Chapter Fifteen A Fine Tripod Cauldron

  Qinghua zhezhi huahui wen ba leng yu hupu chun ping, this is the full name of Xue Tiannan's Qinghua porcelain vase in his hand, he is so familiar with this vase mainly because he also has one that is exactly the same.

  Xue Tiannan had only two hobbies in his life, one was medicine and the other was collecting. Among them, collecting mainly played with Qinghua porcelain. He had a crazy interest in Qinghua porcelain. In the circle, Xue Shenyi's name and Qinghua porcelain were almost equal. Whoever wanted to ask Xue Shenyi to treat him would have to carefully prepare a Qinghua porcelain vessel. Although Xue Shenyi might not necessarily accept it, this had already become an unspoken agreement among everyone.

  Su Binglin came over this time based on this consideration. Originally, he had also prepared a Ming dynasty Qinghua porcelain bowl, but after buying this eight-sided jade spring bottle from Xuan Qi's hands halfway, he finally brought this eight-sided bottle over. Because Su Binglin knew that Xue Tiannan had an identical Qinghua porcelain bottle in his hand, and treasured it extremely.

  When Su Binglun saw the octagonal vase, he had already made up his mind to get it, so when Xuan Qi quoted a price, he agreed without much consideration.

  In other people's eyes, the octagonal vase is only worth 18 million, but in Su Binglin's eyes, it is far more than that. The reason is simple: Xue Tiannan likes it!

  "Su, little brother, this gift of yours, I have no resistance to it at all." Xue Tian Nan smiled wryly and shook his head, "Tell me your conditions."

  Xue Tiannan finished speaking and shifted his gaze to Su Mengxue, who had been quietly standing behind Su Binglin without saying a word.

  From the appearance, he couldn't see anything unusual about this little girl, but he knew that things were definitely not so simple. Since Su Binglun brought this little girl here, there must be something wrong with her.

  As he thought of this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart and secretly thought to himself: Alas, it's a pity that only half of the highest medical classic of our Qingnang Sect, the "Qingnang Jing", has been passed down. The diagnostic techniques described on it have also been lost. Otherwise, I would be able to diagnose illnesses with just one glance, just like our ancestor Master Hua Tuo.

  "Xu'er, come and pay respects to Grandfather Xue." Su Binglin said, then turned to Xue Tiannan and said, "This is my youngest son's daughter, Su Mengxue."

  Su Mengxue took a step forward and performed a traditional courtesy to Xue Tiannan, shouting: "Grandpa Xue."

  Xue Tian'nan smiled and nodded: "The last time I saw you, you were still a little yellow-haired girl, and now you've grown up so quickly."

  This is not a place to entertain guests, the three of them left Baicao Garden together. Xue Tiannan first had someone take care of them and went to a stone pavilion, while he himself returned to his room and changed into a dark blue linen robe. His entire demeanor transformed from that of an old farmer who grew medicinal herbs back into the majestic appearance of the renowned Dr. Xue.

  Xue Tiannan also brought a medical box with him, took out a wrist rest from it and said: "Xue'er, put your hand here, Grandpa Xue will take your pulse."

  Su Mengxue looked at her grandfather and saw him nod, then she walked up to the front and sat down, stretched out her arm on the wrist rest, and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a snowy white wrist.

  This arm, which looked crystal clear and extremely beautiful to others, seemed somewhat abnormal in Xue Tian Nan's eyes. Although Xue Tian Nan had not learned the art of Qi discernment, he had decades of medical experience under his belt, and his eyesight was quite sharp compared to ordinary people.

  Su Mengxue was stunningly beautiful from a young age, with skin as white as snow. However, Xue Tian Nan discovered that she lacked the normal flush of blood that people usually have, which manifested in her appearance as a lack of rosiness.

  Xue Tiannan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she extended her index and middle fingers to accurately place them on Su Mengxue's pulse. Then, with her eyes lightly closed, she felt the faint tremors transmitted from the tips of her fingers.

  Su Binglun stood beside him, closely watching Xue Tianran's expression, his heart very tense.

  After a long while, Xue Tian Nan slowly opened his eyes. He didn't rush to conclusions, but instead asked: "Xue Er, do you usually have any uncomfortable places?"

  Su Mengxue hesitated for a moment, then said: "Nowadays, in the early morning hours, I often feel extremely cold, and at the same time, my chest will inexplicably ache, it's very uncomfortable."

  "Has it been like this since you were young?" Xue Tiannan asked.

  Su Mangxue shook her head: "No, it just started in the past two years. Also, I feel like I'm getting weaker and weaker now, and even a little exercise makes me feel extremely tired."

  Xue Tiannan nodded thoughtfully: "Have you been to the hospital for a check-up?"

  Su Binglun, who was beside him, hastily replied: "I've been to many famous hospitals all over the country, both Chinese and Western medicine have been tried, but they can't make a diagnosis. Some doctors say it's heart disease, but they can't detect it with instruments. Brother, this is our last hope, please help!"

  Xue Tiannan sighed and said, "This eight-sided bottle doesn't seem to be easy to get! If I didn't diagnose it wrong, Xue'er should have contracted the Xuanyin Jue Mai syndrome!"

  "What? The Mysterious Yin Pulse has been severed?!"

  Su Binglun shouted out in a voiceless tone, his face filled with shock and incredulity.

  He had naturally heard of this rare and incurable disease, which can be said to be even more terrifying than many cancers today. Because cancer has some treatment options now, but once you contract this disease, it's as if you've been sentenced to death, and in the vast majority of cases, all you can do is wait for death.

  The human body has twelve regular meridians, and these twelve major meridians can also be divided into two properties of yin and yang like all things in the world.

  Collapsing pulse is a congenital disease caused by the obstruction of the meridian, which can be divided into three, six and nine types from light to heavy. If the Taiyin, Shaoyin and Jueyin three pulses are not smooth, it is called San Yin Collapsing Pulse, and so on.

  The nine yin pulse is the most severe, because among the twelve regular meridians, there are only six yin pulses in total. The "nine yin" refers to the fact that three of the "yang pulses" have also been assimilated into "yin pulses".

  Su Binglin was stunned by the news for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and hastily said:

  "How can it be a congenital heart defect? As far as I know, congenital heart defects should have obvious symptoms from an early age, but Xue Er doesn't fit that description. She was very healthy when she was young, and I'm absolutely sure of that!"

  After finishing speaking, Su Binglun looked at Xue Tiannan eagerly, wanting to see the answer he hoped to see on his face.

  Xue Tiannan shook his head: "The true yin pulse is indeed a congenital pulse, but you don't know that this disease and human genetic traits are the same, also divided into dominant and recessive. Dominant pulse, as you said, can be seen from childhood with obvious symptoms, if not treated effectively, nine out of ten will not live past eight years old, six out of ten will not live past eighteen years old, and three out of ten will not live past twenty-eight years old. But apart from this, very few people know that there is actually a recessive true yin pulse, which is extremely dangerous, with no obvious symptoms in the early stages, until..."

  At this point, Xue Tiannan stopped talking and looked at Su Mingxue with a calm face. He sighed and said: "Heaven is jealous of the beauty!"

  Su Binglin's face turned pale again upon hearing this, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Older brother, don't you have any way either? Is the Xuan Yin pulse really incurable?"

  Xue Tiannan hesitated: "It's not that there's no way to cure it, just..."

  "What's the big deal?" Su Binglun's spirit lifted, and he immediately said, "Old brother, you're also clear about my situation. Xue'er is my only granddaughter, no matter what the cost, I'm willing!"

  "I didn't mean it that way." Xue Tiannan said with a bitter smile, "It's not that I'm unwilling, but my medical skills are not up to par. According to historical records, the concept of 'Xuanyin' can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn period, and the great doctor Bian Que had mentioned treatment methods related to it. However, this therapy has long been lost, at least for over a thousand years, and I've never heard of anyone in our Qingfang Sect who has cured Xuanyin Juemai. Xuanyin Juemai is an obscure disease, and ordinary methods cannot detect the location of the disease, unless someone like Bian Que has reached a high level of mastery in Qigong, able to see the flow of internal energy with one glance..."

  It's obvious that the probability of such a person existing is extremely low, ordinary people haven't even heard of Qi diagnosis techniques, and even Xue Tian Nan, an extraordinary divine doctor, only knows a little about it.

  "Is that so......" Su Bingyun muttered with a pale face.

  The parties involved, Su Mengxue, however, took it unusually lightly. She still had a smile on her face and said: "Grandpa, don't worry, Snow doesn't mind."

  ……

  The antique market in Xiangxiang City is located in the southern part of the city, which belongs to the old urban area. The street buildings here were planned a long time ago and have long been unable to meet the needs of modern social development. The municipal government has moved out from here and relocated to the new economic development zone, while this place has gradually become a gathering place for flower and bird markets, just-in-time commodity markets and antique calligraphy and painting markets.

  When Xuan Qi arrived here, it was already noon, just in time for lunch. Having learned from his previous experience, he didn't rush forward this time, but instead went to a local specialty restaurant on the street and had a meal. Then, from the waiter's mouth, he learned about some local conditions.

  There isn't any ghost market, it's just that the service staff suggested that going there in the afternoon or evening would be better, because in the morning it's the domain of the flower and bird market, with old men gathering in crowds, while antique shops and vendors only start formally operating in the afternoons and evenings.

  Xiangxiang City, as the provincial capital of South Xiang Province, naturally has a unique antique market that is much larger than Xiangling City. Various beautifully decorated shops are located at both ends of several streets, and it's rare to see vendors setting up stalls along the road, as if someone is specially in charge of maintaining the city's appearance.

  After lunch, Xuan Qi first walked around the streets in a hurry, remembering several larger jade shops, and then started from one end of the street, slowly sweeping the street, asking one by one.

  However, his luck obviously has not changed yet, and after several hours, he still has nothing.

  The bosses here are more knowledgeable than those in Xiangling City. Most of them know about the existence of red jade, but they don't have it in hand. These people have two completely different views: some think that red jade is worthless, saying that it's just white jade contaminated with mineral impurities, while others believe that red jade is rare and must be formed under more stringent conditions than white jade, making it even more precious.

  Xuan Qi didn't care about any of that, as long as he had the red jade it was fine, regardless of whether it was worth money or not. But reality was cruel, and after walking through the entire street, he still couldn't find even a tiny bit of red jade.

  Do I still have to run all the way to Beijing?

  According to what these antique shop owners said, there must be some in Beijing. You can find all sorts of things at the antique market in Panjiayuan.

  Under the disappointment, Xuán Qí walked out of the ancient street exit. At this moment, he found that the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, as if the mute button had been pressed on a remote control.

  "Wow, what beauties!" someone whispered, "Both of them are!"

  "Oh no, could it be a movie star? What big news!"

  Xuan Qi followed other people's gaze and looked up, his eyes suddenly couldn't move away.

  The person walking in front was indeed a great beauty, with a head of shiny black hair simply tied up, her white face smooth as silk, and her eyelashes deep and dark framing her sparkling eyes. Her posture seemed to exude a fatal charm, as if every move she made showed off her captivating beauty.

  Such a beauty, wherever she walks is the focus, no wonder all the men around her have forgotten what they are doing now.

  In Xuan Qi's mind, the phrase "Enchanting and Natural, Born to be a Rare Beauty" involuntarily emerged.

  "What a wonderful world!"

  Lao Ding's excited voice echoed in Xuan Qi's mind, startling him out of his daze.

  It was only then that he discovered there was another pretty girl behind the beautiful woman, and he knew her.

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