Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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Mo Jiang quickly made a decision. As for whether Ji Xiaofu was willing to see Yin Liting, or how his sixth senior brother viewed his fiancée's premarital pregnancy and the fact that the child's father was not him...

He may be willing to do favors, but he clearly didn't intend to get involved in this family soap opera. He took the two of them back to Wudang Mountain, leaving the rest to his teachers and fellow disciples.

Mo Jiang immediately figured out what to do next and walked towards the injured martial arts practitioners, "Are you all planning to seek medical help from the Butterfly Valley Healer?"

A bald old man cupped his hands in greeting, "Indeed, may I ask who you are?"

"Mo Jiang came to challenge Hu Qingniu's medical skills, but unexpectedly, he dared not accept the challenge." As he spoke, Mo Jiang seemed to have discovered something, "Hu Qingniu refuses to treat you?"

This is natural; Hu Qingniu's reputation in the martial arts world, besides being known as the "Immortal Physician of Butterfly Valley," is also that of "refusing to save someone in distress."

He claims that he will not treat anyone who is not a member of the Ming Cult, even if their own parents or children fall to the ground in front of him.

The bald old man nodded. Nothing is more despairing than finding a lifeline only to have that lifeline turn out to be useless.

"Then why don't you let me give it a try?"

Upon hearing this suggestion, many martial arts practitioners hesitated. The young man in front of them looked quite young, and even if he had been studying medicine since birth, he might not be very skilled.

Not to mention they had all heard what the medicine boy said earlier; Hu Qingniu's evaluation of this challenger was not high.

"Give it a try. Hu Qingniu isn't planning to save you anyway. Rather than kneeling and dying from the poison in front of the door and becoming a laughingstock, you might as well try my methods. What if I cure you?"

These words struck a chord with them. During this time, no matter how much they pleaded and tried to persuade Hu Qingniu to go out and treat them, they could not convince him to do so.

Some of them were even tormented by the poison given to them by Granny Jin Hua, to the point that they could neither live nor die.

At that moment, I had a feeling that even if I died, it would be better than this pathetic begging.

The bald old man immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll believe you this once, young man. It would be a quick death if I were to die now."

The bald old man was named Jian Jie, also known as the Holy Hand Garan. He was a member of the Kongtong Sect. He was not born bald; he had been given a potent poison that caused his hair to rot away at the roots. The poison was still seeping in, and it was feared that within a few days, the poison would reach his brain and drive him completely insane.

His hands were bound by chains by his companions, preventing him from raising them above his head to scratch his scalp. Otherwise, with such unbearable itching, he would have already scratched his skull out.

Mo Jiang didn't stand on ceremony and asked the apprentice for a table and chairs, then began treating people right outside the door.

He was only half-knowledgeable about medicine; he had no idea how these people's injuries were caused or how to treat them.

But he has the medicine!

Mo Jiang immediately took out several bottles of stomach medicine and poured them into Jian Jie's stomach. The weak and ordinary quality stomach medicine was for treating food poisoning, but the strong and Henry-grade stomach medicine was for treating poisoning.

Anyway, stomach medicine won't kill you, so let's try its detoxifying effect first.

After downing three bottles of medicine, Jian Jie's eyes lit up immediately. "It doesn't itch anymore! My head doesn't itch anymore!!!"

"What's all the fuss about? It's not cured yet!"

Seeing that the stomach medicine was effective, Mo Jiang did not hesitate and immediately took out more stomach medicine, pouring bottle after bottle down Jian Jie's throat.

Since the medication is effective, let's go for saturation therapy.

Mo Jiang may not have much else, but the number of potions in his inventory is definitely worthy of a hoarder's budget.

104. Practicing medicine without anesthesia, sterilization, or a doctor's license – a practice lacking proper qualifications.

Once the medicine took effect on these martial arts practitioners, the next step of treatment became much easier.

If it is poisoning, administer several bottles of stomach medicine; if effective, perform a saturation detoxification.

Mo Jiang may not have many other medicines, but he has at least three digits of each of the three: [Calendula Medicine], [Stomachic Medicine], and [Chrysanthemum Decoction].

After all, there is a great demand for this "development package" for both pets and subordinates.

As for those who suffered external injuries, it's even simpler.

For example, if someone's hands were cut off and then reattached, Mo Jiang's treatment plan would be very simple.

Cut off the hand directly, then aim it at the wound and use holy light to heal it.

Under the influence of the holy light, new flesh began to grow from the severed arm and the wound reconnected.

Mo Jiang had tested the healing effects of Holy Light. For injuries like severed hands and feet, as long as the limbs were not completely inactive, Holy Light was very easy to heal, and even consumed very little energy.

The same applies to gunshot wounds. Unless a bullet pierces the brain and kills instantly, even if it hits a vital spot, the Holy Light will only repair the damaged area and squeeze the bullet out.

However, if someone is like Harrington, with only a few brain cells remaining and not completely dead, then the Holy Light would have to expend enormous energy to save them.

It was so enormous that even Mo Jiang, whose mental strength had reached 2.8, could not withstand it. If it had been ten seconds later, Harrington's brain would have been completely dead, and even the Holy Light might not have been able to save him.

For Holy Light, as long as the person is alive, the smaller the wound, the faster the healing and the less energy consumed.

With the Holy Light as a safety net, Mo Jiang's treatment plan was quite unrestrained, even exceeding the scope of [medical skills] and heading straight towards [surgery].

Yes, practicing medicine without anesthesia, without sterilization, and without a doctor's license—a three-no practice.

If this happened in modern times, it would certainly be labeled as "treating human life like dirt."

However, during the late Yuan Dynasty...

We're all martial arts practitioners who live on the edge, so let's not be so particular.

In this way, Mo Jiang spent most of the day curing everyone.

If it's poisoning, administer a stomachic medicine; if it's injury, use Holy Light Healing, then replenish your life force with a bottle of Marigold Potion.

The simple yet brutal treatment method, due to the special properties of the medicine and holy light, proved remarkably effective.

Afterwards, Mo Jiang found another excuse to keep a few poisoned people behind, saying that they needed to be observed for a few more days, and Ji Xiaofu was also kept behind.

As for those who came seeking medical treatment simply because of external injuries, Mo Jiang dismissed them.

These people won't stop Granny Jin Hua if they stay here; they might even get in the way. It's better to get rid of them as soon as possible.

……

At night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Mo Jiang quietly sneaked into Hu Qingniu's room.

Mo Jiang's ears twitched slightly as he heard two breathing sounds coming from inside the room. Upon getting closer, he realized that the two people inside were not asleep at all, but were arguing quietly about something.

He rushed in in an instant and sealed their pressure points.

Then he slowly turned on the light and looked at the couple whose faces were ashen.

"The Butterfly Valley Physician truly deserves his reputation as a master of medicine. He remained calm even in the face of a life-or-death crisis. I admire him."

Although Hu Qingniu and his wife had their pressure points sealed, they were still able to speak and immediately asked, "Who are you?!"

"Me? The one who came to save you."

Mo Jiang's tone remained unhurried, "You should have received news of Mr. Yinye's death. A widow without a husband will definitely seek revenge on you, the doctor who refused to save him. Guess how Granny Jinhua will deal with you?"

"Friendly reminder: those patients outside the door were all created by Granny Jin Hua."

Hu Qingniu's expression changed. He naturally knew that the injuries of the patients outside the door had become quite novel, and even he, the Butterfly Valley Healer, was itching to try them out.

In Hu Qingniu's eyes, Granny Jinhua, who could conjure up fifteen different illnesses, was completely insane.

At this point, Mo Jiang added, "By the way, don't expect to escape by faking your death. With Granny Jin Hua's current personality, even if she sees you being buried, she'll still find a place to keep an eye on you for ten days or half a month."

Butterfly Valley is indeed a good place to live in seclusion, but the only downside is that there is only one main road in and out of the place, and if you want to leave, you will be blocked by Granny Golden Flower.

In the original story, Hu Qingniu and his wife faked their deaths to fool Granny Jin Hua, but were ambushed on their escape route, and their fake deaths turned into real deaths.

Hu Qingniu asked in a deep voice, "What do you want, sir?"

The other party subdued the couple in an instant, their lives hanging in the balance. If they didn't kill them at this point, then they truly meant them no harm.

Since there was no ill intent and they even said they could save their lives, they must have something in mind.

Mo Jiang didn't speak. Instead, he first released Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu's pressure points. At the same time, he took out two booklets and placed them on the table. He took a few steps back and gestured for the couple to look at the booklets.

The two had barely glanced at the booklet when Hu Qingniu suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and then seemed to be completely absorbed in reading the booklet with all his might.

The booklets shown to the two were none other than modern medical and chemical knowledge printed out by Mojiang.

The couple, one specializing in medicine and the other in poisons, were both top researchers in their respective fields. For them, new knowledge from different systems was the most attractive thing.

Hu Qingniu looked at Mo Jiang with a complicated expression. With his medical skills, he could naturally tell that the knowledge in the book was very fragmented, but it was a systematic medical system.

"I offer complete knowledge, as well as two drugs and poisons I've never seen before, in exchange for two people helping me solve some professional problems."

"As a deposit, I'll help you resolve Granny Jin Hua's problem first, how about that?"

……

The next day, Mo Jiang casually examined the poisoned people and then sent them away.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the inspection deliberately left Ji Xiaofu until the very end.

Just as he was thinking about what excuse to use next, a cough suddenly came from over there.

A figure was approaching from a distance, and the coughing sound was unusually clear.

Ji Xiaofu's face immediately turned as white as a sheet, "Grandma Jin Hua... Jin Hua..."

Before the word "grandmother" could be uttered, an old woman with a hunched back was already standing outside the door; it was none other than Grandma Jinhua.

"I wondered who had cured the person I had so carefully prepared. I thought it was the Butterfly Valley Physician who broke his oath and made a move, but I never expected it to be a stranger."

Granny Jin Hua looked at Mo Jiang and said, "Young master, your face is quite unfamiliar. I wonder where you came from?"

This is indeed asking about the origins of Mojiang.

"Me?" Mo Jiang stroked his chin and smiled. "Zhang Sanfeng is my teacher, so strictly speaking, I should be from the Wudang Sect."

105. You have superpowers, I have science!

Upon suddenly hearing the name "Zhang Sanfeng," Granny Jin Hua's eyes sharpened instantly.

Master Zhang of the Wudang School is now a legend in the martial arts world.

No one knows exactly how strong he is; all that is known is that everyone who fought against him died.

But this is just a glimpse into the bigger picture. When Zhang Sanfeng was young, he was known as an outcast of Shaolin, yet he managed to establish the Wudang School, a sect that rivaled Shaolin, and Shaolin had no grounds for complaint.

Even now, Zhang Sanfeng is over a hundred years old, which is almost like an auspicious omen or a deity to people of this era.

Even today, Zhang Sanfeng is still recognized as the number one martial artist, a grandmaster, and a god-like figure in the martial arts world.

"I heard that after Master Zhang took in seven disciples, he never took in any more. And the young master doesn't look like Mo Qixia."

Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, is already in his twenties and has a mature appearance beyond his years, unlike Mo Jiang who is so young.

Not to mention that not all of the Seven Heroes of Wudang were Taoists, but they were used to wearing Wudang Taoist robes and all had beards.

It should be said that someone like Mo Jiang, with his short hair and no beard, looks more like a Tibetan monk than a Taoist priest.

"We just accepted you, and the teacher didn't plan to notify anyone else specifically, but I don't think you'd care what we say now."

Mo Jiang stood up, waved to Ji Xiaofu to take Yang Buhui to a farther place, and began to stretch his muscles in front of Granny Jin Hua.

Zhang Sanfeng's reputation commands respect, but before anyone can prove they are Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, what he says has no effect on Granny Jin Hua.

"Let's get straight to the point. I'm guarantor of Hu Qingniu and his wife. If you have any objections, let's call it a day!"

Before she finished speaking, several golden rays shot through the air like meteors. With a flick of her fingers, twelve golden flowers shot out from her sleeves, each wrapped in a sharp gale, aiming straight for Mo Jiang's vital points.

This hidden weapon skill, "Rain of Flowers," is enough to make even top-tier martial arts masters avoid it.

Faced with this probing move, Mo Jiang neither dodged nor avoided it. He knew that it would be unwise to prolong the fight with a veteran martial arts master like Granny Jin Hua.

Therefore, in this battle, if you don't want the opponent to see your weaknesses, then there is only one crucial point.

attack!

onslaught!

The goal is to force the opponent to back down, otherwise, if the battle drags on, the enemy will easily discover the flaws in the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Before it is fully mastered, the Nine Yang Divine Skill is not suitable for prolonged battles.

When she saw that Mo Jiang neither dodged nor avoided her, as if she hadn't reacted yet, the fear in Granny Jin Hua's eyes finally dissipated.

It seems that the person in front of me is not Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, but is just spouting nonsense by using Zhang Zhenren's name.

Just then, Mo Jiang took out a gun from his inventory. It wasn't the Special Forces 1911 he was familiar with, but the Special Forces Goblin Assault Rifle!

A silent assault rifle with a single-shot firing mode, one magazine holds thirty rounds of ammunition.

Almost instantly, Mo Jiang drew his assault rifle, aimed at Granny Jin Hua, and pulled the trigger.

Granny Jin Hua suddenly felt an indescribable sense of crisis. Her intuition, honed through years of experience in the martial world, made her instinctively swing her cane and dodge to the side.