From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor-Chapter 410 - 384: Mastery Reaching Perfection

This formula is well-structured, following a gradual process; once the yin energy is replenished and the excessive yang is balanced, the mind naturally becomes stable. The more Zheng Peian observes, the more he feels that such a combination is truly comprehensive and exquisite. A genius! A divine healer!

After Xu Chunliang finished the acupuncture and moxibustion, he looked at Monk Tonghui, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, and said: "Wake up, wake up!" He bent the middle finger of his right hand and flicked it on the monk’s forehead.

Monk Tonghui shivered as if roused from a dream and opened his eyes to see the two strangers before him. He said in astonishment: "Where do you two donors come from?" As he moved slightly, the chains on him clanked, and it was only then he realized he was bound by chains.

Xu Chunliang said: "Master Tonghui, there is no need for panic. Director Zheng is here specifically to treat you, and it is thanks to his acupuncture that you are now clear-headed."

Zheng Peian felt his old face heat up, feeling secretly ashamed. I clearly did nothing, yet now I have to take all the credit. You’ve given me such a favor, in the future, I can only repay you by offering myself to your little aunt; otherwise, I would have no way to return this favor. I’m determined to take this role of brother-in-law!

Xu Chunliang went out and called Mo Han and the others inside. The Mute Monk, seeing Tonghui regained his senses, happily danced around, fetching the keys to help relieve Tonghui of his restraints. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Although Mo Han was mentally prepared for Xu Chunliang’s miraculous medical skills, seeing Tonghui recover his senses so quickly was still astonishing. This guy’s medical skills have truly reached a divine level.

After Master Tonghui regained his mind, the Mute Monk simply tidied up in a nearby meditation room, shaved off his hair and beard, and changed into monk robes.

While he was tidying up, Zheng Peian copied the prescription Xu Chunliang gave him to deepen his impression so that he would have a method to deal with similar conditions in the future.

Meanwhile, Xu Chunliang sipped leisurely on the goji tea from his thermos.

Mo Han’s clear and sharp eyes looked at Xu Chunliang, then at Zheng Peian, somewhat regretting having left at the time. She should have stayed to see how they were treated.

Mo Han asked: "Director Zheng, in your opinion, will Master Tonghui relapse?"

Xu Chunliang responded: "That’s a pretty low-level question. Director Zheng is not some miracle-working deity; Master Tonghui has been ill for a whole three years. Do you think he can be cured so quickly?"

Mo Han rolled her eyes and said: "In my eyes, Director Zheng is indeed a miracle-working deity."

Zheng Peian felt extremely awkward inside. Please don’t involve me in your bickering. I’m just here to help cover up. He just pretended not to hear, focusing intently on copying down the prescription. Oh no, what was that one ingredient again? He wanted to pull out his cheat sheet, but with Mo Han right there, it was hard to take it out openly.

Fortunately, Xu Chunliang called Mo Han out. The two went to the Great Hall, where the Maitreya Buddha was enshrined. Although the small temple appeared dilapidated, this statue of Maitreya Buddha was exceedingly exquisite. Xu Chunliang asked: "Did you donate it?"

Mo Han said: "Truly, nothing can be concealed from you. If a person is too smart, they will have no friends."

Xu Chunliang said: "At least you have some self-awareness." This shabby little temple surely didn’t have much money, but Mo Han had money.

He burned three sticks of incense to the Maitreya Buddha and asked Mo Han: "What is your relationship with Master Tonghui?"

Mo Han said: "A person with whom I have a karmic connection. Master Tonghui is kind-hearted and profoundly learned, and I couldn’t bear to see him fall into such a state, so I offered my modest help."

Xu Chunliang said: "Buddha saves all beings, but you save Buddha; Donor Mo, you are truly a living Bodhisattva."

Mo Han couldn’t help but laugh, as beautiful as a snow lotus on an ice mountain. Even Xu Chunliang, with his composure, found himself momentarily dazed. A surge of wariness arose in his heart: lust is a blade on the top of one’s head; succubus, do not disturb the firm resolve of this leader.

Mo Han looked up at the statue and said: "People and Buddha are merely different in name. The saying goes, ’Put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha instantly.’ This sentence is enough to prove that everyone can become a Buddha."

Xu Chunliang said: "I don’t understand Buddhist teachings, and I don’t want to become a Buddha."

Mo Han softly said: "Do you want to become a demon then?"

Xu Chunliang said: "Turning into a Buddha or a demon is just a single thought away. I still want to be a grounded person, an ordinary person."

Mo Han shook her head: "Someone like you can never be ordinary. It’s like a wolf; even if it hides its big tail, it’s still a wolf!"

"Calling me names!"

Mo Han said: "An onlooker sees clearly. Please trust my judgment."

A middle-aged monk in grey robes walked into the hall. If Mo Han hadn’t called out, "Master Tonghui," Xu Chunliang would hardly have recognized that the gentle-looking monk before him was the same manic and deranged Tonghui from before.

Monk Tonghui looked around fifty years old, with a dignified appearance, and his every move carried an air of elegance. It was evident that he was a handsome man in his youth.

Monk Tonghui put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you, Donor Mo, for your efforts."

Mo Han replied, "Master, there’s no need to thank me. It was Mr. Xu and Director Zheng who saved you."

Tonghui said, "I invite you two benefactors to join this humble monk for some tea."

The two followed Tonghui to the back. Xu Chunliang initially thought it would be the same place where he had just been held, but unexpectedly, there was a stone path hidden behind rocks at the rear right of the main hall. Following the two-foot-wide stone steps upward, they passed two bends and entered a natural cave. As soon as they entered, they felt a warm spring-like comfort.

Zheng Peian, accompanied by the Mute Monk, had arrived a step earlier and was sitting by a flat stone platform, drinking tea.

Xu Chunliang noticed many cliff carvings inside the cave. Most of them were Buddhist scriptures, along with some exquisite Buddha statues. Judging by the marks, they seemed relatively recent. Despite being carved, the calligraphy skills were evident and deep.

Mo Han, also visiting here for the first time, curiously asked, "Did you personally engrave the Buddhist scriptures and statues in this cave, Master?"

Tonghui responded, "I spent ten years in contemplation here, completing these works intermittently. However, in the past three years, I fell ill, and some things remain unfinished."

He invited the guests to sit down. The Mute Monk served tea for everyone. Xu Chunliang noticed they were brewing some leaves, and the taste in the mouth was both bitter and astringent.

Zheng Peian asked, "Master, how are you feeling now?"

Tonghui replied, "It feels like I just took a nap and suddenly woke up. I don’t remember what happened before."

"Not at all?" Mo Han whispered.

Tonghui nodded, "According to my Master, twenty years ago, he found me at the bottom of a cliff, likely after I accidentally fell. My body was severely injured. When I woke up, I had forgotten everything from my past. To be precise, I didn’t forget everything. I could read and understand books, but I forgot my name and my family. Even the scenes of my recent illness are blank."

Mo Han asked Zheng Peian, "Director Zheng, is this phenomenon common?"

Zheng Peian explained, "This phenomenon is known in medicine as selective amnesia, typically involving memory loss related to psychologically induced events, including dissociative amnesia. In professional medical terms, memory loss is generally termed as amnesia. Many factors can induce amnesia, and it may also occur in normal people. The most common forms are anterograde amnesia and retrograde amnesia. Anterograde amnesia mainly affects the brain’s ability to form new memories of future events, while past events remain clear, including childhood memories. Retrograde amnesia involves forgetting past events, but new memories can still form; the latter is less common."

Zheng Peian glanced at Xu Chunliang, feeling somewhat insecure, fearing he might say something wrong. He had already inwardly acknowledged that Xu Chunliang’s medical skills far surpassed his own.

Xu Chunliang said, "Uncle Zheng, according to what you said, Master Tonghui’s condition should be the latter."

Zheng Peian nodded, "It appears so. For Master Tonghui to fully recover and remember everything from his past, further treatment might be needed to clear his old cerebral ailments. I recommend a comprehensive examination at the hospital." Zheng Peian was not a specialist in neurology, but based on Tonghui’s medical history, his head had suffered trauma, and the brain lesions might have persisted, potentially pressing on parts of the brain causing retrograde amnesia.

Mo Han asked, "What does the Master think? If you wish, I can arrange it for you."

Tonghui shook his head, "In the world, nothing truly matters; it’s people who trouble themselves. I believe there is a destined path. To me, amnesia may not be a bad thing. My Master often says, ’See through and let go!’ In truth, if one remembers nothing, what is there to see through? If the mind is free of burdens, what need is there to let go?"

Everyone fell silent, as Tonghui’s words, though plain, were full of simple wisdom.

Mo Han took Zheng Peian’s prescription; she would send the medicine back as soon as possible.

Since Tonghui was already awake, they had no intention to linger. Taking advantage of the snow’s slight let-up, they bid farewell and left.

Walking back along the route to where their car was parked, Zheng Peian nearly slipped several times, fortunately, Xu Chunliang was there to support him. In contrast, Mo Han walked between the steep mountain rocks as if walking on flat ground. Xu Chunliang sighed inwardly, realizing that the girl no longer bothered to hide her martial arts skills from him.

Just after getting into the car, Xu Chunliang received a call from Li Xiumei at the Dongzhou Restaurant, asking where he was, as two police officers had come to investigate. She had been asked to call Xu Chunliang.

Xu Chunliang knew instantly that the Wang family’s revenge, though delayed, had finally arrived. He informed her that he was on his way back, estimating it would take about three hours.

Li Xiumei asked, somewhat mysteriously, what had happened, but Xu Chunliang didn’t tell her, mainly to avoid alarming her.

Shortly after hanging up, Mei Ru Xue sent a message, asking to meet, which Xu Chunliang readily agreed to.

Qiao Rulong rarely came home at noon, but today he did mainly because of his mother. His mother told him that his cousin had already gone to the hospital for an injury examination, and she hoped he would visit.