Chapter 370 - The Pulse-warming and Heart-nourishing Soup (1/2)

“Nonsense!” Hua Zi’an grew so angry that his beard shook. “I’ve been a Chinese medicine practitioner all my life, but I’ve never seen anyone fill prescriptions without weighing it.”

“I’m really in a hurry, Senior Hua,” Qin Haodong uttered. “If you don’t believe me, check it out.”

Then he went on.

Hua Zi’an snorted, thinking that the young man refused to be convinced until he was faced with grim reality. “How many notoginseng did you just catch?” He asked.

“105 grams.”

Qin Haodong answered without looking back.

Hua Zi’an picked up the notoginseng and put it on the scale. Then his eyes widened in surprise because the scales showed exactly 105 grams.

“How is that possible? It must be a coincidence,” he thought and then asked. “How many fleece-flower roots did you catch?”

“325 grams.”

Hua Zi’an checked it again and found it was exactly the same.

“What about the Bodhi leaves…”

“160 grams…”

“What about Herba Abri…”

“230 grams…”

After verifying six or seven herbs one by one, Hua Zi’an finally believed that the young man had the unique ability. The weight of the herbs Qin Haodong grabbed by hand was exactly the same as that of he weighed.

Composing himself, Hua Zi’an stepped forward and asked, “Buddy, how did you do this?”

His anger at Qin Haodong had turned into admiration, even calling Qin Haodong buddy.

“I used to fill prescriptions with my grandfather when I was very young. If you catch too many, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Qin Haodong gave a random reason, then pulled the herbs together and poured them into a nearby pot of boiling herbs.

“What’s your prescription, buddy? Why didn’t I see that?”

Hua Zi’an, who had been involved with traditional Chinese medicine for many years, could tell what it was for by looking at the herbs if it was an ordinary prescription. However, he had no idea what Qin Haodong’s prescription was for.

“Senior Hua, I’ll tell you later. I’m in a hurry to save a patient with this medicine.”

Qin Haodong said, going to boil these herbs.

Hua Zi’an was so curious about Qin Haodong that he wouldn’t let him leave. He hurriedly said, “Just ask Zhao Ying to do this kind of small matter. Let’s have a good talk.”

Then he called a young nurse nearby.

The nurse was called Zhao Ying, who was specially equipped for the consulting room of traditional Chinese medicine. She was always lazy and late every day. Anyway, the benefit of traditional Chinese medicine clinic was poor. She did not worry about being deducted bonus. Qin Haodong didn’t see her just now because she was late.

“Zhao Ying,” called Hua Zi’an, “go and boil the herbs.”

Qin Haodong didn’t want to curb the old man’s enthusiasm, so he gave Zhao Ying the pot and repeatedly told her what should be paid attention to during the process of boiling the herbs.

“I know!” Zhao Ying impatiently replied and took over the pot.

As soon as she turned around, she pouted and thought to herself, “It’s just boiling herbs. What a long-winded man! Do you really think of yourself as a Medical Sage?”

When Zhao Ying went to boil the herbs, Hua Zi’an immediately pulled Qin Haodong to sit down and asked eagerly, “Buddy, what’s going on? What kind of medicine are you making? What is it for?”

“This medicine is called Pulse-warming and Heart-nourishing Soup, which has extremely powerful effects on protecting and nourishing the heart…”

Qin Haodong then told Hua Zi’an about what happened, and then concluded, “There’s only an hour left, so I need to get the soup ready as soon as possible to increase the success rate of the operation!”

Hua Zi’an gaped at his words. He had studied traditional Chinese medicine all his life, but he had never heard of the Pulse-warming and Heart-nourishing Soup.

“Buddy, is this medicine okay? Will it work or not? Does it really protect the human heart?”

“Of course it will work. It concerns a human life. How could I possibly joke about that!” Looking at the confusion on Hua Zi’an’s face, Qin Haodong smiled and said, “Senior Hua, when this operation is over, you will know the effect of the Pulse-warming and Heart-nourishing Soup.”

“Oh!” Hua Zi’an gives a dubious response, and then started talking to Qin Haodong again.

As the conversation progressed, his surprise grew because he realized that Qin Haodong’s understanding of traditional Chinese medicine had reached an incredible level.

At first, he wanted to test Qin Haodong, so he asked him some questions about traditional Chinese medicine to see how the young man was doing in traditional Chinese medicine. As a result, he marveled at how well Qin Haodong answered and understood traditional Chinese medicine better than he did.

Then the conversation turned into an equal exchange, and then Hua Zi’an consulted Qin Haodong on a few problems. Hua Zi’an got to the heart of his perennial doubts, but no matter how hard his questions were, Qin Haodong was quick to come up with near-perfect answers.

“Who did you learn medical skills from, buddy?” Hua Zi’an asked with an admiring look on his face.

“It’s handed down in my family. I learned it from my grandfather!” Qin Haodong replied.

“That’s very impressive. I have lived for more than seventy years, and you are the most accomplished doctor of traditional Chinese medicine I have ever seen. It’s rare for a doctor to have such excellent medical skills at such a young age. Maybe the legendary Medical Sage Qin Haodong isn’t as good as you.”

Qin Haodong smiled, but said nothing. He didn’t have to compare himself.

Both of them had a genuine love for traditional Chinese medicine, so they had a good talk. More than half an hour passed quickly, and then Zhao Ying came back with the medicine pot, and said, “The medicine is ready.”