Travel through the heavens

Yu Huacheng was the first to come to his senses and said angrily, "What are you talking about, you silly boy? Why did your master drink your blood?"

Fang Muye said excitedly: "My blood may be able to cure your illness, Master!"

"Nonsense! How can human blood cure diseases?" Yu Huacheng was even more angry. He looked at Yang Tianchun and said, "Doctor Yang, you are a great doctor. Tell him that human blood can cure diseases?"

Yang Tianchun answered firmly: "No."

After looking at the following, Mu Ye continued, "It is not recorded in any medical book, and Mr. Li Shizhen opposed the use of human blood or human organs as medicine. There is a ridiculous saying among the people that blood-soaked steamed buns can cure diseases. I believe that the God must have heard of it, so he made the mistake of seeking medical treatment in a hurry. It is also out of concern for you, Master Yu, please don't blame him too much."

Yu Huacheng sighed, his tone became gentle, and he said earnestly: "Silly child, I know that you are concerned about me and cannot accept this matter for the time being, so you said such crazy words, but everyone will die, and I can accept it calmly, so why should you be so secretive?"

Yang Tianchun also advised, "Yes, Master Shen, you must take good care of Master Yu in the future. Don't let the blow make you lose your mind and become devastated."

Fang Muye also came to his senses at this time, realizing that he had indeed been reckless just now.

Yu Huacheng and Yang Tianchun had no idea that he had eaten the elixir of immortality. Even if you told them, they would not believe it. If they were in your shoes and had not experienced it personally, they would also find it unbelievable and think that the person who said this had a problem with his brain.

Fang Muye's mind moved, and he had an idea. He immediately apologized: "Master, Doctor Yang, I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions for a moment."

Yang Tianchun smiled and said, "Master Shen, please take good care of Master Yu. I will go back to the clinic first. I will prepare the medicine and send it to Master Yu later."

Yu Huacheng said, "Thank you, Doctor Yang. Sanyan, please send Doctor Yang off on behalf of your master."

"Master Yu, I will take my leave now." Yang Tianchun carried the medicine box, nodded to Yu Huacheng, and left with Fang Muye's farewell.

When they got outside, Yang Tianchun said to Fang Muye, "Okay, Master Shen, please stay and go back to take care of Master Yu."

Fang Muye clasped his fists towards Yang Tianchun, then turned around and went back into the house.

"Master, please lie down and rest for a while. I will call you when the medicine is ready."

Yu Huacheng nodded, and lay down with the help of Fang Muye. Although he was awake, his cold symptoms had not yet healed, and his body was weak. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Muye just sat quietly in front of the bed without moving an inch.

About half an hour later, He Xiaolan came with a dozen packets of medicine.

"Master Shen, there is a patient in the clinic. My eldest brother is busy right now, so he asked me to bring the medicine over." When He Xiaolan heard that Yu Huacheng had fallen asleep, she did not go into the house. Instead, she stood in the yard and talked to Fang Muye.

"These two are for treating colds. Take one at noon and one at night. These ten packets are for strengthening the body. They are mild and suitable for Master Yu's current body. Take one packet every night. When you're done, let us know and we'll prepare more for Master Yu."

"Okay, thank you, sister-in-law. Here's the money for the medicine..."

Before Fang Muye could finish, He Xiaolan said, "Don't mention the money for the medicine. The clinic is busy right now. I'll go back first."

Fang Muye was not polite and said, "Okay, sister-in-law, take care."

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

Although Yu Huacheng's cold symptoms improved after a day, his mental state was much worse than before, and his body was not as strong as before. The obvious symptoms were that his appetite decreased and his body was extremely afraid of cold.

Fang Muye bought him some thick cotton clothes and there was a roaring brazier burning in the room every day. Fang Muye was sweating even in his thin clothes, but Yu Huacheng didn't feel hot at all.

Seeing this, Fang Muye bought him a hand warmer, which is a charcoal stove that can be held in the hand and filled with charcoal ash that is still warm. He can use it to keep warm wherever he goes.

Ever since Yu Hua fell ill, Fang Muye moved to Yu's house and took care of his daily life personally. Apart from handling necessary matters, he never left for a moment.

When the weather was fine, Yu Huacheng would sit in the sun with a hand warmer in his pocket, watching Fang Muye practicing boxing and swordplay in the yard. When the weather was bad, Yu Huacheng would sit by the brazier in the house, watching Fang Muye practicing horse stance in the hall, his eyes always filled with satisfaction.

In addition, when Fang Muye was giving Yu Huacheng the medicine for strengthening the body and nourishing the essence, he would secretly drip his own blood into it. Because he was not sure about the right time to add the blood, he tried different ways, either adding it at the beginning of the decoction, adding it during the decoction process, or adding it after the decoction was finished.

When Yu Huacheng took the medicine for the first time, he noticed something strange in it. He sighed inwardly but said nothing. He drank the medicine in one gulp with a complicated expression.

More than ten days passed like this. Fang Muye saw that Yu Huacheng's health not only did not improve, but was getting worse. He became extremely anxious and wondered if he had used the wrong method.

On that day, Yu Huacheng had just finished dinner and was sitting on the armchair in the hall, warming himself by the brazier. Fang Muye walked in with a bowl of blood in his hand, looking pale. He knelt directly in front of Yu Huacheng and said, "Master, I beg you to drink this bowl of blood as if it were my wish."

Yu Huacheng was heartbroken and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you doing this? You added blood to my medicine every day, but you were afraid that I would find out, so you didn't dare to add more. I thought you were being filial and didn't expose you, thinking that you would stop when you saw that it didn't work. But you actually went even further and hurt yourself like this. How can I deal with you?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Muye said rather shamelessly: "My blood has already been shed. If you don't drink it, I can only pour it out. Master, if you can't bear to see your blood shed in vain, then forget it."

Yu Huacheng was so angry that he laughed: "You dare to play such a scoundrel with your master. Well, this is it for this time. From now on, you should not add blood to your master's medicine again. If you do it again, your master will expel you from the sect and commit suicide in front of you."

Fang Muye immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, one last time." Then he held the bowl in front of Huacheng.

Yu Huacheng took the bowl and looked at the blood in the bowl with a complicated expression. Finally, he let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and drank it with his head tilted back.

Perhaps Yu Huacheng's threat of death worked, or perhaps he realized that his own blood was really useless, Fang Muye finally gave up this method.

As time went by, Yu Huacheng's body became increasingly weak, and he looked haggard and listless. He spent less and less time sitting each day, and by February he was basically lying in bed, and his sleep time became longer and longer.

After Yang Tianchun came to see him, he just shook his head and told Fang Muye to be prepared and to inform him at any time if necessary.

One day, Fang Muye was guarding by the bed when Yu Huacheng suddenly woke up with a bright look in his eyes.

Fang Muye hurriedly took a half step forward, squatted in front of the bed, held Yu Huacheng's hand, and said with a smile: "Master, you're awake." But his heart sank all the way to the bottom.

Yu Huacheng asked seriously, "My good disciple, do you still remember what the master told you about the key to practicing Xingyiquan?"

Fang Muye immediately replied: "It's about the mind, not the form. The way of boxing is to place the mind in the palace."

Yu Huacheng smiled and said calmly: "Good! Good! I have no regrets in my life to have a good disciple like you, but..."

Fang Muye held Yu Huacheng's hands tightly and said, "Master, I know. Don't worry!"

Yu Huacheng showed a knowing smile on his face. He looked at Fang Muye steadily until the light in his eyes faded and he slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Muye's heart ached, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably. He put down Yu Huacheng's hand, stood up and took two steps back, then knelt in front of the bed and kowtowed three times to Yu Huacheng: "Master, rest in peace!"

On February 22, the fifth year of the Guangxu reign, Yu Huacheng passed away and it snowed heavily.