Chapter 43: Prescription (1/2)

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

Sitting upright opposite to An Rushuang, Ye Chengzhi could no longer stay casual and calm as he used to. Under the gaze of such a pair of pretty eyes, even if Ye Chengzhi was a sloppy guy, he couldn't help blushing and crying in his heart.

How could a noble lady be so bold?

Seeing Ye Chengzhi sweating, An Rushuang couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Ye Chengzhi was at a loss, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing he was so nervous, An Rushuang smiled, “Relax. I just want to ask you something about a prescription.”

Rushuang’s voice was very warm and soft, which made his face even redder. As he had a dark skin, he now looked indeed strange with his blushing face.

But as he heard the word “prescription”, Ye Chengzhi’s eyes were lit up. Although he had not recovered from his previous embarrassment, he hurried to ask, “What prescription?”

An Rushuang told the “Amber power” stuff to him.

Hearing this, Ye Chengzhi was a bit stunned and said after a while, “Miss An, this prescription is rare. I’ve seen a similar prescription in the Medication Book of Hua Tuo (TN: Hua Tuo was a well-known Chinese physician who lived in ancient China. The historical texts Records of the Three Kingdoms and Book of the Later Han record Hua Tuo as the first person in China to use anaesthesia during surgery). It is good for the treatment of wounds’ recovery, but….”

Saying so, he looked at An Rushuang, only to find she was listening to him carefully without any unpleasantness. Ye Chengzhi continued to say, “But Miss An, you may not know that this kind of alcohol is for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. If the patient takes this kind of alcohol with amber power, although it is not good for the wound and may slower the speed of the recovery, it would not have any other influences.”

Alcohol?

An Rushuang slightly frowned. She suddenly thought of the liquor pot on Yun Ran’s table. It was very cold in the desert where there were no seasonal changes. Even in summer, it was freezing cold. People living there all drank alcohol instead of water. Therefore, all of them could remain conscious after hitting the bottle.

“If he drinks a lot after having an incised wound…” asked An Rushuang.

“Then he is seeking death!” said Ye Chengzhi loudly, staring at her.

Hearing this, An Rushuang couldn't help feeling sad and after a while she asked, “How to do with that?”

Hearing this, Ye Chengzhi felt a little tough. He scratched his head and said, “Miss An, I do not know who needs this prescription and I wonder why he still drinks a lot if he had wounds? Is he an alcoholic? Miss An, it’s better not to get along with this kind of person…”

Seeing Ye Chengzhi was about to preach her, Rushuang touched her forehead and said immediately, “No! It was not like that… he’s a friend of my elder brother. Actually, it is indeed difficult for him. He is a leader. You know it’s very cold in the desert. Even if one got injured, it’s hard not to drink alcohol as it can protect one from the freezing coldness in the desert.”