In Lu Qing's mind, the image of a kind, elderly, and slender man appeared.
Dr. Chen.
This old doctor was the only physician for several nearby villages.
His medical skills were superb; while he might not have been able to bring people back to life, he could generally treat common ailments like headaches, colds, sprains, and fever with ease. His treatments were nearly always effective, and there were very few cases he couldn't heal.
Because of this, he was greatly respected by the villagers.
It was said that even the wealthy families in the town often called on him for medical advice.
Given his skills, Dr. Chen held a special position in the village.
No one dared to show him the slightest disrespect.
The original owner of this body had been a naive young boy with limited experience, unaware of many things.
However, Lu Qing, after reflecting, realized there were some unusual aspects.
For example, according to the memories, Dr. Chen should have been quite old, but his body was remarkably healthy. He often ventured alone into the deep mountains to gather herbs.
It's worth noting that the deep mountains in this world were not the developed tourist spots of his past life. They were real, rugged mountains with dense, untamed forests.
Within them, there were countless poisonous insects and snakes, as well as wild beasts such as wolves and tigers. It was a very dangerous place.
Even experienced hunters wouldn't dare to venture too deeply into the mountains.
Yet Dr. Chen, an elderly man, could come and go from these dangerous places without issue. This seemed highly unusual.
Lu Qing was very curious about his skills.
If he could learn even a little bit of Dr. Chen's medical knowledge, that would be fantastic.
His special ability allowed him to perceive the basic information of all things.
It would be invaluable for identifying medicinal herbs, as his ability was guaranteed to be error-free.
This would be a perfect match with medical knowledge.
If Lu Qing could learn a bit of Dr. Chen's skills, it would offer a sense of security for both him and Xiao Yan in the future.
However, how could he learn from Dr. Chen?
Lu Qing pondered this in his mind, but his eyelids began to grow heavy.
His body was still weak, and the exhaustion was something his willpower couldn't fight.
By the time he drifted off to sleep, he still hadn't come up with a good plan.
However, what Lu Qing didn't expect was that, before he could figure out how to approach Dr. Chen, the doctor himself came knocking.
Lu Qing was lying in the reclining chair, half asleep. In his drowsy state, he seemed to hear someone talking and then felt his hand being grabbed.
He immediately woke up.
"Lu Qing, you're awake! Dr. Chen is here to examine you!"
A loud voice echoed.
Lu Qing recognized the voice, it seemed to be Old Man Zhang from next door. He felt relieved for a moment.
Then, he quickly became fully awake and opened his eyes.
Dr. Chen?
He turned his head and saw two elderly people nearby, one standing and the other sitting.
The one sitting, slender with a kind expression, could only be Dr. Chen.
"Don't move. Let me feel your pulse first."
Seeing that Lu Qing was about to get up, Dr. Chen gently spoke.
Lu Qing immediately stopped moving.
It was then that he realized Dr. Chen's hand was resting on his wrist.
No wonder he had felt someone holding his hand earlier—it was Dr. Chen taking his pulse.
As Dr. Chen closed his eyes again to continue feeling his pulse, Lu Qing didn't dare move and obediently stayed lying in the chair.
Since it seemed like it would take a while before the pulse examination was finished, Lu Qing took the opportunity to observe Dr. Chen more closely.
The first impression was that Dr. Chen seemed even gentler than Lu Qing had remembered. His slender figure gave off an air of tranquility, almost like a sage, which made people feel at ease just by looking at him.
However, at this moment, Dr. Chen's expression had become serious, and his brows were furrowed as if encountering a problem.
Lu Qing quietly studied him for a while, when suddenly, he noticed a faint red glow appearing around Dr. Chen's body.
[Chen Songqing: Excellent medical skills, kind-hearted, respected by all. A skilled physician.]
[Cultivation: Accomplished in Qi Cultivation, Postnatal Internal Organ Realm.]
What was this?!
Lu Qing's eyes widened. It wasn't just because of the strange red glow surrounding Dr. Chen—it was the description that appeared afterward.
Cultivation?
Accomplished in Qi Cultivation, Postnatal Internal Organ Realm?
What did this mean? Could it be that the world he was in wasn't like the ancient China he thought, but rather a strange, mystical world where cultivation was possible?
Lu Qing's thoughts were immediately thrown into turmoil by this sudden discovery.
Just as he was about to continue observing and learn more about Dr. Chen, the old doctor suddenly opened his eyes.
Seeing the shock and confusion on Lu Qing's face, Dr. Chen furrowed his brows and then relaxed them.
He spoke gently to reassure him, "Don't be afraid. I'm just taking your pulse."
It seemed that Dr. Chen had misunderstood, thinking that his earlier serious expression while feeling the pulse had scared Lu Qing.
Lu Qing quickly regained his composure and, with some hesitation, asked, "Grandfather Chen, how is my condition? Is it all better now?"
Old Man Zhang, who was standing by, also looked at Dr. Chen expectantly.
Dr. Chen thought for a moment before replying, "Yes, your condition is indeed much improved. Although you are still a bit weak, with proper care, you should be fine."
"Really? That's great! Lu Qing, don't forget to thank Dr. Chen. If it wasn't for him treating you, you might not have woken up!" Old Man Zhang said with joy.
"Thank you, Grandfather Chen."
Lu Qing tried to get up from the reclining chair, pretending to kneel and offer his thanks.
After all, Dr. Chen had saved his life.
Without the medicinal soup that Dr. Chen had prepared, Lu Qing might not have survived the time when he was merging memories.
For this alone, he owed Dr. Chen a bow of gratitude.
However, Dr. Chen stopped him, saying, "There's no need to do this. You're able to wake up, that's your own fortune. I've only done a small part to help."
Dr. Chen's words weren't just modesty.
In fact, he was still greatly surprised.
When Lu Qing had fallen ill, Dr. Chen had indeed visited.
At that time, Lu Qing was seriously ill, his body consumed by cold, and his condition was dire. It seemed that he was on the brink of death.
Even the greatest of doctors would have had difficulty saving him.
But as a compassionate physician, Dr. Chen still prepared a medicinal soup and added several precious herbs.
His goal was simply to fulfill his duty and leave the rest to fate.
Some of the herbs he added were even reserved for the wealthy in the town. As a result, he had to rush into the mountains the next day to gather more.
Dr. Chen had believed that Lu Qing would not survive.
When he returned from his herbal gathering, he heard villagers saying that Lu Qing had already recovered. Not only could he get out of bed, but he could even go to the river to catch fish.
Surprised, Dr. Chen immediately came to see for himself.
He was initially skeptical of the villagers' exaggerated claims.
But after taking Lu Qing's pulse, he found that the villagers hadn't exaggerated in the slightest.
Lu Qing's illness had truly been cured.
Aside from still being somewhat weak, all his previous symptoms had completely disappeared.
This left Dr. Chen utterly astonished.