Farming In The Eastern Cultivation World-Chapter 48: The Injured Myna Bird and the Hunter Vine

As he picked out the medicines, he spoke quickly to Bok Taejin and briefly explaining the names and basic properties of each herb.

Once he had gathered everything, he wrapped the herbs together and added, "These medicinal plants are quite special. Different dosages and methods of use can produce opposite effects. So when using them, you must be extremely careful."

From what Second Uncle had said earlier, Bok Taejin already understood that the principles behind using these herbs were similar to traditional chinese medicine.

Many of the medicinal plants used in this world naturally bore strong resemblances to those in traditional chinese medicine from his previous life.

In his past life, he had always been curious about traditional medicine and had read several ancient medical texts and case studies.

Although he had never studied the subject in depth, he had some knowledge of the basics.

Because of this, he did not question how the same herb could produce different effects like Im Beomhyeon did.

Seeing Bok Taejin nod in understanding, and noting that his expression was not one of forced agreement but genuine comprehension, Second Uncle became even more pleased.

He secretly praised Bok Taejin, thinking that he truly was a child from an immortal sect.

Even if he failed at cultivation, his ability to grasp new concepts far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Before Bok Taejin came along, Second Uncle had tried to pass down his medical knowledge to other villagers, fearing that once he grew old, the village would no longer have a skilled doctor.

The villagers frequently ventured into the mountains and suffered injuries, so teaching them how to process herbs and make healing ointments following prescribed formulas seemed feasible.

However, asking them to diagnose and treat illnesses was another matter entirely.

Second Uncle had trained a few people before, but despite pouring in great effort, he eventually had to accept that they could only follow prescriptions and measure out herbs—they could not adapt treatments based on symptoms.

In the end, they were not suitable successors.

Bok Taejin had no idea that Second Uncle was already considering passing down all his medical knowledge to him.

He also had no idea that this village was essentially a "village of academic underachievers."

Perhaps this was heaven’s way of maintaining balance—granting the people of Hwayang Village strong bodies but not necessarily the aptitude for scholarly pursuits.

Second Uncle finished wrapping up the herbs and walked over to a sturdy wooden table with drawers.

He pulled open a drawer and took out some tools for grinding the medicine.

It was just a medium-sized stone mortar and a wooden pestle.

After placing all the herbs into the stone mortar, Second Uncle picked up the pestle, ready to demonstrate the proper technique to Bok Taejin.

But before he could begin, Im Beomhyeon had already snatched the pestle away, scoffing, "Let me do it! You’re old now—don’t waste your energy on this."

"You brat!" Second Uncle growled while kicking Im Beomhyeon in frustration. "Are you asking for a beating? I can still chase you all over the village and teach your lesson!"

Im Beomhyeon ignored him and continued speaking to Bok Taejin.

"Taejin, watch how I do it first. Later, you can try it yourself."

As he spoke, he glanced at the little bird that Bok Taejin had placed on a high stool beside the medicine cabinet and clicked his tongue.

"It’s too bad that we didn’t have some ointment prepared earlier. If we had, we wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of grinding herbs now."

Hearing this, Second Uncle suddenly smacked his forehead. "That’s right! Getting old really messes with my memory—I actually forgot about that! Winter is coming soon, so we need to prepare some ointments in advance. That way, if someone’s rheumatism acts up, they’ll have patches ready to use. Beomhyeon, you’re not going up the mountain tomorrow, right? You and Taejin can help me make the ointment!"

Im Beomhyeon immediately protested, "No way! I was planning to take Taejin to Reed Bay to hunt ducks tomorrow. Taegeon’s pickled cabbage will be ready by then, and I want to eat pickled cabbage duck! I’ve been holding off on taking Taejin there just for tomorrow!"

Bok Taejin and Second Uncle exchanged glances, their expressions turning strange.

Second Uncle rubbed his nose. "Uh... Beomhyeon, I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"Actually, I took Taejin to Reed Bay today..."

"WHAT?!"

There was a loud clatter—Im Beomhyeon had been so shocked that he had thrown the pestle onto the table.

Im Beomhyeon was visibly upset.

He grumbled under his breath while working even faster, not even bothering to let Bok Taejin practice anymore.

He ground all the herbs himself in a fit of frustration.

Watching from the side, Bok Taejin’s eyelid twitched.

He was now certain that Im Beomhyeon was using this task as an outlet for his displeasure.

The bird was small, so applying medicine and bandaging it required delicate hands.

Im Beomhyeon initially wanted to do it himself, but Second Uncle refused, worried that Im Beomhyeon wouldn’t do it properly.

Im Beomhyeon huffed twice and stepped aside, giving Second Uncle space to work.

When the medicine touched the bird’s body, the little creature, which had been lazily resting with its eyes closed, finally showed some reaction.

Its round black eyes were still dull, but it quietly watched the three people in front of it.

Second Uncle gently stroked the bird’s head with the tip of his finger, and the bird tilted its head slightly, making it look even more endearing.

The treatment process went smoothly.

Perhaps the bird could sense that these three people were trying to help, or maybe it was simply too exhausted to resist.

Either way, it obediently let Second Uncle apply medicine all over its body before being carefully bandaged with a cloth strip.

Once the treatment was done, the bird fell into a peaceful sleep.

Im Beomhyeon and Bok Taejin planned to take it home first and settle it down properly.