Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Huang Feihong was taken aback by his question and subconsciously made a calculation.

Chen Wen is quick at seeing patients and his diagnoses and prescriptions are straightforward, but even so, it still takes time for a patient to go from entering the room to leaving.

Even if I work non-stop, I can only see 30 to 50 patients a day, which is my limit.

And this doesn't even include those difficult and complicated cases that require repeated diagnosis and treatment.

"At most... fifty or sixty, that's the maximum," Wong Fei-hung replied.

"Yes." Chen Wen nodded, his gaze falling on the ragged people outside the door. "I'm all alone, with just my two hands, I can only see a few dozen people a day at most."

"But how many people in Foshan need medical treatment and medicine? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Can I possibly see them all?"

"I can't keep up with everything."

Chen Wen withdrew his gaze and suddenly pointed at Yan Zhendong.

"This Master Yan is a master of martial arts, full of passion. He kept telling me that he wanted to find those who deserved to die and kill them to his heart's content."

"What?!" Huang Feihong was startled and instinctively looked at Yan Zhendong. In broad daylight, in front of the clinic, openly declaring murder?

Yan Zhendong's expression darkened slightly when he heard himself mentioned.

He let out a soft hum from his nose, but did not refute it.

Chen Wen waved his hand:

"That's not the point. The point is that I once asked him a question."

"Even if the enemy stands still and lets you kill them, how many can you kill at once with your bare fists?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhendong felt somewhat embarrassed and retorted in a gruff, stiff voice:

"Killing one is better than doing nothing!"

Watching the two talk, Huang Feihong felt both absurd and troubled.

It's okay to give examples when you're talking, but who gives an example of murder?

Chen Wen's way of thinking is truly extraordinary.

But Huang Feihong was quick-witted, and he vaguely understood Chen Wen's meaning.

"Brother Chen, I think I understand what you mean. You're saying that one person's strength is ultimately limited, whether it's killing or saving someone."

"Even with extraordinary abilities, the scope that one pair of eyes and one pair of hands can cover is only a small area."

"When I was young and just starting out in medicine, I was full of ambition, wishing I could cure all diseases and save all the sick in the world. But after traveling around for many years and seeing more, I realized that human strength has its limits."

"So, on this point, I somewhat understand Master Yan's thinking. I only have these two hands; if I can save one, I will! I will do my best and have a clear conscience!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen slowly shook his head and let out a soft sigh.

"Even if you do your best, the number of people you can save in a day is still very limited."

"Can you save the people of just a few streets? Can you save the entire city of Foshan? Can you save Guangzhou? Or even the 400 million people in the world, and those compatriots suffering overseas who are in the same predicament?"

"You can't save him, and neither can I."

"No doctor, not even one revered as a miracle healer, could save him."

Upon hearing this, Wong Fei-hung was shocked, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Save the people of this world? Save the people of the whole world?

This...this idea is too outrageous, almost delusional!

Even the bodhisattvas and deities in mythology probably wouldn't dare say they could save the world from all suffering.

He really didn't understand what Chen Wen was trying to express, or rather, what he wanted to do.

"Brother Chen," Huang Feihong's voice deepened, "what exactly do you want to say? And what do you want to do!"

Chen Wen did not answer directly, but pointed to the door.

"Master Huang, look at these cases I've seen today. Infantile malnutrition, night blindness, diarrhea, gynecological masses... these are all very common, aren't they?"

Huang Feihong nodded: "It is indeed a common disease among the people, especially in poor families."

"What about the treatment methods? Are they complicated?" Chen Wen pressed.

Huang Feihong thought for a moment and said, "Your treatment methods are all appropriate and quite inexpensive."

He had to admit that Chen Wen's method was indeed simple, direct, and extremely low-cost.

"That's right." Chen Wen nodded vigorously. "We don't need to sit and wait for patients to come to us and treat them one by one. We can spread these simple and effective treatment methods."

"So that people with minor illnesses won't need to come to us anymore, and can find solutions on their own."

"If more people understand basic prevention knowledge and can handle minor illnesses themselves, wouldn't that mean there are more 'doctors'?"

"Wouldn't that mean we could reach more people and save more lives?"

Huang Feihong was stunned. He followed Chen Wen's line of thought and realized it was true.

If ordinary people knew some basic medical knowledge, many minor illnesses could indeed be treated without seeking medical help, saving time, effort and money.

But this idea is too bold and too unconventional.

Medical knowledge?

This has always been a secret passed down from master to apprentice and from father to son; it's never taught openly.

Chen Wen continued:

"As for the medicinal materials that woman needs, they are a bit more complicated and not easy to prepare herself."

"Then we can also try a different approach: prepare the medicine for treating these common diseases in advance and make it into a fixed pill, for example, call it 'Guizhi Fuling Wan'."

"You can just buy ready-made pills and take them home. This saves you the trouble of getting the medicine, weighing it, and decocting it, and also reduces the possibility of errors. In the same amount of time, you can treat more patients with similar conditions."

Huang Feihong nodded thoughtfully.

"This is not particularly novel. Some clinics do prepare 'seasonal prescription' medicine packs in advance for seasonal epidemics, making them convenient to use."

Chen Wen shook his head again.

"Master Huang, your method is okay, but it's not enough!"

"I'm talking about a more thorough approach! Look at this prescription, it contains cinnamon twigs. When we prepare the medicine, we give the patient a piece of cinnamon twig, a piece of poria cocos, and a handful of peony bark..."

"But what the patient's body really needs are certain specific components in these medicinal materials."

"Most of the cassia branch is useless; what we need is the small amount of effective substance that can warm and unblock the meridians!"

"The same applies to other medicinal herbs such as Poria cocos, Paeonia suffruticosa bark, peach kernel, and Paeonia lactiflora!"

"Most of it is useless and unnecessary!"

"If we could find a way to extract the truly useful essence from these medicinal herbs, remove the ineffective or even potentially harmful impurities, and then use this essence to make medicine!"

"This kind of medicine will be more effective, more stable, easier to take, and more accurate in dosage. Moreover, because impurities have been removed, the potential side effects will also be reduced."

"The same medicinal materials, processed in this way, may be able to save more lives."

Huang Feihong was stunned and murmured:

"Take the essence and discard the dross!"

"I understand the principle, but how can I put it into practice? When we study medicine and use medicine, we follow the experience passed down from our ancestors. We know that a certain medicine is cold or hot in nature, enters a certain meridian, and treats a certain disease."

"But what exactly are these 'active ingredients' you're talking about? Where are they hidden in the medicinal herbs? How are they extracted?"

"Is this really possible?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen frowned sharply, and for the first time, a look of annoyance appeared on his face:

"Master Huang! Our ancestors were limited by the technology of their time; they could only achieve that much! They had done the best they could!"

"But if those ancient sages like Zhang Zhongjing and Hua Tuo were to travel through time and come to the present, they would definitely be more enlightened than you!"

"Our ancestors dared to perform craniotomy and scrape the bone to remove poison!"

"Master Huang, you're the one who's truly stuck in the old ways! Don't blame everything on our ancestors!"

These words, like a string of arrows, left Wong Fei-hung speechless.

Huang Feihong opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that although Chen Wen's words were harsh, they were not entirely without reason.

Am I the one who is truly foolish?

The inner room was silent, with only faint noise coming from outside the door.

Yan Zhendong couldn't understand the arguments about medicine, but he could sense the indignation and power in Chen Wen's words, and he clenched his fists involuntarily.

Thirteen Aunt and Toothbrush Su were both astonished, looking at Chen Wen and then at Huang Feihong, whose expression was constantly changing.

A while later.

Huang Feihong took a deep breath to suppress the turbulent thoughts in his mind.

She looked up at Chen Wen again, her eyes filled with complex emotions: confusion, shock, a hint of displeasure at being offended, and a deeper curiosity and inquiry.

He stopped arguing about those things and instead asked the biggest question:

"Brother Chen, what exactly are you trying to do!"