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In the simple room hastily set up by Benevolent Pavilion, Yan Qing, or Bei Lin'er, is kneeling in front of a low table. Various medicinal herbs and bandages are laid out in front of her.
Sister Fei stands by her side, teaching her how to grind the herbs into powder, how to mix them into ointments, and how to apply them to the wounds of the patients, step by step.
"Ling'er, remember, each medicinal herb has its own properties, just like every person has their own temperament," Sister Fei said, rhythmically pounding the mortar in her hand, creating a clattering sound.
Yan Qing listened attentively, her fingers gently flicking a dried rhubarb plant. "What is the rhubarb used for?" she asked.
Sister Fei A slight smile revealed her admiration for the apprentice's eagerness to learn. "The Chinese knotweed is mainly used to strengthen tendons and bones, and benefit the joints. It has a good therapeutic effect on bruises and injuries."
Yan Qing Nodding, she had already picked up another medicinal herb, a deep purple herb. "What is this?" she asked curiously.
"This is purple grass, it can clear heat and detoxify, and when applied externally, it can reduce swelling and relieve pain," Sister Fei explained, and then demonstrated how to grind the purple grass into a paste and apply it to a simulated piece of skin.
Yan Qing followed suit, feeling the cool sensation of the purple grass paste on her skin, which reminded her of the soldiers injured on the battlefield. If she had learned this knowledge earlier, perhaps she could have alleviated their suffering.
As time passed, Yan Qing gradually mastered more medical skills under the guidance of Sister Fei. She learned how to choose the appropriate herbs based on different wounds, how to brew herbs into medicinal soups, and even learned how to use acupuncture to help patients relieve pain.
One day, a soldier injured by gunpowder was brought to Benevolent Pavilion. His injuries were severe, and he was in a coma.
Yan Qing looked at the wounds on his body, feeling a deep sense of pain.
" Sister Fei, can we save him?" Yan Qing asked anxiously.
Sister Fei took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. "We must do our best."
For the next few hours, Yan Qing and Sister Fei were busy. They first cleaned the soldiers' wounds, then used a medicinal soup made from honeysuckle and wild chrysanthemum to wash the wounds to prevent infection.
Yan Qing still remembers Sister Fei telling her that both of these medicinal herbs have the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, making them especially suitable for treating wounds caused by firearms.
Yan Qing carefully poured the medicine onto the wound, and she could see the soldier's muscles contracting from the pain, but he still did not wake up.
Next, she covered the wound with the ointment she had prepared herself. This was a method she had learned from the old man, using ingredients such as beeswax, tang-kuei, and Rehmannia. This ointment could help the wound heal and also alleviate the pain.
Under the careful care of Yan Qing and Sister Fei, the soldier's condition gradually stabilized. A few days later, he finally woke up. Watching the soldier slowly open his eyes, Yan Qing's heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.
"Thank you, I owe my life to your treatment," the soldier said weakly.
Smiling, Yan Qing knew that this was the first time her medical skills learned at Benevolent Pavilion had truly saved a life. It filled her with confidence in the path she had chosen for herself.
Until one day, the appearance of a man in black disrupted the tranquility of the temporary wooden house built by Benevolent Pavilion.
In the dark of night, figures in black approached the wooden house like silent ghosts. Their purpose was unclear, but the hidden killing intent in the night made Yan Qing's heart tighten. Sister Fei also sensed that something was wrong, tightly gripping the silver needle in her hand, her eyes flashing with vigilance.
" Bei Lin'er, is there anything unusual?" Sister Fei whispered to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing tiptoed towards the back door. She pushed it open, and a cold wind hit her face. In the darkness of the night, several dark figures were quietly approaching.
"Who is it?" There was a hint of trembling in Yan Qing's voice.
A figure emerged from the darkness, wearing a mask that only revealed a pair of cold eyes on his face: "We are here to find someone."
Yan Qing Her heart tightened, knowing that these people were definitely not good. She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm: " Benevolent Pavilion never gets involved in the disputes of the martial arts world. You've come to the wrong place."
"The person we want is right here." The person's voice was cold and indifferent, as if they had already locked onto their target, referring to the soldier they had painstakingly rescued just a few days ago.
Yan Qing's heart raced, and every step that followed was taken with great caution. She slowly backed away, preparing to return to the wooden house to report the situation.
However, at that moment, a dark figure suddenly dropped from the roof and headed straight for Sister Fei. Yan Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and she shouted, "Be careful!"
Sister Fei reacted quickly, and the silver needle in her hand shot out like lightning, hitting the throat of the man in black. The man in black let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground.
Yan Qing had no time to be surprised. She quickly pulled Sister Fei and retreated back to the wooden house, while loudly warning the people inside, "Enemies are attacking!"
Inside the wooden house, the white-clothed person quickly gathered. Although they were medical practitioners, each of them possessed remarkable martial arts skills. They wielded knives and swords, facing the encirclement of the black-clothed people without fear.
A sudden battle unfolded in the night of Benevolent Pavilion.
The sword light flickered, the needle shadows rained down, and the intense battle between Benevolent Pavilion's White-clothed person and the black-clothed person unfolded like a picture of life and death intertwined.
Yan Qing also picked up a short blade. Although her movements were unskilled, every strike she made was extremely decisive. She was no longer the weak princess, but a brave warrior.
The battle lasted for half an hour, and the black-clothed person was finally repelled. Although the white-clothed person of Benevolent Pavilion also suffered casualties, they defended this sanctuary for saving lives. Sister Fei walked to Yan Qing's side, looking at the sword wounds on her body, her eyes filled with concern: " Bei Lin'er, are you okay?"
Yan Qing shook her head: "I'm fine, just some minor injuries."
Sister Fei gently bandaged her wounds, her movements gentle and delicate: "You were very brave today."
Yan Qing A faint smile, with a hint of warmth in the heart: "This is my home, and I want to protect it."
Late at night, Benevolent Pavilion and the White-clothed person returned to their posts, continuing to treat the injured.
And Yan Qing, also on this night, from a princess seeking refuge, grew into a true member of Benevolent Pavilion. As long as there is breath, she will be with the people of Benevolent Pavilion to guard this land of salvation.
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