I Can See Through Everything - Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Memory and First Aid

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When Lu Qing saw this reminder note, he was stunned.

Then he smiled.

His special ability really could surprise people from time to time.

He was just worrying about how to finish the “Catalogue of Materia Medica”, but he didn’t expect a pillow to be delivered so soon.

Without hesitation, Lu Qing chose to download.

[Downloading, current progress, 1%…]

Lu Qing waited quietly, but after a long time, he didn’t see the progress bar move.

He was stunned for a moment, thought about it, picked up the “Catalogue of Materia Medica”, and slowly flipped through it from the beginning. Sure

enough, as he flipped through it, the download progress bar began to move.

[1%, 2%, 3%… 98%, 99%, 100%]

[Catalogue of Materia Medica has been downloaded. Do you want to study it?]

When Lu Qing finished flipping through the entire “Catalogue of Materia Medica”, his special ability also indicated that the download was complete.

At the same time, a new note appeared.

Lu Qing directly chose to study.

The next moment, a flood of information flooded his mind, like a revelation, allowing him to quickly memorize and comprehend the contents of the “Hundred Herbal Classic.”

From the outside, Lu Qing appeared to be staring blankly at the book, no one knowing what was going on inside his mind.

“This art of herbal medicine is truly vast and profound.”

After a while, Lu Qing regained his composure, a look of awe on his face.

By now, he had memorized the entire “Hundred Herbal Classic”

and had a basic understanding of its contents.

He knew the names and properties of the various herbs described by heart.

Of course, this understanding was still theoretical.

Next, he would need to compare and study them with actual herbs to truly grasp the “Hundred Herbal Classic.”

However, even this memorization process had already made Lu Qing realize the vastness and depth of herbal medicine.

The “Hundred Herbal Classic” contained hundreds of herbs, but that represented less than one-tenth of the hundreds of herbs found in the world.

The combination and variation of these herbs could create a myriad of healing formulas—truly miraculous.

Understanding the wonders of herbs intensified Lu Qing’s interest.

Although he had already memorized the entire book, he continued to flip through the pages of the “Bai Cao Jing,” revisiting the old and learning the new.

Old Doctor Chen had been inside, waiting for Lu Qing to consult him.

After a long wait, with no sign of Lu Qing, he ventured out into the courtyard to investigate.

He saw Lu Qing engrossed in the “Bai Cao Jing.”

In another corner, Xiaoyan was catching butterflies, not disturbing her brother.

Seeing this, the old doctor felt a surge of relief.

It seemed Lu Qing wasn’t just talking about his interest in herbs.

Otherwise, how could he be so captivated by such a dull book like “Bai Cao Jing”?

However, the “Bai Cao Jing” wasn’t so easy to understand.

Just as Old Doctor Chen was about to ask Lu Qing if there was anything he didn’t understand,

he heard anxious cries from outside the courtyard.

“Doctor Chen, is Doctor Chen home?”

“I’m here.”

Hearing the panicked voices outside, the old doctor hurried out to greet them.

Lu Qing was also startled and stood up with the book in hand.

Then he saw several villagers carrying an unconscious person in. The old doctor directed them to place the person in the middle of the yard.

Lu Qing recognized the unconscious man at a glance. He was from the same village, a villager whom he should call Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao was soaked, his face was ashen, his abdomen was swollen, and he was unconscious.

“Come on, disperse first, let me take a look.”

The old doctor gave the order to put the man down, and then waved his hand for the villagers to disperse.

No one dared to disobey the old doctor’s words, and immediately stood far away.

One of them just stepped in front of Lu Qing.

Lu Qing gently tapped his shoulder: “Brother Da’an.”

The villager was startled, turned around, and saw that it was Lu Qing. He was immediately surprised: “Lu Qing, why are you here?”

“Don’t talk about this for now.” Lu Qing said softly, “What happened to Uncle Zhao?”

“He fell into the water. If we were not nearby, he would have been washed away by the river.” Wang Da’an replied.

“How did he fall into the water?” Lu Qing was surprised. “Don’t you usually go fishing together?”

“He wasn’t with us today. He went fishing somewhere else.”

“Where?”

Wang Da’an’s face faltered. He glanced around and whispered, “It should be where you caught that big fish yesterday.”

“…” Lu Qing paused for a moment. “That’s not where he should have fallen into the water. I made that spot pretty smooth.”

“I don’t know about that. We heard his cries for help, and when we got there, he was already in the river, swept far out and nearly drowned.”

Wang Da’an continued, then suddenly, as if remembering something, added, “Oh, by the way, when we rescued Old Zhao, he was still holding his fishing rod tightly, but the line had already broken.”

Lu Qing fell silent again. A sudden guess occurred to him.

But he still asked, “Uncle Zhao, can’t he swim?”

“No, if he could swim, how could he have drowned? The current wasn’t very fast where he fell.”

“…” Lu Qing was speechless.

Uncle Zhao, who doesn’t know how to swim, went to the river to fish alone, and even dared to go into the river to grab the rod. How unreliable is he?

Based on years of fishing experience, Lu Qing has basically guessed the reason why Uncle Zhao fell into the water, but whether it is true or not, we have to wait until he wakes up to know.

Lu Qing looked towards the center of the yard.

At this time, Doctor Chen had also learned from other villagers that Uncle Zhao’s coma was caused by falling into the water.

He immediately pinched Lao Zhao’s mouth open to see if there was any foreign object blocking it.

After confirming that there was no foreign object, he immediately pressed his hands on Lao Zhao’s chest and abdomen.

I don’t know what method he used, but he saw him press lightly with both hands, and the next moment, Lao Zhao screamed and spit out a large mouthful of turbid water.

Then the old doctor pressed his hands again, and Lao Zhao spit out another mouthful of turbid water.

In this way, the old doctor pressed continuously, and every time, Lao Zhao would spit out a mouthful of turbid water.

After seven or eight times, the turbid water he vomited out became less. After more than ten times, Old Zhao, who had been in a coma, suddenly coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

“He’s awake, he’s awake!”

“Old Zhao is alive!”

“The old doctor is really amazing!”

The villagers shouted in surprise.

At the same time, they were full of admiration for the medical skills of Old Doctor Chen.

When they lifted Old Zhao up just now, they saw that his chest was almost motionless and they thought he was going to die.

Unexpectedly, the old doctor’s miraculous hands brought him back to life.

Old Zhao coughed for a while and slowly regained consciousness.

He looked at the people around him in a daze: “Where am I?”

(End of this chapter)