Transmigration with Cheat Codes Chapter 7.2: Basic Pharmaceutical Handbook

Meng Jintang walked into the town at a slow pace and found a nearby teahouse to sit down. Due to the lingering effects of the Cold Poison, her appearance was somewhat distinctive.

Her cheeks resembled white jade, devoid of any hint of color, and she would occasionally cough. In the martial arts world, there were no face masks. To avoid being impolite, she had purchased a plain decorative hood from the system's shop and wore it when she went out.

In the present day, martial arts flourished, and even common folks would often discuss similar topics in their casual conversations. Meng Jintang attentively listened to the discussions of the barefooted men resting by the street outside the teahouse.

She discovered that the most frequently mentioned topics were the Blood Oath Association and the Dark Wind Fortress, both being infamous evil forces.

As for the Tianhua Sect, despite being regarded as the largest sect and the leader of the evil forces, its influence among ordinary people was relatively weaker due to the distant geographical distance compared to the other two.

As for the powerful factions like the Blade Maniacs, Seven Stars Sect, White Cloud Residence, and the foremost expert of the imperial court, North Linghou, regardless of their individual characteristics, they were all treated equally in the eyes of the common people.

In the vernacular of the people, they were all synonymous with being formidable and impressive.

In their conversations, there wasn't much discussion about the martial world; rather, it mainly focused on local gossip.

They talked about weddings and funerals of the locals, feng shui of houses, and even had a heated argument between two porters resting nearby about whether the town had relocated or not.

The tea server brought hot tea for the guests. The coarse tea in the teapot emitted a bitter aroma, and there were some unidentifiable stains along the edges of the teacups.

Meng Jintang glanced expressionlessly at the tea set in front of her and decided to wait until she returned to her sect before drinking water.

Among the pedestrians on the road, there were scholars and farmers, but the majority were merchants who purchased medicinal herbs.

The area around Han Mountain was blessed with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and many medicinal herbs grew on the mountains.

However, due to the presence of miasma and various venomous snakes and fierce beasts in the forest, no one dared to venture deep into its depths.

Meng Jintang paid for the tea and strolled through the streets. She planned to head towards the martial arts hall to observe the skill level of ordinary martial artists in the martial world.

The gate of the martial arts hall was wide open, and Meng Jintang could see some young people practicing with spears and staff on the open ground in front of the building.

With a quick scan, she didn't spot anyone with even a slight foundation.

Of course, considering that the cultivation of internal energy depends on opportunities, it was indeed difficult for an unknown martial arts hall in an unknown town to provide the necessary conditions for disciples to meditate and cultivate their Qi.

However, regardless of their circumstances, each of these young individuals seemed completely distracted while wielding their weapons, indicating that it was more of an issue with their learning attitude.

Suddenly, Meng Jintang stopped in her tracks. With her internal energy, her senses were much sharper than those of others. Even from a distance, she could hear the sound of crying drifting out of the hall in the wind.

An elderly doctor with a graying beard hurriedly walked out of the martial arts hall, carrying a medicine box on his back. As he walked, he shook his head, and his body language vividly conveyed the message of "this person is beyond saving."

Meng Jintang didn't need to inquire personally. The local residents around her, who were curious about the world, would spontaneously uncover all the key insider information on their own.

It was said that the mischievous nature of Lin Si, the younger son of the martial arts hall's owner, would often lead him to play in the forest. A few days ago, he accidentally went too far and had an unfortunate encounter.

He was bitten on the leg by a venomous snake hidden in the grass. Upon his return, he experienced continuous high fever that wouldn't subside. Several doctors were called, but they all declared it as incurable.

At first, there were doctors who suggested amputating Lin Si's injured leg. However, when he regained consciousness, he vehemently refused, expressing that if he were to lose his right leg, he would be unable to practice martial arts and would prefer to die.

Due to this dilemma, the Lin couple hesitated and delayed making a decision. Until today, the doctors stated that even if they were willing to amputate the limb, they couldn't guarantee saving Lin Si's life.

The apprentices in the martial arts hall, aware of the impending tragedy, lost their motivation to practice. They were simply going through the motions, their minds preoccupied with other matters.

The surrounding people sighed one after another, expressing their sympathy. They mentioned that the owner of the martial arts hall had been known for his virtuous deeds in ordinary times.

Unfortunately, his luck had taken a turn for the worse. Just a few days ago, his third son had run away from home, and now his fourth son was suddenly struck by a serious illness.

They couldn't help but wonder if they had inadvertently offended some divine being, resulting in such a calamity.

"I heard that the Lin family has sought medical help from all directions, but not a single doctor was able to save their young master. Yesterday, they sent someone specifically to the east, but they haven't returned yet."

"Weren't they saying a few days ago that the situation was critical?"

"He is young and strong, of course he can buy some more time. However, the fluctuating condition of the illness is truly tormenting."

"The venomous snakes in the forest are so formidable that the doctors in the town can't help. It's not a new thing. The neighboring town, Helu Town, to the east, is much larger than ours. Who knows, they might be able to find a good doctor there."

"It's not about finding a doctor there, but finding the Chief Head Escort of the White Horse Escort Agency to save a life! The Chief Head Escort is skilled in internal martial arts. If he's willing to lift a finger, who knows, he might be able to save a person's life."

After listening for a while, Meng Jintang changed her direction and did not return to the mountain. Instead, she walked into the Lin family martial arts hall, where the sound of crying could be faintly heard.

In recent days, the martial arts hall has experienced a great upheaval. Even though the hall owners tried their best to appear unaffected, how could they hide it from the apprentices who practiced martial arts at home every day?

The Lin couple had to both discipline the disciples and take care of their beloved son. They dared not inform the elderly father of the tragic news. It was difficult for them to handle everything with thoroughness and meticulousness in their daily affairs.

At this moment, the martial arts apprentices who were going through their routines saw a slender girl in a green dress walking towards them.

She wore a hood that concealed her face, making it difficult to see her features clearly. When she spoke, her voice was not as crisp as one might imagine, but rather had a somewhat deep tone.

"I have some knowledge of medicine, although I can't claim to be highly skilled. I was wondering if I could come and take a look at your young master?"

Meng Jintang carried the cold poison in her body. In order to avoid giving the impression that "this person is already in poor health, so her medical skills must not be great," she suppressed the urge to cough.

Additionally, due to the coarse tea she had at the teahouse earlier, she hadn't had a drink all day. There was no need for pretense; her voice naturally sounded low and hoarse.