Snow Color

Chapter 200 Tianlong 8 Part 26

"Then Yingying, how did you get to know Master Xuanku?" Tuanzi was curious.

"Haha, this is not difficult. My medical skills are just a stepping stone!" Xueying said with a proud smile, "I asked Yunhua Pavilion to investigate. Master Xuanku is suffering from a chronic disease. Although his daily life is not affected, once the disease breaks out, he will be in excruciating pain. So, isn't it justified for me to go to him in the name of curing diseases and saving lives?"

"That's a good idea." Tuanzi nodded suddenly realizing it.

So, Xueying took the note from Yunhua Pavilion that was previously issued by Shaolin Temple to find a doctor who could cure this strange disease, and then set out on the road to Shaolin Temple.

Xueying arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple, stood at the door, took a deep breath, and felt the scent of sandalwood in the air. Xueying couldn't help but smile at the tranquility, purity and solemnity displayed in the temple. She slowly stepped onto the steps and walked into the temple.

After entering the temple, Xueying decided to walk around and get to know the ancient temple. She followed the believers who came to worship Buddha into the main hall and took the incense stick handed to her by the little monk. Although she did not believe in Buddhism, she was willing to respect the customs since she was here. She put her hands together, bowed three times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

After Xueying stood up, she took the note and walked to the little monk, handed it to him with both hands, and said, "Master, I heard that the master of your temple is ill, so I came to visit him, hoping to help. Although I only have a little knowledge of medicine, I am willing to do my best."

The young monk took the note, took a look at it, and then said, "Donor, please wait a moment, I will go report to the abbot. Please follow me." He turned around and led the way, taking Xueying out of the hall and walking towards the wing room at the back.

Xueying followed the young monk through several rooms and finally came to a wing room. The young monk opened the door and said to Xueying: "Donor, you can rest here for a while. I will go and inform the abbot now." After that, he gently closed the door and left.

Xueying walked into the room, put the bag she was carrying on the table, then sat down and poured herself a cup of tea. She picked up the cup, blew on it gently, and drank it slowly while waiting for the abbot to arrive.

After leaving the wing room, the young monk walked briskly towards a quiet room far away. He hummed a little tune in a happy mood, as if he had seen the mysterious doctor carefully treating Master Xuanku. When he arrived at his destination, the young monk knocked on the door gently, and after hearing a response from inside, he carefully opened the door.

After entering the room, the young monk bowed and greeted the abbot who was sitting on the bed. The abbot was concentrating on twisting the Buddhist beads in his hand, but he stopped beating the wooden fish. The young monk said respectfully: "Abbot, there is a doctor with superb medical skills outside. He received the medical invitation we sent out a few days ago and came here to treat Master Xuanku."

The abbot nodded slightly, continued to twirl the Buddhist beads, and said calmly: "In this case, let that person go to see Xuan Ku and see if he can be cured."

The little monk responded, "Yes, Abbot." Then he walked out of the room and closed the door gently.

The little monk quickly returned to the room, stood outside the door and knocked politely.

Xueying heard the knock on the door and guessed that the monk must have come back. She wondered if the abbot would come with her. So, Xueying stood up, straightened her clothes, and prepared for what might happen next.

"Please come in." Xueying said softly.

The young monk pushed open the door and walked in. He said to Xueying with a smile, "Donor, the abbot asked me to take you to see Uncle Master Xuanku." After saying that, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Xueying smiled slightly and nodded to express her gratitude. She walked out of the room and followed the little monk to Uncle Xuanku's residence. Along the way, neither of them spoke, only the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Finally, they arrived outside a quiet Zen room. The little monk stopped and turned to Xueying and said, "Donor, this is Master Xuanku's room. Please wait a moment. I will go in and inform him first."

Xueying nodded and waited quietly. The monk knocked on the door gently, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and walked into the room. After a while, the monk came out and told Xueying that she could go in.

Xueying took a deep breath and walked slowly into the room. The room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which made people feel peaceful and at ease. She saw Master Xuanku sitting cross-legged on the bed at a glance.

"Donor, I am unable to move around easily now and cannot stay on the bed. It is my fault. I hope you can forgive me." Master Xuan Ku opened his eyes and saw a young man who was as calm as water and gentle as jade coming in. However, he could smell a hint of medicine.

Xueying stood up and looked at Master Xuanku who was sitting on the bed, with a hint of respect in her eyes. She said softly, "Master, you are too polite. I came here to treat you." Master Xuanku smiled slightly to express his gratitude.

Xueying then asked, "Master, would it be convenient for me to take your pulse now so that I can understand your condition?" Master Xuanku nodded in agreement and invited Xueying to sit by the bed.

Xueying walked to the bedside and sat down, then reached out and gently placed her hand on Master Xuanku's wrist, closed her eyes, and began to carefully feel his pulse. Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she was having a silent conversation with the disease in Master Xuanku's body. After a while, Xueying frowned and thought to herself: "It seems that Master Xuanku's disease is indeed a bit tricky."

At this time, the young monk at the side saw Xueying frowning, thinking that she was also helpless, and couldn't help but look worried, and hurriedly asked: "Donor, can Master Xuanku's illness be cured?" Xueying slowly opened her eyes, looked at the little monk and comforted: "Don't worry, I just need more time to diagnose." Although Xueying felt it was difficult, she did not feel that she had no way to start.

Xueying decided to start by understanding Master Xuanku's living habits, eating habits, and medical history. She asked Master Xuanku some questions to find out the cause of the disease. At the same time, she also told Master Xuanku not to worry, because treatment requires time and patience.

"Donor, this body of mine has gone through decades of spring and autumn, and in the end it will be nothing but a pile of bones. Don't worry too much." Xuan Ku had long since given up on whether he could recover, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Master, if you say that, doesn't that mean you don't believe I can cure you? Don't worry, I won't worry!" Xueying had a confident smile on her face.

"The donor has a good heart." Master Xuan Ku smiled slightly.

"Master, I need one night to determine how to treat your leg disease. I will take my leave now." After Xueying saluted Master Xuanku, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Donor, that's great." The little monk was still young after all, and when he heard Xueying's words, he couldn't suppress his excitement and anticipation on his face.

"Donor, let's go." Xueying packed her belongings and followed the little monk away.