Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 151

Not far from the cliff, Ning Tao found water. It was a mountain stream flowing out of the crack in the rock and gathered into a pool of several square meters below the rock. The deepest water was about a meter deep, and the water was crystal clear.

Qing Zhui let out a merry shout while running to the water. She scooped water to her mouth and took a sip. Then she turned to Ning Tao with a smile, exclaiming, “Brother Ning, the water is so sweet. Come and have a drink.”

Ning Tao went down to the pool and had a few drinks. The mountain water from the crack in the rock was really different from the tap water and bottled water in city. It tasted sweet and clear, leaving a natural taste in the mouth. Ning Tao could not help but have some feelings in his heart—now the city was more and more prosperous, people's income getting higher and higher, but how many people could drink mountain water? On the contrary, in ancient times such mountain water could be found everywhere, and the water in the river could be scooped up and drunk. No wonder the spiritual energy was thin now. The world today was full of sewage. Even if there was spiritual energy nowadays, factory chimneys and car exhaust would exhaust it.

“Ahem.” Qing Zhui made a few dry coughs and swung her white and tender hand in the water.

Ning Tao stopped wondering, smiled, and said, “You don't have to remind me. Now that I've promised to wash your hair, I won't go back on my word. Let me get you shampooed.” He got up and came to her. Then he asked her to lower her head, and scooped up water to her hair.

Qing Zhui was very cooperative, honestly lowering her head and stretching her neck to enjoy Ning Tao's service. Her neck was slender and long, and the skin was white and delicate, and looked beautiful and inviting when it was covered with water.

When Ning Tao washed her hair, his nostrils were filled with her peculiar fragrance, and the scene in the canyon came to his mind. As a result, he felt worse and worse. He quietly decided to use the delicate perfumed tripod to concentrate a little white-jade holy lotus when he refined the Primary Elixir this time, and then make a sachet to carry around, so that he might be able to resist the temptation of Qing Zhui easily.

When he finally finished washing Qing Zhui's hair, Ning Tao scooped up the cold water with his hands to washed face.

“Brother Ning, let me get you shampooed,” suggested Qing Zhui. “How would you like it?”

Her remark was neither implicit nor implicit.

Ning Tao stood up hurriedly, picked up his medicine chest and left, while refusing, “No, no. We still have to hurry to collect herbs. The clinic is moving this time tomorrow. I don't know where it's going to go. We will go back when we have gathered enough herbs.”

Qing Zhui pouted and lazily followed him.

Then they walked until it was dark.

With his extraordinary ability of nose in the state of smelling, Ning Tao could find the needed herbs accurately and efficiently. Throughout the day, he had not only gathered nearly all the herbs needed for making the Primary Elixirs, but also found some seedlings and seeds of herbs.

Ning Tao still had lots of medicinal materials that Fan Huaying brought for him and Lin Qinghua gave him last time, so he could start refining the Primary Elixirs as soon as he went back. Furthermore, he could plant the medicinal herbs that he dug and picked here into his spiritual field. He would realize his dream of being a cultivating landlord. In the future, when he developed his spiritual cultivation to a certain extent, he could refine the necessary elixirs without leaving home. In a word, he had a bright future in money.

At last they stopped at the back of a hillside.

Ning Tao counted the herbs he collected and was very happy.

“It's foggy,” Qing Zhui stated suddenly, raising her hand and pointing in one direction.

Ning Tao looked up in the direction she was pointing. It was on the sunny side of the hill, from where a white mist was blowing toward them, and Ning Tao could smell rotting at a great distance.

Fog was odorless, let alone rotten.

Ning Tao suddenly stood up and said, “We've got to go. It's miasma, not fog.”

“I'm not afraid of miasma, and neither are you,” stated Qing Zhui. “Why don't we camp out in miasma for a night? That must be romantic.”

Ning Tao was speechless. He couldn't understand the romance for demons.

“Alem, alem…” Suddenly from the miasma came the sound of coughs.

Ning Tao paused and muttered, “Is there anyone there?”

“Help… Alem, alem…” From the miasma came a cry for help in anguish and despair this time.

“You guard the herbs. I'll go and see,” Ning Tao said to Qing Zhui, and then started to rush toward the miasma.

At contact with miasma, his skin was itchy and p.r.i.c.kly, as if he had been caught in acid rain. He also began to experience dizziness, chest tightness and difficulty breathing. These were all symptoms of miasma poisoning. Fortunately, these symptoms of discomfort disappeared as soon as his spiritual power was running. The Tang Sect's poison failed to kill him, not to mention the miasma here.

In the miasma, Ning Tao aroused the ability of looking and smelling. Soon he spotted that several innate auras in miasma were rapidly weakening. He could also smell some people, fire, lunch meat, drinks, and beer. It was not difficult to guess that those people had been camping on the sunny side, but the miasma swept over and that they failed to escape. It took him less than five minutes to get here, but the voice of the caller had been dead.

Sure enough, when Ning Tao arrived at the innate auras, he saw several tents and a fire that was about to go out. In addition, there were several people lying by the fire. They were four men, two women, and a teenager. The teenager was only 17 or 18 years old, and what distinguished him from the six adults was that the clothes he wore were ordinary, the kind of cheap stuff that could be bought for a few tens of yuan. He was also wearing a pair of army green liberation shoes whose non-slip soles had been worn flat. These characteristics all indicated his ident.i.ty—he was supposed to be these explorers' “tour guide” who came from a village.

Glancing around, Ning Tao got a rough idea of what was going on. He opened the small medicine chest, took out seven Sacred Needles, p.r.i.c.ked each one, and injected some special spiritual power into the body of the poisoned persons. He then cut his wrists, pinched open their mouths and let them drink a little of his blood. His blood had strong detoxification ability, so the fact that the poisoned persons drank his blood was equivalent to taking an antidote.

Then Ning Tao took out his Unbreakable Fan and fanned the faces of the seven poisoned people. Miasma was humid and sultry, which aggravated the poisoning of these people, while the cold air which created by the Unbreakable Fan could reduce the poisoning symptoms of the poisoned people.

After the treatment with the special spiritual power, the detoxification of blood and the Unbreakable Fan's cold wind, a young man finally woke up. He gasped for air, looked around in horror, and then he saw Ning Tao. He let out a noise. “You…”

Ning Tao interrupted, “Don't talk for the time being. Do you have a handkerchief? If so, pee on it and cover your mouth and nose with it.”

The young man shook his head, looking nervous.

“If you don't have a handkerchief, take off your shirt, pee on it, and put it over your nose and mouth,” said Ning Tao.

Without hesitation, the young man immediately took off his coat and urinated on it. He didn't avoid Ning Tao, because it was important to save his life.

Urine had a detoxifying effect. It was not obvious, but it was better than nothing. A cloth dampened with urine could filter the air and ensure that the poisoning victim no longer absorbed malaria. It was the last resort to deal with miasma.

After the young man covered his mouth and nose with his wet coat, several other poisoned people came to their senses. Ning Tao told them the same way. The poisoned people also wet their coats with urine according to his instructions, and then covered their mouths and noses.

Only a young woman did not wake up. She was very tall and thin, wearing a pair of nearsighted gla.s.ses. She was obviously a weak person who had been a brainworker for years without exercise. Although Ning Tao injected her with a little special spiritual power and let her drink his blood, her condition did not improve, but became more and more serious. Just after her companions woke up, her innate aura was weak to the extreme.

“She must have been ill. Why did she dare to explore Shennongjia when she was so weak? Didn't she want to die?” Ning Tao walked over to the young woman. As he said it to himself, the young woman's innate aura suddenly vanished.

This was the signal for the heart to stop beating.

Ning Tao couldn't care about other things. He knelt beside the young woman, opened her mouth, and began to blow into it. After a few breaths, he pressed her chest hard to help her resuscitate her. As he squeezed her chest, he poured spiritual power into her body through his hands.

Half a minute later, the woman let out a groan and woke up.

Ning Tao immediately picked her up and started walking high, shouting, “All of you follow me!”

Those explorers and the teenager followed Ning Tao and dared not fall behind. Tension and fear enveloped everyone, and no one wondered who the young man who saved them was and why he was here.

The higher they went to the sunny side of the hill, the stronger the wind was, and the thinner the miasma was. Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Ning Tao finally led them out of the miasma zone.

The night wind blew, bringing cool and fresh air. Those people who almost died threw away the wet coats, some slumping on the ground, some lying on the ground, taste the unique taste of survival.

Ning Tao put the weak woman on the gra.s.s.

The young woman began, “Thank you, I…”

Ning Tao interrupted, “You're welcome. I'm a doctor. I happened to hear someone calling for help, so I came to you. You're lucky. If I weren't around here, you'd all be dead on the slope below.”

“I'm Ma Tongtong. I'm from the archaeological bureau of Lake province. They are all my colleagues.” The young woman made a brief introduction of herself. Although she didn't say thank you again, her eyes were full of grat.i.tude.

Ning Tao just nodded, and didn't introduce himself. From Ma Tongtong's words, he learned that these people were not travelers for expedition, but a government-backed archaeological team. That was to say, they came here for archaeology. He felt some strange—Shennongjia had been a primeval forest since ancient times, so what did this team come here for?