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As time passes, Benevolent Pavilion branch ushered in an ordinary morning.
The morning light shines through the cracks of the leaves, sprinkling speckles of sunlight onto the neatly arranged herbs, casting a golden veil over this tranquil land.
Dewdrops hang on the tips of leaves like pearls, swaying gently in the breeze, shimmering with a sparkling light.
This is a vibrant land, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, with only the natural sounds of breathing and growth.
Bei Lin'er Standing at the edge of this land, she is dressed in white, with a white veil on her face, her clothes fluttering in the wind, as if blending into the land. There is no longer confusion in the woman's eyes after the war, but instead, there is determination and calmness.
In the courtyard of the rudder, the disciples in white are busy. Some are harvesting herbs, some are processing dried medicinal materials, and others are grinding and weighing the materials before packing them into medicine bags.
These medicine bags will be sent to various pharmacies, or directly supplied to the palace, nobles, and aristocratic families. All of this silently demonstrates the influence and prestige of Benevolent Pavilion.
Beilin Walking slowly through the fields of medicinal herbs, her fingers gently brushed over the lush green leaves, feeling their vigorous vitality.
In her hands, she carried a basket containing tea served in exquisite tea sets and a few carefully selected fruits, a small token of appreciation she prepared for her hardworking senior brothers.
When she walked up to a disciple who was working hard, he looked up and his eyes brightened when he saw her: " Miss Bei, you're here."
Bei Lin'er nodded gently, her face warm with a smile like a spring breeze: "Brother, you've worked hard. I've brought some tea and fruit, hoping to quench your thirst and refresh your spirits for a while."
Disciples stood up, sweat glistening on their foreheads in the sunlight: "Thank you for your kindness, junior sister. The weather has been good these days, and the land is fertile after the rain. The medicinal herbs are growing especially well, so we are even more motivated."
Bei Lin'er set down the basket and helped distribute tea and fruit to each disciple.
When Bei Lin'er's figure gradually faded away, the senior brothers in the medicine field exchanged a knowing smile, then began a leisurely conversation.
A senior brother casually placed a sickle on his leg and shook his head, sighing, " Miss Bei is truly a sensible and kind woman. It's just that scar—someone was cruel enough to harm such a vulnerable woman. It's just too much."
A hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes as his fingers unconsciously touched his own cheek, as if he could feel her pain.
The senior brother next to him stopped his work and pondered, saying, "Indeed, if it weren't for that scar, Miss Bei would have been stunning with her original appearance. I believe in three to five years, she would have definitely grown into a great beauty." There was a hint of regret in his tone, and after speaking, his eyes involuntarily looked in the direction where Bei Lin'er had left.
The second senior brother lightly tapped his knee and said thoughtfully, "With such a scar, besides the former head of the sect, perhaps no one else can heal it." There was a hint of reverence in his voice towards the sect leader.
The third senior brother looked up at the sky and sighed, "Let's not talk about it. What's the use of mentioning the former head? He hasn't shown his face for many years. He used to appear at the headquarters and branch halls, but since handing over everything to his daughter, Wei Fei, he has rarely been seen. Even Senior Sister Wei Fei doesn't know his whereabouts."
The senior disciple continued, "You guys don't understand this. This is the mysterious aspect of our master. Since he can heal such facial scars, the art of disguise is naturally within his capabilities. Perhaps all these years, he has been silently watching over us." His words revealed a hint of playfulness and unwavering trust in the sect leader.
The second senior brother, upon hearing this, showed a knowing smile and nodded in agreement, saying, "That's true. Our master has always loved to joke around and surprise people. He never follows the rules and always does the unexpected. So even if he did something like this, it wouldn't be surprising at all."
Later, everyone looked at each other in surprise, and one person reached out to pull another person's face.
"You just talk, why do you have to pick on others for no reason!"
"I'm just afraid, I want to make sure," the person said with a sneer.
The crowd burst into laughter, and the sound echoed through the medicinal field, adding a touch of vitality and warmth to this green world.
On the other side of the courtyard, several senior brothers and sisters are discussing a prescription. One senior brother is holding an old book, quietly reading its contents, while Fei, the senior sister next to him, is carefully grinding medicinal herbs as she listens. Their focus seems to shut out everything around them.
Bei Lin'er approached lightly, and her arrival did not disturb their focused discussion.
This senior brother had a burly figure, and looked to be around thirty years old. His face was honest, with bright and deep eyes, giving off a sense of calm reliability.
His palm is wide and powerful, but his fingertips are unusually agile, flipping through the "Compendium of Materia Medica" with gentle and precise movements, showing his respect and care for this treasure trove.
His hair is meticulously groomed, and although he is wearing ordinary white clothes, his neat appearance and natural demeanor make him look both solid and scholarly.
The senior brother's gaze lifted from the pages of the book, shimmering with reverence for knowledge: "This is a formula for 'clearing the mind and calming the spirit,' which can soothe the mind and settle the soul, providing great assistance for cultivating one's character."
Sister Fei lightly tapped the mortar with the pestle, producing a crisp sound, her eyes revealing a hint of concentration: "Perhaps we can try replacing the white poria in the formula with Gastrodia Elata to achieve a better calming effect."
Bei Lin'er approached, her curiosity fully ignited, the light in her eyes clear like dew-kissed herbs: "Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother, will this substitution affect the efficacy of the medicine?"
Senior Brother lightly turned the pages of the book, his fingertips touching the ancient characters, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth: "According to the records in the 'Compendium of Materia Medica,' Gastrodia Elata has the effect of reaching the heart and kidneys, and penetrating the hundred meridians. We expect that this substitution will enhance the calming effect of the 'Clear Mind Calming Spirit Powder'."
Sister Fei nodded, her technique becoming more cautious: "We must be careful in controlling the dosage of Gastrodia Elata. Too much can make people drowsy, while too little may not achieve the desired effect."
Bei Lin'er listened intently, her passion and respect for medical skills reignited in her heart. She suggested softly, "Perhaps we can conduct some small-scale experiments to observe the effects of different dosages on the therapeutic effect."
The senior brothers and sisters smiled at each other, showing their approval of Bei Lin'er's proposal. This kind of discussion and experimentation is a manifestation of the spirit of Benevolent Pavilion - constantly seeking knowledge, constantly innovating, in pursuit of the highest level of medical skills.
Here, everyone is a scholar and a practitioner, working together towards the higher goal of medical skills.
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