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Chang Tai glanced into the room. The space where the scholar's wife lived was quite cramped; upon entering, there was a table, and beside it, a simple Bamboo Bed. At the head of the bed was a redwood chest, on top of which sat a bamboo basket used for needlework, containing a half-finished piece of men's clothing. Next to the basket, there were many folded garments, with the topmost being the newest—a collection of men's undergarments. It was evident that the mistress had indeed put in considerable effort, just as Xing Ruyi had said.
Chang Tai thought for a moment and walked over to the scholar's parents, saying, "Both left hand and right hand are your own hands; both palms and backs are your own flesh. In life, while it is inevitable to have some biases, one must understand in their heart that family should not be overly divided."
"Your words are noted; we will remember them," the scholar's parents exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly grim and uncomfortable.
Seeing that there was nothing more for her to do here, Xing Ruyi took the fox and entered the study. Due to the Guanyin soil, it could not be expelled easily from the body, nor could it be digested or excreted naturally. Therefore, she could only resort to the most traditional method of inducing vomiting. With the aid of ghostly techniques and corresponding medical methods, she aimed to help the patient gradually recover.
Clinically, any medication primarily aimed at promoting vomiting can be termed an emetic. Common traditional Chinese herbs include those that Xing Ruyi had asked Chang Tai to buy, such as Gourd Seeds, Rhizoma Pinelliae, and Changshan. Generally, these types of medicines are potent and often toxic with significant side effects; thus, strict control over dosage is required during use.
Xing Ruyi prepared these herbs separately and then dried and ground them into powder before mixing them using ghostly techniques. Finally, she formed them into pills about the size of mung beans. When administering to patients, she would bind their abdomen with a wide cloth strip to induce vomiting. If a patient was weak and could not vomit immediately after taking the medicine, she would gently touch their throat with clean goose feathers or her fingers or encourage them to drink more hot water to enhance the medicine's efficacy.
The scholar's brother had ingested only a small amount of Guanyin soil; after taking an adequate dose of medicine, he immediately showed improvement. Although he had not expelled all of the Guanyin soil from his stomach, his complexion had noticeably improved. The scholar's wife's condition was more severe; although she also underwent induced vomiting, it was followed by dizziness.
"Ruyi, what happened to my wife?" After finishing his own vomiting session, the scholar's brother rushed to check on his wife's condition. Seeing her dizzy state made him anxious.
"It's nothing serious; it's just that Madam has always been weak. After consuming Guanyin soil without eating anything else, her body became even weaker and couldn't handle the effects of the medicine at once. You should step outside; I need to perform emergency treatment on the patient. This method is a family secret and cannot be observed by outsiders; I hope you understand."
"Everyone go out; don't disturb Fox Demon while saving people!" Chang Tai helped usher everyone out of the room while leaving only the fox inside. The rest were sent outside under Chang Tai's watchful eye.
Inside, Xing Ruyi carefully assessed the scholar's wife's condition and found it somewhat concerning. Although some Guanyin soil had been expelled through induced vomiting, her frail body could hardly withstand the side effects of the medicine. The interaction between both issues led to new complications.
"Yin Chensi, what should I do? I think I've caused trouble!" After checking the pulse of the scholar's wife again, Xing Ruyi looked at the fox with some self-reproach: "Before this was merely luck in saving some people; I actually thought I could act as a doctor. Now look—I've failed to treat her properly and might end up causing her more harm."
"Don't worry; as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you," said the fox as it approached and cast a quick glance: "Moreover, my wife Ruyi Rouge’s reputation is not something that can be tarnished."
"Do you have a solution?" Xing Ruyi's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again. "The method of cutting the stomach to retrieve the soil, I've thought of that too, but given the current situation, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it. Yin Chensi, is your method feasible?"
"Even if it's not feasible, for the sake of the reputation you've built at Rouge, I will make it work. Don't worry, with me here, everything will be resolved." The fox held Xing Ruyi's shoulder and gently seated her on a nearby chair. "Just sit and rest; leave the rest to me."
Xing Ruyi nodded, saying nothing more.
The fox approached the bed and lightly beckoned with his hand, unexpectedly drawing out the soul of the scholar's wife. Then, in front of that soul, he extracted her internal organs, first removing all the Guanyin soil from her stomach, then repairing some diseased organs on her internal organs before thoroughly cleaning everything. After finishing, he placed them back inside her body. Finally, while the soul was still in shock, he sent it back into her physical form. The entire process seemed to take no longer than a sip of water. Xing Ruyi was stunned and amazed, not only because the scene was so eye-catching but also due to the fox's impressive skills.
"Yin Chensi, you are so amazing!" Once she regained her senses, Xing Ruyi jumped into the fox's arms, planted a kiss on his cheek, then checked the scholar's wife's breath and pulse. Confirming that she was out of danger, she returned to the fox and looked at him with admiration. "Darling, you were simply incredible just now. Thank goodness you're my husband; if you were someone else’s, I would definitely be jealous to death. But not just jealous—I would have to kill whoever had you and knock you out to take you back."
"You really have some wild thoughts," the fox said as he tapped Xing Ruyi's forehead. "Alright! Let them all come in now. The scallion soup you instructed earlier should be ready to use."
Xing Ruyi stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, got up to open the door, and pointed at the scholar's wife on the bed. "It's fine now, but the patient still needs to rest well; recovery takes time."
"Is she really okay?" both the scholar and his brother asked almost simultaneously.
"Of course she's fine! If she weren't, you could come find me at Rouge; I, Xing Ruyi, will take full responsibility."
"The lady misunderstood; we just can't believe that sister-in-law has recovered so quickly. What you can do is not just medical skill; it's practically divine magic."
Xing Ruyi thought to herself that it was indeed magic. Moreover, Qingqiu's Nine-Tailed White Fox is inherently a half-demon half-god existence. However, since it wasn't her performing the magic herself, hearing others praise it still made her feel somewhat shy.
"Aunt Sheng, has the scallion soup you helped brew been finished? If so, please bring a bowl over for your daughter-in-law to drink. After a moment, she will wake up. Also, when she wakes up, she will feel hungry in her stomach; however, remember that even if she's very hungry at that time, she should try to hold off on eating immediately—especially greasy or fried foods that are hard to digest should be avoided until she's fully recovered."
"We've noted everything down. Don't worry; Lord Chang can rest assured that we will treat our daughter-in-law well in the future and take good care of her without letting her suffer any grievances. Also, I discussed with my child’s father just now about changing our eldest daughter-in-law’s room since it’s dark and doesn’t get much light for a woman living there; it has heavy yin energy. Therefore, we plan to move our son's study over here instead. Although that study isn't much bigger than this room either, at least it faces the sun. Besides, my grandson is growing up; having a more spacious room for his mother would allow him more room to move around."
"Indeed, I also think it's inappropriate for my sister-in-law to live here with my elder brother. As for the study, I believe this place is quieter and more suitable for reading," the scholar chimed in. Xing Ruyi curled her lips, not revealing the scholar's true intentions. He was not genuinely willing to swap houses; it was merely due to the silver she had previously given him and the unpleasant smell left from her alchemy in his study. However, changing houses would ultimately be a good thing for the scholar's brother and sister-in-law, so there was no need for Xing Ruyi to expose the underlying reasons.
Just as they had finished dealing with the scholar's brother and sister-in-law, Shengzi rushed in. He was the one who had caused trouble earlier at the tavern, and now he had been found. Upon hearing this, Xing Ruyi naturally wanted to see what was happening. As for Chang Tai, he had official duties and needed to capture that person and conduct a thorough inquiry.
Xing Ruyi and Chang Tai left the scholar's house one after another, with only the fox leisurely following behind. He noticed that when Shengzi found that person, the scholar's eyes flickered, clearly showing signs of unease. The fox quietly kept this observation to himself before turning to leave.
On Zhuque Avenue, the most bustling street in Luoyang City, a magical illusion was unfolding at the entrance of a tavern. This person, dressed like an ordinary commoner but with a bald head marked by a scar on top, claimed to be a monk from Golden Mountain Temple. He said he had learned a set of spells from an immortal he encountered and had thus left the Buddhist path to save all beings on his own. First, he molded clay into the shape of a pig and then recited a spell; the pig began to wriggle. Reciting another spell made it emit sounds just like a real pig. After a third incantation, the pig actually jumped into the air and ran into the crowd. The monk laughed heartily as he caught the pig again and handed it over to the tavern keeper to prepare as a dish for the guests. Although the guests found the taste of this pork unsatisfactory, they still remarked that it felt just like real meat. However, just as one guest finished speaking, he immediately vomited, expelling nothing but mud.
The guest was furious and attempted to grab the monk to hit him, but the monk remained calm and pointed at the mud on the ground. "Do you think you were eating pork? You were consuming dirt instead. Dirt is the foundation of all things; nothing can grow without it. You ate it and then vomited it back up—what you expelled is also dirt—but you believe you were tricked. Yet consider this: this pig was originally transformed from dirt; you saw it clearly yet still chose to eat it—why is that? Was I forcing you to eat it? What you consumed was dirt from start to finish; why do you want to strike me over this?"
The guest was momentarily speechless by the monk's questions. After a moment of daze, he regained his composure but grew even angrier.
"Sir, your anger is quite intense—could it be because what was stuck in your stomach has finally been released? Then please look down at what you just vomited; what is wrapped within that dirt?"
The guest looked down and saw something dark mixed in with the mud. When he brushed it aside, he discovered it was a fish bone. He remembered that he had eaten fish recently and had accidentally swallowed a bone while enjoying his meal. It had lodged uncomfortably in his throat, forcing him to swallow it whole. He realized that perhaps because of that fish bone, he had felt discomfort in his abdomen these past few days—nausea and pain had plagued him intermittently. After hearing what the monk said, he suddenly felt relieved; that uncomfortable sensation that had been bothering him for days vanished.
"Master?"
"Amitabha! You finally understand!" The monk clasped his hands together and softly chanted a phrase.
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