Falling into the mortal world

Lan Qingqing thought of her father's foot and decided to ask a doctor to take a good look at it. When Lan Qingqing suggested that he see a doctor, her father hesitated, after all, his leg had been injured for several years and it was impossible for it to be cured any longer.

Seeing his daughter's expectant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. In the end, Mr. Lan went to town with Lan Qingqing. Feng Caidie's leg had also fully recovered by now, so she went to town with Lan Qingqing as well.

Upon arriving in town, Lan Qingqing entered a clinic.

The doctor at this clinic happens to be the same one who treated Lan Xiaotian's injuries last time.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the old doctor was surprised and rushed forward to greet him. Since the last time, he had been going to the tofu shop every few days, hoping to see how the girl who had lost too much blood was doing. But each time he went, he didn't see her.

Could that special treatment really have saved her life? After all, the woman's pulse indicated she was on the verge of death. It's extremely rare for someone to survive such severe injuries.

The old doctor said, "Young lady, it's you! I said I'd come for a follow-up appointment a few days ago, but I haven't seen you since. I wonder how that woman is doing now."

Lan Qingqing pointed behind her, "Are you talking about this person?"

The old doctor looked in the direction Lan Qingqing was pointing. It was that woman. The old doctor could hardly believe his eyes. Normally, she would have to lie in bed for at least twenty days, but the person in front of him was perfectly fine, and only eight or nine days had passed. This didn't make sense!

The old doctor fell into self-doubt.

It took the old doctor a while to recover from his self-doubt.

"Young lady, are you skilled in medicine?" the old doctor asked.

Lan Qingqing said frankly: No, I really don't know how.

Then why did you think of washing the wound with alcohol and stitching it up with a needle?

Lan Qingqing explained: "I once met a wandering healer who did this and I remembered it."

The old doctor was shocked. This was indeed a miracle doctor. He had only shown a little skill and yet he was able to save a life.

Lan Qingqing said: "The doctor came here today mainly to check my father's leg. Can you take a look at my leg and see if there is any hope for it?"

After calming down, the old doctor came over to examine Lan's father's leg. He felt around the bone and concluded that it was dislocated. "This must have been going on for quite some time," the old doctor asked.

Mr. Lan said: It's been more than five years.

The old doctor said, "This injury is quite old. If you had come to see me when it happened, it would have been easier to treat. Now that so much time has passed, the bones have healed crookedly and are not easy to reset."

Lan Qingqing said anxiously: Is there no other way?

The old doctor stroked his beard and said, "It's not that there's no way to cure it; there are still ways to treat it."

Both Lan's father and Lan Qingqing looked at the old doctor with expectant expressions.

Seeing the expectant looks on their faces, the doctor simply said that the only solution was to break the leg bone and set it again.

Upon hearing this, Lan Qingqing immediately felt that this method would not work. Not to mention whether breaking it again would be effective, the pain of having bones broken was something that most people could not bear.

Lan Qingqing asked: "Is there any other way?"

The old doctor shook his head and said, "No."

Father Lan said: "If we break it and reassemble it, can it be cured?"

The old doctor said: It's not certain that it can be cured, but the chances of it being cured are relatively high.

Mr. Lan said: What will happen if my leg can't be cured?

The old doctor said: "It can't be cured. At worst, things will stay the same as they are now."

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Lan said, "In that case, I'm willing to give it a try."

Lan Qingqing stopped him, saying, "Father, why don't you think about it again? This is no small matter after all."

"Yes, Uncle, let's discuss it." Feng Caidie chimed in, trying to persuade him.

Mr. Lan said, "It's just suffering again, but I can bear it. I originally thought my leg was beyond saving. Now that there's hope for a cure, I still want to give it a try. At worst, my leg will be the same as before."

Lan's father insisted, and Lan Qingqing, seeing that she couldn't persuade him otherwise, had no choice but to agree.

Lan Qingqing asked the old doctor if he had any meth powder. She didn't want her father to suffer like that.

The old doctor asked Lan Qingqing what Mafeisan was.

Well, so this era still has anesthetics. I guess I'm just asking for nothing. Lan Qingqing thought to herself.

The old doctor was clearly intrigued by the anesthetic Lan Qingqing had mentioned. He wondered what this anesthetic was and if the doctor could enlighten him.

Lan Qingqing said: This anesthetic can relieve pain, temporarily eliminate the sensation of pain, and numb the nerves.

The old doctor was incredulous. Did such a miraculous medicine exist in this world? Why had he never heard of it before?

Lan Qingqing said: I've only heard about it, but I've never actually seen it.

The old doctor, who had practiced medicine his entire life, discovered from this young girl that he still had a lot to learn.

Lan Qingqing asked: Shall we make our move now?

The old doctor said: "Now that it's confirmed, we can begin."

Mr. Lan said: Let's begin now!

The old doctor took out a small hammer, lifted up Mr. Lan's trouser leg, and gestured at the bone-crushing area. Just as the old doctor was about to begin...

Lan Qingqing said, "Wait a moment, doctor. I'm going to strike the acupoints on my father's lower limbs. That should ease the pain a little." Although the doctor didn't fully understand what Lan Qingqing meant by acupoints, he nodded in agreement. Lan Qingqing then struck her father's acupoints with her fist.

Mr. Lan felt a sudden weakness in his lower limbs, and the old doctor continued to strike him with the hammer. Mr. Lan cried out in pain. If Lan Qingqing hadn't applied the acupoints to numb him, Mr. Lan would have been in even greater agony.

Sweat dripped from Lan's father's forehead.

The old doctor tapped the leg bone and began to realign it. The leg bone was precisely realigned, and Mr. Lan's brows furrowed in pain.

The old doctor used a splint to fix Mr. Lan's legs together.

Lan Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the old doctor was finally better.

Mr. Lan was lying in bed, fast asleep. Since it was not suitable for him to move around, he stayed at the old doctor's clinic.

The old doctor looked at Lan Qingqing and said, "Young lady, would you be interested in learning medicine from me? My medical skills may not be as good as that miracle doctor's, but I'm not a quack either. I can easily treat minor ailments and pains."

Lan Qingqing never expected that the old doctor would want to take her as his apprentice.

Lan Qingqing thought for a moment and then said, "Sir, I have many things to take care of at home. If I were to become your apprentice, I certainly wouldn't be able to come to the clinic every day. Also, my reputation isn't very good. I wonder if you mind?"

The old doctor said, "It's alright. I've heard about your situation. I'm quite old now, and I don't really care about reputation. Besides, I only believe what I see. You're a good child. Don't let worldly concerns hold you back. Come and learn whenever you have time. I just think you're quite talented, and I don't want to waste such a promising talent. How much you learn is up to you."

Lan Qingqing knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old doctor. Feng Caidie took a teacup and handed it to Lan Qingqing, who then offered the tea to the old doctor. "Master, please have some tea," the old doctor said, taking the teacup and taking a sip.

Then he took out a jade pendant from his pocket and said, "I don't have anything else to give you, so I'll just give you this jade pendant!"

Lan Qingqing took the jade pendant and kowtowed, saying, "Disciple thanks Master."