen Fan checked the time and opened the clay pot.
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!" Just then, Qin Shuran's bedroom door was opened.
Qin Shuran, wearing a pink pajama set, walked out of the room with a frown.
The kitchen was right next to Qin Shuran's room. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Chen Fan busy in the kitchen.
But when Qin Shuran saw the room filled with gray smoke, her sleepiness vanished instantly. She looked at Chen Fan in astonishment and asked, "Chen Fan, what are you doing? Are you trying to burn down the kitchen?"
"What on earth are you making? Why does it smell so bad, like traditional Chinese medicine and a foul odor?"
Qin Shuran was going crazy. She was sleeping soundly when she smelled the scent of Chinese medicine. The smell of Chinese medicine was fine; as a doctor, she could tolerate it. But that foul odor was unbearable for Qin Shuran, making her eyes water.
"I'm brewing some traditional Chinese medicine," Chen Fan replied with a smile.
"It stinks! Hurry up and open the window!" Qin Shuran, choking, walked into the kitchen and opened the kitchen window.
Instantly, a gust of fresh air came in, and Qin Shuran felt much better.
"What are you brewing? Why does it smell so bad?" Qin Shuran asked, pinching her nose.
"It's for strengthening the body, to be applied externally. Do you want to try it?" Chen Fan asked.
Qin Shuran looked at the dark, viscous liquid in the clay pot and almost threw up. She gave Chen Fan a look of disgust and turned back to her room, warning Chen Fan not to close the window.
Chen Fan could only agree helplessly. The reason he wanted to close the window was to avoid complaints from the neighbors.
He also found the foul odor somewhat unbearable, but fortunately, he had finished making this batch of muscle-building paste.
As for whether it was successful or effective, Chen Fan would have to try it himself to know.
Carrying the clay pot, Chen Fan returned to his bedroom, quickly took off his clothes, and applied the dark muscle-building paste to his body.
What Chen Fan found magical was that as the muscle-building paste was applied to his skin, there was no burning sensation at all; instead, it felt cool and refreshing.
Apart from the smell, Chen Fan could tolerate everything else.
After about a few minutes, Chen Fan had applied the muscle-building paste to all four limbs.
Chen Fan stood still and waited. An hour later, Chen Fan noticed that the muscle-building paste on his legs, which had been applied first, had started to scab and then peeled off his legs in patches.
As if undergoing a rebirth, Chen Fan was shocked to discover that his legs seemed to have become incredibly strong.
Before Chen Fan could recover from his shock, the muscle-building paste on his arms also began to peel off. Chen Fan clenched his fists, and the feeling of power made a joyful expression appear on his face. He knew that the muscle-building paste had worked!
After taking a shower to wash away the foul odor, Chen Fan emerged from the bathroom looking refreshed.
However, Qin Shuran also came out of her room at this time, her expression looking quite displeased.
Chen Fan asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"It's all because you've been stinking up the place. I lost my appetite for lunch, and my previous two meals have turned into three," Qin Shuran said.
"Alright, I'll treat. Let's go out to eat now," Chen Fan readily agreed.
Qin Shuran's expression improved slightly upon hearing that Chen Fan would treat them to a meal.
After a simple wash, Qin Shuran and Chen Fan went out. They were on night shift again today and wouldn't have a break until tomorrow afternoon.
They arrived at the Sichuan restaurant, ordered some dishes, and prepared to eat before heading to the hospital.
Just as Chen Fan took a couple of bites of food, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and saw an unknown number.
However, Chen Fan still answered the call: "Dr. Chen, hello, I'm Ma Siyuan from the First Hospital."
Ma Siyuan's voice came from the phone, sounding somewhat anxious.
"Director Ma, what is it?" Chen Fan asked.
"Dr. Chen, it's like this. We have a patient at our hospital whose condition is quite serious, and we'd like to invite you to consult. Do you have time?" Ma Siyuan asked urgently.
Chen Fan checked the time and said, "I have an hour and a half before my shift. You can pick me up in the urban village."
"Thank you, Dr. Chen. I'll send a car to pick you up right away!" With that, Ma Siyuan hung up the phone.
About twenty minutes later, a Passat arrived at the entrance of the Sichuan restaurant. Chen Fan first asked Qin Shuran to go to the hospital, and then he got into the car and headed to the First Hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Ma Siyuan led Chen Fan towards the orthopedics department.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the orthopedic intensive care unit was rather somber.
"Vice President Xiao, it's a comminuted fracture, and the knee is completely shattered. Furthermore, the bone has pierced a blood vessel. At this point, amputation is the only option, otherwise, there will be a life-threatening danger!" a middle-aged doctor said to a middle-aged man with a grim expression.
"Yes, Vice President Xiao. I know this is difficult for you to accept, but if we delay any further, he probably won't last another hour," another middle-aged man advised.
"Dad, I don't want to be amputated. I don't want to become useless. I don't want to be legless! Without legs, how can I live in the future!"
In the ward, the young man lying on the hospital bed had his legs wrapped in bandages, with blood seeping from them, looking quite terrifying.
"Is there really no other way besides amputation? When will that divine doctor Ma mentioned arrive?" Vice President Xiao asked, still unwilling to accept the situation, looking at everyone.
"Vice President Xiao, even if we invited an orthopedic expert from Kyoto, the result would be the same. The earlier the surgery, the lower the risk," an elder standing beside Vice President Xiao replied.
"No, no, I don't want to be amputated, I don't want to be amputated! I want to wait for that divine doctor. Dad, I want to wait for that divine doctor!" the young man cried out desperately.
Vice President Xiao looked at the young man with heartache, then waved his hand at the elder. He knew that if surgery wasn't performed soon, the young man's life might be in danger.
"Click!"
Just then, the door to the orthopedic consultation room was suddenly pushed open.