Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 195 - 195 195 Shennong Materia Medica

195: Chapter 195 Shennong Materia Medica 195: Chapter 195 Shennong Materia Medica Not until the next morning could Qin Han deftly respond to the Sword Qi of the Sword Array, whose intensity also diminished until it finally subsided.

At this time, Qin Han’s face was pale, and his body bore numerous scars, but his eyes were filled with a glint of excitement.

“My Sword Dao is complete!” Qin Han murmured softly.

A smile appeared on Qin Han’s face.

In previous battles, he had always used palm techniques to fight his opponents, not because he didn’t know how to use weapons; on the contrary, his swordsmanship was his strongest skill.

It was simply that none of the opponents he encountered inspired the desire within him to draw his sword.

Standing still, he regulated the surging Inner Strength within his body until his injuries stabilized.

Then, Qin Han snorted coldly, “I want to see what kind of trickery you have here.”

After speaking, the Fish Intestine Sword was in hand.

“All Swords Return to the Source!”

An uncountable number of Sword Qi burst forth from Qin Han’s hand, thoroughly overturning the space before him.

After a full day and night of countering the Sword Qi, Qin Han’s Sword Dao had finally reached perfection, and he grasped the legendary swordsmanship—All Swords Return to the Source.

The place overturned by the Sword Qi revealed an exquisitely crafted wooden box, adorned with two majestic golden dragons, Qin Han bent down to open the box, and inside he found an ancient tome made of animal hide.

Luckily, Qin Han was well-versed in calligraphy and had delved deeply into seal script; he recognized the characters on the ancient text.

“Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic!”

Staring at the artifact before him, Qin Han drew in a cold breath.

This was the Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic, named after Shennong who became legendary for tasting hundreds of herbs.

The records left in the world do not mention the Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic, but rather the Shennong Herbal Classic.

The Shennong Herbal Classic originated during the Han Dynasty, compiled by many ancient medical practitioners and attributed to ‘Shennong’.

It is one of the four classic medical texts of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, only a few medical practitioner families knew that there actually existed a true Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic.

Originally, it had been destroyed in remote antiquity, but it was not lost, for it had been in the hands of a personal guard who followed Shennong.

This guard was extraordinarily intelligent, with a photographic memory.

After the original was destroyed, he remarkably managed to transcribe the Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic from memory.

After writing the last character, the guard passed away due to the immense mental exhaustion.

It was not until the Qin dynasty, during that historic event of book-burning and burying of scholars, that the book mistakenly resurfaced in a descendant’s home of that guard, and since then the Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic re-emerged in the world.

To prevent the medical text from being destroyed again, a highly respected traditional Chinese medicine practitioner entrusted the text to a child, instructing him to hide his identity and preserve the book.

Thus, this sacred tome of medical knowledge vanished again into the annals of history.

Not until the Han Dynasty recompiled the Shennong Herbal Classic did this holy text reappear, yet at least 60 percent of the content in the newer compilation resembled what was in the original Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic, which is why its teachings have been passed down to this day.

But among some secluded families of medical heritage, the Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic is referred to as the Shennong Medicine Canon!

Qin Han’s hands, trembling slightly, held up the thick animal hide tome before him, his heart also filled with immense excitement.

This was a sacred tome of medical knowledge from the dawn of the Dragon Nation’s civilization, and even someone as composed as Qin Han could not control his emotions at this moment.

Carefully placing the ancient tome into his backpack, Qin Han took a deep breath and spoke to the sky.

“Great Ancestor of Medicine, I, Qin Han, swear in this life never to let down the grace bestowed upon me!

I will surely spread the medical skills contained in this book far and wide!”

Qin Han did not look back as he walked toward the path he had come from.

His exit was much quicker than Ling Yarou and the others—it took him less than half an hour to appear at the gate of the scenic area.

It was early in the morning, and there weren’t many tourists around.

Although Qin Han was somewhat disheveled, and there were even traces of blood on him, it only drew a second glance from the tourists.

Having been trapped for a day and a night, he finally made it out, feeling somewhat as if he had been reborn.

Just as Qin Han stepped out of the gate and steadied himself, he was suddenly embraced by a figure.

Instinctively, he thought to strike back, but when he recognized who it was, he discreetly withdrew his force.

“Why is it you?” Qin Han asked with mild embarrassment, gently pushing away the person in his arms, and spoke coolly.

The woman who had thrown herself into Qin Han’s arms was none other than Ling Yarou.

He was surprised that she had not left yet.

Ling Yarou’s face was flushed red, her head lowered in a shy manner.

She had waited for Qin Han for an entire day and night.

Just when she thought something had happened to him and was about to give up, the man she was concerned about showed up at the entrance of the scenic area.

Unable to control the excitement in her heart, she couldn’t help but rush into Qin Han’s embrace.

It was only when he gently pushed her away that she realized her actions were somewhat improper.

After all, she and Qin Han were mere acquaintances, far from familiar with each other.

It was just the worry and longing of the past day and night that made her lose control.

After her impulsive act, faced with Qin Han’s question, she was too shy to speak.

She couldn’t possibly confess that she had been waiting for Qin Han, could she?

Seeing Ling Yarou’s behavior, Xiao Mei patted her own forehead in resignation, murmuring to herself, “This girl keeps denying her feelings for him.

If she wasn’t smitten, she wouldn’t be this emotional.

But she really is too timid.

I guess I’ll have to help her.”

“Ya Rou has been waiting here for you for a whole day and night!” Xiao Mei approached with a smile on her face.

Qin Han glanced at Ling Yarou and asked flatly, “You’ve been here waiting for me?”

“Um… this…

It’s too dangerous here, I was afraid something might happen to you,” Ling Yarou’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s.

Qin Han looked at Ling Yarou, puzzled, and asked softly, “Is there something wrong?”

“You saved my life, how could I not worry about you?” Ling Yarou came up with this feeble excuse in her desperation.

Qin Han smiled faintly and said, “It was just a simple gesture, no need to take it to heart.”

He was extremely perceptive—a needle couldn’t be dropped without his noticing.

How could he not know Ling Yarou’s feelings for him?

The affection in her eyes was plain to see.

However, his heart was dedicated solely to Song Yuwei, and no matter how difficult it was to pretend ignorance, that is what Qin Han had to do.

“I still don’t know your name,” Ling Yarou mustered the courage to ask.

“Qin Han,” he answered lightly.

“Qin Han…” Ling Yarou repeated before saying, “Your name is good, Qin Dynasty, Han Dynasty, Qin Han!”

At her words, Qin Han just smiled briefly and did not respond.

“Did anything happen to you in there?” Ling Yarou asked, then felt foolish for saying it.

If something had happened, Qin Han would not be standing here in one piece.

“There were some close calls, but my wife and kids are waiting for me at home, so I must take my leave.

Until we meet again!” Qin Han stated, cutting through the awkwardness decisively.

This time, Ling Yarou did not try to hold him back.

She simply stood there silently, her gaze fixed on Qin Han’s retreating figure.