NABC Chapter 50 Zhou Yaowen Comes to Ask for Advice
Chapter 50 Zhou Yaowen Comes to Ask for Advice
"Medicine is about benevolence and skill. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, you have to prescribe the right medicine for the right condition."
"In this world, if there are no suitable herbs, one can use the power of the divine words themselves to dispel illness and injury, but this requires understanding the effects of the power of each divine word. Hmm, let me think, which words are related to healing?"
Wang Yan rapidly typed out the possible divine characters in his sea of consciousness, sensing the different effects of their power.
It took Wang Yan a full half hour to finish his tour. He was deeply moved, shocked, and had an indescribable feeling.
It felt like a responsibility, yet also like the excitement of fulfilling some great mission.
"Although there were no gods of literature in my previous life, the ingenious use of characters by my Chinese ancestors was truly amazing! Now that I'm here, I can't let these magical seal characters continue to be obscured and only be used in the most rudimentary way."
"They should flourish in a rich and diverse world, not just be used as weapons to strengthen their bodies and fight against mystical beasts, as they are now!"
The flower of literature should be beautiful, radiant, and bloom in a riot of color, shouldn't it?
Wang Yan solemnly picked up the fine charcoal pen, wanting to try writing down the famous medical quotes that often appeared in online novels in his previous life.
The first character, "Flesh," requires very little profound energy.
Wang Yan then solemnly wrote down the second character: "death".
After all, medicine and death are opposing forces.
Uh, as soon as he wrote the last stroke, it was as if all the profound energy in his body was immediately sucked away by a bottomless pit. In just one breath, only a shallow ten percent of profound energy remained in Wang Yan's body.
Wang Yan immediately stopped writing: "No, this sentence is indeed too powerful; I can't write it. If I can't write it, then most of the other second-tier spirit sprouts probably can't either. I need to find another one."
Furthermore, the word "death god" cannot be used here at present, so any word containing the word "death god" cannot be used.
Wang Yan carefully recalled for a while and then rewrote the two divine characters "对症" (meaning "correct symptoms").
The amount of mystical energy is so small as to be negligible.
Wang Lou was overjoyed and wrote the character "药" (medicine) in succession.
The consumption of Xuan Qi suddenly doubled.
"It seems the word 'medicine' is very important."
Wang Yan muttered to himself as he tried to write the character "足" (foot) again.
After all, this character has far fewer strokes than the character "够" (gòu) or "神" (shén).
This "god" character only consumes the same amount of profound energy.
"Fortunately, it's not too difficult."
Wang Yan continued writing the two divine characters "妙手" (Miao Shou, meaning "miraculous hand").
The profound energy was reduced by only 10%.
Wang Yan's spirits lifted, and he continued writing the first-order divine character "回".
The profound energy suddenly decreased by more than half.
Wang Yan was immediately shocked: "With such a huge consumption, how can you only reach the first rank?"
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yan decided to try the last word: "Spring".
As soon as he finished writing that stroke, the dense mystic energy around him suddenly surged into his body like seawater pouring in.
Two-thirds of the Xuan Qi that had been consumed was instantly replenished.
Moreover, the body's original subtle injuries were enveloped by a warm, extremely comfortable spring, as if a elixir had been transformed into a hot spring, and the limbs and internal organs all regained their strength.
"Hmm, the saying 'With the right herbs, even the most skilled hands can bring the dead back to life' is worth a try."
Wang Yan felt a little relieved, and a slight smile curved his lips in delight.
This sentence also reflects the state of traditional Chinese medicine in the previous life.
However, the smile on Wang Yan's face quickly faded.
This sentence is used when there are sufficient appropriate herbs.
What if there aren't enough herbs to treat the symptoms?
Therefore, I need to come up with a new divine text, which can be simply combined with the power of the word "divine" itself.
After pondering for a while, Wang Yan began to try writing those divine characters that consumed little Xuan Qi but whose meanings were related to healing.
But just then, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Who would look for me at this time?
Wang Yan put down his pen in confusion, turned the passage he had written over and placed it on the table, then went to open the door.
Zhou Yaowen stood gently at the door, holding a large stack of papers in his hand.
Wang Yan quickly and politely greeted him, "Greetings, Grandmaster Zhou!"
"You don't need to be so polite." Seeing his reaction, Zhou Yaowen relaxed and then said shyly, "I recently exchanged for your 'Hearing from All Directions' combat skill, which gave me some inspiration. So I consulted with Grandmaster Qin and had some thoughts on medical divine runes that I'd like to discuss with you."
"You're too kind!" Wang Yan quickly understood and invited Zhou Yaowen into the house, led him to sit down at the desk, and then took the papers from his hand and looked them over one by one.
During this time, sensing Zhou Yaowen's gaze, she curiously glanced at the paper that he had turned over to cover it, without showing any jealousy or suspicion.
This is a kind-hearted elder.
Wang Yan pondered to himself, then quickly read through the text, organized his thoughts, and looked earnestly at Zhou Yaowen.
"Grandmaster Zhou, the main problem with these sentences you came up with is that they consume too much profound energy, right?"
"Yes!" Zhou Yaowen sighed in distress, "No matter how much I try to simplify, this is all I can do."
Wang Yan solemnly said, "During my time in the sect, I learned some characters and thought about many combinations, and I have summarized a pattern. Generally speaking, the fewer the characters for 'divine', the less profound energy is consumed."
"Unless, what they combine to become something else entirely, such as 'light' being illumination, which consumes less Xuan Qi, while 'light speed' is speed, which consumes a great deal of Xuan Qi."
"Both of the divine script combinations that I have created so far are four characters each..."
Wang Yan gave Zhou Yaowen a rough explanation of the most basic principles of classical Chinese word formation from his previous life.
Half an hour later, after he finished speaking, Zhou Yaowen was still frowning and looked completely bewildered.
"This person has a good attitude, but their sensitivity to language is really just average. Out of 100, they would only score 75 points. They could get into an ordinary first-tier university, but not a 985 or 211 university."
Wang Yan regretfully and decisively gave up explaining, and only picked up the first piece of paper that Zhou Yaowen handed him.
The inscription reads: "Expel dampness and take the Muscle-Generating Pill to help bones quickly grow muscle."
Wang Yan began to comment: "This document is very concise, according to our usual speaking habits."
Zhou Yaowen's spirits lifted immediately: "That's right, Master Qin requires that disciples in the Profound Movement Realm be able to use it. I can't use the character '疾' (Ji), so I can only use the two characters '快' (Kuai), and I can't delete any more characters."
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked directly at him: "However, if we use the disciple's method, we can delete at least half of the words without diminishing the effect, and the amount of Xuan Qi will be reduced by at least half!"
Seeing Zhou Yaowen's eyes widen in surprise, Wang Yan changed the subject again: "However, Grandmaster Zhou, if the combination I modified works, then the first creation will be my name, not yours! All those days you spent racking your brains would have been wasted!"
Among scholars, there has always been a competition for fame and for being the first to create something.
Moreover, as the first in this world, one enjoys the unique right to expand one's sea of consciousness.