Chương 9: I'm just a village doctor, what's wrong with using cheat codes?

Chen Mo's days were packed full.

He fetched water, chopped firewood, and tended the half-acre of sacred field in the courtyard.

Occasionally, when villagers had headaches or fevers, he would go and take their pulse and prescribe medicine.

Life flowed quietly like the little river at the village entrance, without any visible ripples. But Chen Mo knew that the pebbles beneath the riverbed were being polished smoother by the flowing water.

Spiritual practice is inherently a process of gradual and persistent effort.

That afternoon, Chen Mo was in the herb garden of Doctor Li's house, drying the freshly picked herbs according to their yin and yang properties.

Outside the courtyard, a series of footsteps approached from afar, hurried and chaotic, kicking up dust.

"Xiao Mo! Is Xiao Mo here?!"

It was the voice of village chief Chen Laoshuan, hoarse and filled with a suffocating urgency.

Chen Mo put down the winnowing basket in his hand, got up and walked to the courtyard gate.

Old Chen was leaning against the door frame, his back hunched, breathing heavily like a broken bellows, sweat streaming down the wrinkles on his forehead.

"Village chief, what happened?" Chen Mo reached out and supported his arm.

"It wasn't me..." Old Chen waved his hand, finally managing to catch his breath, "It was Uncle Black Bull's family!"

"His second son, Little Tiger! He went up the mountain to chop firewood this morning and rolled down the slope!"

"We just brought him back. He can't even speak properly anymore, and one of his legs... is covered in blood!"

Chen Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

Uncle Black Bull, Little Tiger, a thirteen-year-old boy.

The image of the skinny, dark-skinned boy following behind him, calling out "Brother Mo, Brother Mo," flashed through his mind.

"I'll go right now!"

Not a single word wasted.

Chen Mo turned around and rushed back to the pharmacy, his hand sweeping across the medicine cabinet as he precisely grabbed several packets of medicine powder wrapped in oil paper.

It's for stopping the bleeding, dissolving tea leaves, and a small packet of ephedra.

He grabbed the needle case he was carrying, stuffed it into his pocket, and followed Chen Laoshuan, who was already stamping his feet in anxiety, and ran towards the west end of the village.

Before the person even entered the hospital, a suppressed, heart-wrenching wail pierced their ears.

"My son! What terrible things have you done..."

It was the voice of Uncle Black Bull's wife.

Chen Mo pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate, and a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of earth hit him.

Uncle Black Ox stood like a wooden stake by the bed, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, sweat dripping from his face. His wife sat slumped on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, wiping them haphazardly with her sleeve.

Little Tiger was lying on the bed.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were dry and cracked, and his right calf was bent outward at an odd angle.

The dark, coarse cloth trousers were soaked in blood, turning a dark red color, and were still dripping.

"Uncle Black Bull, Auntie."

Chen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into boiling water, momentarily pausing the crying and panic in the room.

He walked quickly to the bedside.

"Let me take a look first."

Uncle Black Bull, as if grasping at a last straw, suddenly looked at him with bloodshot eyes: "Xiao Mo, quick... quick, look! This child... he..."

Chen Mo didn't respond. Instead, he gestured to Uncle Black Bull to help Xiao Hu Zi up and fed him half a bowl of warm water.

Then he bent down.

He gently slit open the trouser leg with his pocket knife.

The wounds were shocking to behold.

The stark white broken bone pierced through the flesh and was exposed to the air, with the surrounding muscle tissue turned outwards and blood still gushing out.

Open fracture.

Chen Mo immediately poured the hemostatic powder evenly onto the wound. Upon contact with the blood, the powder quickly coagulated into clumps.

He took out his needle case and twisted out the finest silver needle.

Without hesitation, the silver needles were precisely inserted into several acupoints above Xiaohuzi's injured leg.

Pain relief by interrupting the transmission of pain sensation.

The tension in Xiaohuzi's body, which had been convulsing and groaning unconsciously from the pain, visibly eased.

"His bones are broken, they need to be set." Chen Mo looked up, his gaze falling on Uncle Black Bull's face.

"Uncle, I'll do it in a bit. You and your Da Hu, the two of you, will hold him down to death on his upper body and uninjured legs."

"Whatever you do, don't let him move an inch."

Uncle Black Bull gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Alright! Just go ahead and do it!"

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

His hands gently covered Xiaohuzi's cold calves.

He closed his eyes.

A barely perceptible wisp of divine consciousness, like the finest spider silk, peeked out from his fingertips, slipped into the wound, and wandered along the outline of the broken bone.

The misaligned angle, the location of the broken bones, the torn tendons... all the information instantly formed a three-dimensional image in his mind.

It is a hundred times clearer than seeing with the naked eye.

The bone-setting chapter of "Qing Nang Zhen Jue" flowed through his mind, every technique and every key point appearing in detail.

This was the first time he had treated such a serious injury.

"Bear with it."

Chen Mo snorted softly.

At this moment, his hands seemed no longer to be flesh and blood, but to be the most sophisticated instruments.

One mistake, one pull, one twist!

The movements were as fast as lightning!

"ah--!"

Little Tiger let out a scream that sounded inhuman, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted from the pain.

Uncle Black Bull and his eldest son used all their strength to press him down, their knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

A bead of sweat slid down Chen Mo's forehead and dripped onto the back of his hand.

His hand remained motionless.

He could clearly "see" that the white broken bone, under the guidance of his hands, was slowly, inch by inch, returning to its original position.

"Clang... tap."

A very faint crack, almost audible only to himself, came from deep within his bones.

Right.

Chen Mo let go, looking as if he had been pulled out of the water.

He quickly picked up the prepared bamboo strips and cloth strips from the corner of the wall, and with an almost instinctive skill, swiftly immobilized Xiao Huzi's injured leg.

"It's done." Chen Mo straightened up and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

"The bone has been set. Rest quietly, and don't put your feet on the ground for a month."

"I'll keep this recipe. I'll brew it and drink it every day; it's good for your bones."

Uncle Black Bull's legs went weak, and if his eldest son hadn't been supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

He looked at Chen Mo, his lips trembling, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Xiao Mo... you... you saved my son's leg! Uncle... uncle kowtows to you!"

As he spoke, he actually knelt down.

Chen Mo grabbed him and said, "Uncle Black Bull, that's not proper. We're all from the same village."

He gave a few more instructions on dietary restrictions and medication changes, left the prescription, and then turned and walked out of the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped out of the hospital gate, a familiar notification sound rang in his mind.

[Daily Task: Treat Little Tiger, a villager from Black Ox's family (Completed)] [Task Rewards: Experience +500, Basic Medical Skills Proficiency +50, Basic Bone Setting Skills Proficiency +100, Villager Black Ox Family's Favorability +10.] [Host has independently completed the treatment of a highly complex bone injury for the first time, triggering a hidden reward!] [Gain special skill: [Miraculous Healing (Beginner)]] [Miraculous Healing: A healer's compassionate heart brings healing with a touch. A small amount of spiritual energy can be channeled during the procedure to assist in healing, accelerating wound healing and increasing the success rate. Current Level: Beginner (can be improved through extensive practice).] Chen Mo paused for a moment.

Using spiritual power to assist in healing?

He subconsciously wondered: How much does this stuff consume? Will it be detected? If used in a critical moment, can it be used without leaving a trace?

This is a good thing, but also a troublesome thing.

Use it carefully.

Back in his secluded little house, Chen Mo closed the door and sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He opened his palm and tried to mobilize a wisp of spiritual energy, as thin as a hair, from his dantian, channeling it into his palm along his meridians.

A warm and gentle scent lingered beneath my skin.

This aura shares the same origin as the calm and restrained energy of the "Returning Dragon to its Origin Technique".

He remembered Xiaohuzi's bloodied and mangled legs.

If this method had been used, the wound would have healed at least 30% faster.

Not urgent.

Anyway, I have to go for follow-up appointments and change the dressing every few days, so there are plenty of opportunities. I can use a little bit each time without anyone noticing.

"Knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

Is Xiaomo home?

It was the rough voice of Uncle Wang, the blacksmith.

Chen Mo got up and opened the door: "Uncle Wang, were you looking for me?"

Uncle Wang's dark face broke into a hearty smile as he handed over a still-steaming cloth bag: "I heard you managed to set Black Ox's son's leg back up. Well done! I'm so happy. My wife just steamed some jujube cake; eat it while it's hot."

Chen Mo took it. The cloth bag was heavy, and the aroma of dates and rice mingled together, making it very warm.

"Then I won't be polite."

"Don't mention it!" Uncle Wang waved his large, fan-like hand.

"By the way, my old bellows is getting a bit stiff again. When do you have some free time to take a look at it again?"

"I'll go there tomorrow morning."

"Okay! I won't keep you any longer."

Uncle Wang waved his hand, turned around and left.

Chen Mo closed the door, opened the cloth bag, and saw golden jujube cakes studded with bright red jujubes.

He broke off a piece and put it in his mouth.

Very sweet.

[Daily Task Update: Help Blacksmith Wang repair the bellows] [Task Rewards: Experience +100, Basic Machinery Repair Proficiency +20, Villager Wang the Blacksmith's Favorability +2.] Chen Mo smiled.

Life is good.

into the night.

The moonlight was like water, and the stars were sparse.

As usual, Chen Mo completed a full cycle of cultivation, opened his eyes, and found the room completely silent.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

【The Great Dream of Truth】.

Last time we only scratched the surface; today, we can go a little deeper.

He adjusted his breathing, his mind sinking like a stone into the sea.

Supernatural powers activated.

After the familiar feeling of weightlessness, he once again entered his own dream space.

Countless wisps of light floated in the chaos; they were memories, insights, and predictions of the future.

He reached out and touched the nearest wisp of light.

Images from my past life flashed by: a crowded subway, a cold boxed lunch, and a numb, sleepless night in front of a monitor.

He touched another ball.

When I first transmigrated, my five-year-old body was curled up in a ball from hunger and shivering from the cold in a dilapidated temple.

Then, the system's voice sounded for the first time.

Chen Mo watched all of this quietly.

Past life, present life.

Two completely different lives eventually converged to form who he is today.

"Return to Origin..."

He muttered to himself.

All that has happened is but a prologue. He is now Chen Mo. A Chen Mo who only wants to live peacefully, grow stronger slowly, and seek immortality.

He pulled his chaotic thoughts back and began to concentrate.

Spirit Field.

With a thought, the chaos beneath his feet transformed into moist soil.

A hoe appeared in my hand, its weight and texture indistinguishable from the real thing.

He swung the hoe, feeling the power of his muscles and the resistance as the blade cut into the soil.

Then, he began to try to combine the spiritual energy circulation route of the "Dragon Returning to Origin Technique" with every movement of swinging the hoe.

How to exert force most efficiently.

How can we ensure that spiritual energy is replenished at the perfect moment when physical strength is depleted, thus creating a perfect cycle?

In his dreams, he can make mistakes and adjust again and again without regard for the cost, until he finds the perfect rhythm.

Spiritual energy and physical strength, sweat and soil, become one at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, a feeling of exhaustion, originating from the soul, began to creep in.

Chen Mo voluntarily withdrew from the dream.

Outside the window, it was still dark.

He opened his eyes, his spiritual energy was quite depleted, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

He flexed his wrists, his mind filled with the hoe-wielding movements he had practiced countless times in his dream.

We can give it a try when we start cultivating the sacred field tomorrow.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Chen Mo got up, washed his face with cold water, picked up the bucket, and pushed open the door to go out.

First, fill the water vat for Grandma Sun.

Then I went to Wang the blacksmith's house to repair the bellows.

At noon, I need to go check on how Xiaohuzi's injury is recovering.

The first wisp of smoke rose from the village chimneys, and a few rooster crows broke the pre-dawn tranquility.

Chen Mo took a breath of the cool morning air, which carried the fragrance of earth, and walked slowly along the familiar path.