Chapter 8: Stunning Performance

Shen Lang said, "Mom and Dad, I'm going to pick some herbs on the mountain and come back."

"Son, I'll go with you. There are wild animals on the mountain, and I don't want you to get lost," his mother rushed out directly.

She treated Shen Lang like a child, unwilling to let him go alone.

"Mom, boil a pot of water at home, sharpen a small knife, prepare a thicker and longer needle, and prepare some cotton cloth to boil in the water," Shen Lang spoke quickly and clearly, giving instructions.

His mother was surprised at first, but then she didn't question him and nodded, "Okay."

To her, her son had become spirited, and every word he said seemed like an imperial decree.

Carrying a bamboo basket and a small shovel, Shen Lang left home and went up the mountain, followed closely by Tian Heng's thirteen or fourteen henchmen.

They would keep an eye on Shen Lang until they got paid, and they would kill him as soon as the time came.

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Shen Lang was a little worried that the plants in this world might be completely different from those on Earth, but it turned out he was overthinking it. Although there were many unfamiliar plants, a considerable portion of them were exactly the same.

There were many anti-inflammatory Chinese herbs, and Shen Lang's family's backyard was lush with trees.

In just over an hour, he picked a lot of perilla, honeysuckle, and dandelion, all of which could be used for anti-inflammatory purposes.

Unfortunately, this place was not a dry desert or a grassland, so there was no licorice. However, to his surprise, he found indigo woad.

On modern Earth, indigo woad was hailed as a panacea. Shen Lang also dug up more than a dozen other medicinal herbs, some for stopping bleeding, some for reducing fever, and so on, filling the entire bamboo basket. Unfortunately, he didn't find mandrake, so he couldn't make an anesthetic.

In the evening, Shen Lang returned home with a full load, and his mother had already prepared everything.

Shen Lang carefully examined his brother's broken leg with his X-ray vision. Fortunately, the broken bone was relatively smooth and not sharp, so it didn't puncture any major blood vessels.

His mother had already sharpened the small knife and boiled it in hot water.

Shen Lang gently made a small incision at the site of his brother's broken bone, allowing the stagnant blood to flow out and enabling more accurate bone setting.

Unfortunately, the conditions here were too rudimentary to use steel nails. After aligning the broken bone, Shen Lang used boiled needle and thread to suture the wound, applied crushed Chinese herbs to the wound, and then used three well-shaved wooden sticks and boiled cloth strips to bind the area in circles, completely immobilizing the site of the broken bone. Since there was no plaster, he had to use wooden sticks.

"From now on, this leg should not be put down, and it's best not to move. It will be healed in two months," Shen Lang said.

This could barely be considered a small surgery, taking less than an hour from start to finish. Although his brother was sweating profusely from the pain, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Throughout the process, his parents held their breath, not daring to believe what they were seeing. They didn't dare to speak, let alone take a deep breath.

This... this was truly amazing. After Shen Lang returned home, not only did he not act foolishly, but he also became so capable.

His father had just witnessed it clearly. Shen Lang's actions were quick and decisive, his gaze determined, completely different from before.

His brother threw away the stick he had been biting and exclaimed to Shen Lang, "Brother, you're truly amazing! Not only did the swelling in my broken leg go down, but it's not as painful as before. I've seen many doctors treat broken legs, but none of them were as fast and skilled as you!"

Although Shen Jian, his brother, was a cannon fodder in the underworld, he had seen a lot of broken legs and arms, and Shen Lang's display was truly astonishing, both in skill and technique, far surpassing the doctors who treated the gang members.

Most importantly, the previous Shen Lang was completely useless. How did he change so much and become so skilled? Where did he learn such powerful techniques?

His family was both surprised and delighted.

Next, Shen Lang treated his father. First, he drained the accumulated blood in his lungs, otherwise the injury would become more severe.

The most difficult part of this blood drainage was knowing exactly where these hematomas were. This was inside the lungs, and it was almost impossible for the doctors in this world to see them with the naked eye.

However, for Shen Lang, it was effortless. His X-ray vision could easily determine the exact location of the hematomas and effusions.

His mother had already sharpened a thick needle, about three millimeters in diameter, specifically used for sewing animal skins, and boiled it in hot water for disinfection. Shen Lang decisively and accurately pierced his father's lungs and then withdrew the needle, using a plant stem to draw out the blood.

This plant stem was also about two to three millimeters in diameter, hollow after being hollowed out, and was strong enough to draw out the hematomas.

In this way, Shen Lang made several small holes in his father's lungs and gradually drained most of the hematomas and effusions. The remaining small portion could be gradually absorbed by the body's functions.

After Shen Lang's treatment, the effect was immediate.

His father still coughed, but his breathing was much easier. Previously, even with great effort, he felt like he couldn't get enough air, and every breath felt like his lungs were about to burst, causing intense pain. Now, breathing was much easier, and there was no longer a feeling of congestion in his chest. It was truly comfortable.

I didn't expect that, with just a little bit of effort, my son's medical skills have had such a miraculous effect. His medical expertise is truly remarkable.

They say that seeing is believing. My precious son has only been gone for three months, and yet he has acquired such abilities?

"I feel so much better now. My son is truly amazing," the father's words were filled with immense pride.

The mother couldn't believe how clever and capable her son had become. She stared at Shen Lang in disbelief.

"Don't ask. Our eldest son was never foolish, just modest in his wisdom," the father stopped the mother's inquiries and said, "We are so happy with our son's transformation, there's no need to dig deeper."

The mother nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, as long as my son is back, it's a blessing. With his abilities, we won't need to marry Widow Liu. We can open a clinic, save up money, and marry the village chief's daughter."

After that, the parents and younger brother didn't mention Shen Lang's changes, they were just happy.

"My son must be hungry. I'll go prepare your meal," the mother eagerly walked into the kitchen.

The mother was skillful and efficient, and in less than half an hour, the meal was ready. Three bowls of porridge, a large bowl of rice, a plate of wild vegetables, a plate of greens, and a plate of cured meat and cucumbers.

Because the father and brother were bedridden, the dining table was set between their two beds.

Shen Lang had white rice, while the father, mother, and brother had corn porridge.

When Shen Lang tried to share his rice with his father and brother, they firmly refused.

"My son needs to grow, he can't eat corn porridge. If you don't eat rice, I won't either, and neither will your brother," the father said decisively. "My son eats meat..." the mother kept putting pieces of cured meat into Shen Lang's bowl.

Shen Lang wanted to share with his father and brother, but he knew they wouldn't eat it. Seeing him eat meat made them even happier.

Even though his father and brother were injured and recovering, and Shen Lang was healthy, the family gave him the best food to eat alone.

After the meal, Shen Lang brewed medicine and gave it to his father and brother.

His brother's broken bones required bone broth and about two months of rest to heal.

Although the blood clots and fluid in his father's lungs had been drained, the danger to his life was only half resolved. They still needed to continue with anti-inflammatory treatment, lung nourishment, and body strengthening, which required expensive medicine.

"Eldest son, wash your feet," the mother brought warm water and squatted down to wash Shen Lang's feet, a process she was clearly familiar and skilled with, as she had been doing it for the past ten years.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself," Shen Lang couldn't bear to let his mother wash his feet, as it would be disrespectful.

But the mother felt a little sad, "Eldest son, you used to love it when I washed your feet. What's wrong? My hands are clean."

She was worried that Shen Lang, after living a luxurious life in the Xu family for a few months, would look down on her.

Shen Lang understood. Each time she washed his feet, it was a source of happiness for his mother, as he was her most beloved child.

So, Shen Lang was overwhelmed with happiness as he watched his mother's rough hands washing his feet. Throughout the process, her gaze and expression were filled with infinite happiness and contentment.

Shen Lang had inherited this body and memories, but not the emotions. However, within just a few hours, his heart had been captured by the love of his parents and brother.

From that moment on, they were his real parents and his real brother!

He had a responsibility to ensure his family lived a good life.

At that moment, he heard Tian San's faint voice, "Shen Lang, your family is truly loving. But you only have two days. If you can't come up with a thousand gold coins, your whole family will suffer."

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