kvmb Chapter 389 Song Ming Pharmaceutical
Chapter 389 Song Ming Pharmaceutical
Murong Qingfeng leaned back in his sandalwood chair, his pale fingertips unconsciously stroking the teacup beside him, making soft, rustling sounds. He hadn't coughed once during the long conversation with Song Ming. Song Ming was also very happy chatting with Murong Qingfeng; this old man, despite his illness, still kept a close eye on the outside world.
Just as Song Ming was gazing at the flickering candlelight, familiar footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by Murong Qing's cheerful voice: "Godfather, Cousin Nanxi and I are back!" Before he finished speaking, the carved wooden door creaked open, and Dong Nanxi, accompanied by the gentle breeze from outside, stepped into the house with Murong Qing.
Murong Qingfeng's eyes lit up instantly, and he struggled to stand up. Dong Nanxi rushed forward to support him, her movements gentle yet firm, saying, "Father, don't move, be careful not to strain your back." Murong Qingfeng looked at the child of the woman he had missed for so many years, his eyes filled with concern: "Nanxi, can't you not go back? The affairs in the Southern Frontier are complicated, and my illness won't get better anytime soon. Don't delay important matters."
Upon hearing this, Dong Nanxi laughed heartily, "It's alright. Wenyou has gone back, and the reins of this land were going to be handed over to him anyway. I've already talked to him about it recently. Don't let his young age fool you; he's only 12, but he's very capable." His eyes softened, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. "As for Ling'er, that's my wife. Now that she's handed things over to Wenyou, she's much more relaxed. Lately, she's been spending time with her parents, playing with the children. I'm free here. I thought I'd keep you company. After a while, once you're better, we'll take you all over the country. We'll see the misty rain of Jiangnan and the grasslands of the north—I guarantee you'll make up for all the suffering you've endured while sick!"
Murong Qingfeng listened, his eyes slightly reddening, and nodded with a smile: "Alright, alright, once I'm better, I'll go out and play with you all. Let this old man see the world again. I'll leave this place to Qing'er." Song Ming could see that the old man truly understood; he didn't leave everything to Dong Nanxi just because Dong Nanxi had returned, but to Murong Qing, to avoid the two brothers turning against each other.
Before long, the servants quickly brought dinner to the table. The once quiet room suddenly became lively because of Dong Nanxi's arrival.
On the table were several plates of vibrant green vegetables, seemingly still glistening with morning dew, exuding a delicate fragrance. Beside them sat a dish of neatly sliced braised beef, its color enticing and mouthwatering. Next to it was a bowl of braised pork belly, its glossy red color and irresistible aroma clearly indicating meticulous preparation. In addition, several bowls of steaming white rice sat around, each grain plump and glistening.
Although the dishes on this table weren't lavish, each one was exquisitely prepared. These seemingly simple meals actually revealed the host's thoughtfulness. It turned out that Murong Qingfeng hadn't had a good appetite lately; greasy and meaty foods made him nauseous. Therefore, this meal was mainly prepared for Song Ming and Dong Nanxi.
Dong Nanxi sat down casually, picked up her chopsticks, and immediately grabbed a large piece of beef, stuffing it into her mouth with relish. She ate with gusto, praising, "This meat is stewed to perfection, tender and flavorful, no worse than the whole roasted lamb in a fancy restaurant!" Song Ming, on the other hand, sat quietly to the side, picking at some vegetables and occasionally sipping the soup, rarely touching the beef. Murong Qingfeng, seeing this, was somewhat surprised: "Doctor Song, is this meat not to your liking?" Song Ming smiled gently and put down his chopsticks: "Master Murong, to be honest, I've always had a light diet and don't really like meat. But these vegetables are refreshing and delicious, just what I prefer."
The meal proceeded smoothly and harmoniously. What was even more surprising was that Murong Qingfeng didn't cough again. Usually, he would stop to catch his breath after only a few bites, coughing until his face was red and swollen. But today, he ate the entire meal peacefully. As night deepened, a servant came to ask if they should continue brewing the previous medicine. Song Ming pondered briefly, then said firmly, "No need. Master Murong's condition today should be much better than in recent days. The previous medicine was too bitter and cold; taking too much would harm his spleen and stomach. I've prepared some milder, more nourishing medicine today; starting tomorrow morning should be more suitable."
After the meal, Song Ming went straight back to the room Murong Qingfeng had prepared for him. On the windowsill inside, various herbs gathered by the servants were neatly arranged. Song Ming gently closed the door, took a deep breath, and let his consciousness sink into the mysterious space in his mind.
This space, like a rare treasure bestowed by heaven, exudes a captivating and gentle aura. The moment he stepped into this space, he felt as if his entire body was enveloped by a soft power, making him feel incredibly comfortable and at ease.
In the very center of the space, an ancient and solemn medicine furnace stood quietly. Its material seemed extraordinary, its surface shimmering with a strange and captivating luster, as if it contained endless mysteries. Song Ming carefully placed the various herbs he had collected during the day into the furnace one by one, then his hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals on the furnace's surface like fluttering butterflies.
Surprisingly, with the aid of this mysterious medicine furnace, the herbs melted and fused several times faster than outside! The medicine-making process, which originally required a great deal of time and effort, now became incredibly easy and simple. Song Ming couldn't help but exclaim, "Having this space is so convenient!"
As time passed, a rich medicinal aroma gradually emanated from the furnace, a fragrance like a clear spring, refreshing and invigorating. In just a short while, Song Ming successfully refined many round and plump pills. These pills were not only smooth in appearance but also shimmered with a faint halo, clearly indicating they were not ordinary elixirs but carefully crafted treasures.
Song Ming carefully placed the pills into individual porcelain bottles and sealed them. He then took out the paper and ink he had prepared beforehand and neatly wrote down the pills' effects, methods of administration, and precautions on the labels. "Pills are convenient to take, much better than drinking medicine every day," he muttered to himself. "Master Murong has been ill for a long time and is weak. These gentle tonic pills will surely help him gradually recover."
Outside the window, night had fallen, and all was quiet except for the flickering candlelight inside, illuminating Song Ming's focused figure. He gazed at the neatly arranged medicine bottles on the table, a sense of peace washing over him. He hoped these medicines would help Murong Qingfeng recover soon. That way, his acquaintance with Old Master Murong wouldn't have been in vain. Song Ming felt there was still much to explore in this space. Now that he had finished his business, he washed up and went to sleep, allowing his subconscious to enter the space once more.