"Half a jin of aconite!"

When Tian Yuan and Mr. Sang learned that Lin Miao had used as much as half a jin of aconite in the prescription for Mrs. Xia Yuan, they cried out in shock.

Aconite is highly toxic!

Every medical student is taught from a young age, so the use of aconite must be cautious, and it must be processed before it can be used medicinally.

Raw aconite in medicine, no one dares to use it.

"Aconite has pure tonic effects without purgative effects, spicy heat runs quickly, like a hot wind, it just passes by, so it needs to be combined with prepared licorice. Licorice has a sweet taste, gentle and can slow the wind down. Dried ginger stays put, doesn’t run. The role of these three medicines is to retain the heat. Heat is energy, the yang qi."

"Use aconite and it must be combined with licorice and dried ginger. This can neutralize its toxicity, so we can utilize the medicinal effects of aconite without worrying about the patient being poisoned by consuming a large amount. Aconite is the most important medicine in the heart-saving soup. If too little is used, it is ineffective, and if too much is used, the patient cannot bear it. How much to use requires specific diagnosis and differentiation. Mrs. Xia Yuan’s pulse was excessive, already at critical danger of losing yang due to excessive sweating. In such emergency severe illness, we must use potent medicine to reverse and revive the yang. Any hesitation, and the patient could lose the last shred of hope," Lin Miao explained.

"Mr. Lin, we are enlightened," Tian Yuan and Mr. Sang were immediately struck with admiration upon hearing this. Such a clear and vivid explanation was truly impressive, and they quickly offered their respectful thanks.

No matter how much medicine you use, bringing someone back is the hard truth, otherwise, with so much aconite, the person would have been long gone after taking it.

Even though the principle is now understood, when it comes to the actual use of medicine, no one likely has the courage. Because if the dosage is insufficient, you can’t save the person, and if it’s too much, it might also be fatal. Which physician would dare to gamble?

Having settled the matter, Tian Yuan and Mr. Sang did not stay for a meal and left immediately.

Lin Miao went to Mrs. Xia’s room.

At this time, Mrs. Xia had already woken up, leaning against a soft pillow, resting on the bed, while Xia Zhu was feeding her some ginseng soup.

This illness had severely depleted her vitality, and indeed some supplementation was needed.

The Xia family naturally does not lack such tonic, so brewing some ginseng soup to restore the patient’s vitality also helps speed up her recovery.

Sun Youwei had arrived first, such social occasions were not suitable for her and made her uneasy.

Seeing Lin Miao come in, she who was originally sitting stood up and came forward to greet him.

"Junior Brother, you have arrived."

Lin Miao nodded slightly towards her.

"Sister-in-law, how are you feeling?" Lin Miao stepped forward to inquire of Mrs. Xia Yuan, as he is now on equal terms with Xia Yuan, addressing Mrs. Xia as "sister-in-law" is appropriate.

"Lin..." Mrs. Xia Yuan, upon seeing Lin Miao, appeared somewhat excited. Her mouth drooped to one side, but her ability to speak seemed affected by the heart attack.

"It’s alright, you’re fine, these minor sequelae are solvable," Lin Miao observed and chuckled, "Senior Sister, bring my silver needles. A few needles will do."

Sun Youwei quickly brought the silver needles.

Lin Miao had Mrs. Xia Yuan slightly lift her head at an angle, using the combination of tongue three needles, stimulating the tongue tip point, sublingual points, and other points with weak stimulation, not exceeding the time of one incense stick.

Upon needle removal.

Mrs. Xia Yuan slightly swallowed and opened her mouth to say, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

"Mother, you can speak!" Xia Zhu joyfully exclaimed. Though her mother was out of danger and conscious, she still showed after-effects of drooling and difficulty speaking, like a knotted tongue.

She was worried whether this could recover, and who knew, with Lin Miao’s arrival and a few needles, her mother regained her ability to speak and stop drooling.

If Tian Yuan and Mr. Sang were to witness this scene, they would likely be dumbfounded.

Xia Yuan and the third senior brother watching also marveled at this miraculous acupuncture technique with instant results.

"This could actually recover slowly, it’s just a matter of time." Lin Miao took the chance while performing tongue three needles to also observe Mrs. Xia Yuan’s tongue coating. Compared to the bruised streaks at the side of the tongue, they were still there but had faded significantly. So, the danger has been averted, but continuous medication is needed.

"Xia Zhu, have you finished the medicine I prescribed this morning?"

"One more dose."

"Hmm, finish that dose, and there’s no need to take it again. I’ll prescribe another for your mother, starting tomorrow, one dose per day (taken twice)." Lin Miao nodded and after taking her pulse, prescribed the medication.

The formula uses the combination of Ren Shen Dang Gui Si Ni Tang: Ren Shen, Dang Gui, Gui Zhi, Shao Yao, Xi Xin, Tong Cao, prepared licorice with Chuan Qiong, Gua Lou, Xiang Fu.

After careful consideration, he also wrote down the dosage.

"I’ll go get the medicine now."

"Go fetch the medicine tomorrow morning, no need to rush now. These days, Xia Zhu, stay home with your mother, you don’t need to worry about the clinic."

"Yes, Xia Zhu, I am here and Yurou can help. If needed, ask Miss Lianxin to help issue the numbers, it won’t be difficult." Sun Youwei also agreed.

"Hmm." Xia Zhu nodded, as the father caring for the mother was somewhat inconvenient. She staying home for a few days to take care of her mother while she recovered slightly, would then be best taken care of by her father.

Given the situation at the Xia residence, Lin Miao and Sun Youwei naturally did not stay for a meal and after saying goodbye, returned directly home.

...

Back at the inn.

Lin Miao found it strange. Normally, the house would be lively at this time, so why was it so quiet today? Had everyone suddenly become well-behaved?

Especially those adopted children. When no one was home to watch over them, each one was quite the troublemaker.

"Young master..." The young maid, Ling Yu’Er, hesitated to speak.

The inn’s front hall.

This was where everyone ate and had lessons now.

Lianxin and Liansuo, the two sisters, held their swords, vigilantly shielding the women in the inn behind them. In front of them stood a man around the age of forty. His attire was somewhat different from the typical martial artist of the Da Li Dynasty. His expression was stern, and his presence like a mountain, as if taking root in the ground.

What was going on? The inn had long since ceased operations, the sign outside had been taken down, and there was a plaque at the door.

"The young master is back!"

Seeing Lin Miao return, the women made way for him, allowing him to walk to the front and face the newcomer.

"Dear friend, please understand, this inn has been bought by me as a temporary residence for my family. We do not accommodate outside guests. If you’d like to stay at an inn, turn right out the door, and about a hundred meters away, there’s a Rujia Inn..."

"Young master, we’ve explained it to him, but he just refuses to leave," Lianxin explained quietly.

Refuses to leave?

Lin Miao was taken aback. Was someone trying to stir up trouble intentionally?

"Friend, this is now private property. Please leave immediately, or I won’t be polite!" Lin Miao pointed toward the door, his voice cold.

The man’s eyes flashed sharply as he stared intently at Lin Miao for several moments. "Are you Mr. Yi?"

"What Mr. Yi, friend? You’ve got the wrong person. I’m Lin Miao, a physician who heals and saves lives," Lin Miao denied flatly.

"So similar, too similar..." The man suddenly began to tremble with excitement.

Was this man delusional?

"Friend, if you don’t leave now, we’ll have no choice but to escort you out," Lin Miao said darkly. If the man still refused to leave, he’d have Lianxin and Liansuo remove him.

"I am Yin Sihai, here to meet the young master!" The man suddenly knelt on one knee, loudly greeting with overwhelming excitement.

"What? Friend, you must be mistaken. I’m not your young master!" Lin Miao hurriedly denied, guessing a few things in his mind. This Yue Mei really was causing trouble.

But it shouldn’t be. This man bore the surname Yin, and Yue Mei bore the surname Yue. Si Miaoxue had told him that while the Yin and Yue clans both descended from a common ancestor within the Moon Worship Sect, they were like water and fire, their multitude of conflicts ensuring that encountering one another was a volatile affair.

The Moon Worship Sect had seven great surnames: the three upper surnames were the Ji surname from the sect leader’s line, the Yue and Yin surnames; the four lower surnames were Si, Shan, Duanmu, and Wu respectively.

Among the Moon Worship Sect, these seven surnames were the most numerous, with the Ji surname belonging to the sect leader’s line, akin to a royal lineage in secular terms.

For millennia, though only certain bloodlines could inherit the supreme position, this lineage also produced many talents, known as the Holy Clan. Among the women of Si Miaoxue’s generation, several Ji women were nominated as candidates for Consort Yue, one of whom was tied with Si Miaoxue as one of the Saint Heir’s four attendants, her name was Ji Feifei.

Then there’s the Yue and Yin surnames. Initially, the Saint Heir’s four attendants didn’t include Yue women. Instead, the other two women were of the Yin and Wu clans.

The high-end strength of the Ji clan had dwindled, with the fewest number of experts in the Meridian Passage Realm among the three upper surnames except for the sect leader. The Yin clan, burdened by Mrs. Yin, had many members purged. Currently, the Yue clan held the greatest power within the Moon Worship Sect.

The Yue clan also won over the Shan and Duanmu families, the Si family remained independent and rarely participated in conflicts. As for the Wu clan, their population was the smallest, but they held mysterious heritages, boasted strong high-end strength, and were responsible for the moon worship rituals and the sect leader’s bloodline identification.

Now this man was claiming to be Yin Sihai; could he be from the Yin clan?

Though the Yin surname wasn’t exclusive to the Moon Worship Sect, when someone named Yin Sihai suddenly showed up, knelt, and called him "young master," it wasn’t unreasonable for him to ponder the man’s identity.

"Young master, we can’t be mistaken. You’re our young master, just like Mrs. Xun," Yin Sihai stepped forward excitedly.

"Hold on, I don’t know any Mrs. Xun. Brother Yin, don’t randomly claim relations," Lin Miao promptly stepped back, while Lianxin and Liansuo swiftly drew their swords to block him.

"There’s no mistake, young master. You are Mrs. Xun’s son, the young master of our Yin clan!" Yin Sihai exclaimed excitedly, "You must have forgotten. When you were taken away by Mrs. Yin, you were just over six years old. Ten years have passed, the memories of childhood may have faded..."

Childhood memories, Lin Miao truly didn’t recall much. Though he had inherited the original’s memories, he only accessed them when necessary, mostly letting them sleep, and over time, those dormant memories might blur and fade, much like a magnetic disk losing magnetism and developing bad sectors, it was unavoidable.

Unless he copied them periodically, overwriting the original memories.

He distinctly remembered being born in Baihe County, the son of a hunter. When young, he went hunting with his father in the mountains, got separated in the forest, ran without knowing how far, exhausted and famished, collapsed, and was then saved by Sun Simiao, who was out gathering herbs.

Sun Simiao later helped him search for his father but only found some discarded clothes, all covered in blood.

This meant his father had been killed by wild beasts while hunting, and eaten.

He had no mother; if she were alive, no father would take a six-year-old hunting in the mountains without another option.

As a result, with his mother dead and father slain by beasts, an orphan without parents, he was adopted by Sun Simiao.

His background was clear, unrelated to the missing Saint Heir of the Moon Worship Sect.

As for Yin Sihai saying he closely resembled "Mrs. Xun," that was just a problem with his eyes, or blindness.