I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 73: The Cook Who Knows a Little Medicine

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: The Cook Who Knows a Little Medicine

Zou Feng clearly remembered that on the morning of his second day in the Black Flood Dragon Gang, a series of names had suddenly appeared on the List of Gods.

On that list, Qian Kun and Ma Pingchuan were already dead.

The other three names, which he didn’t recognize at all back then, were still on the list today.

They were: Zhu Qiming, Wei Lingyun, and He Qingzhi.

Although many things had happened in the meantime, preventing Zou Feng from dealing with them, he had of course investigated these people who wanted him dead.

And with just a little investigation, he had found out who these three were.

All three were from the Danxin Alliance, and their positions were not low—a fact easily discovered with a few inquiries.

The one with the highest status was Zhu Qiming, an Elder of the Danxin Alliance.

He remembered that right after he left the Yang Mansion, it was this Zhu Qiming who had sent men to wait at the Government Office entrance and invite him to a banquet.

’Even though I didn’t go, that shouldn’t have been enough to make them want me dead, right?’

Looking at it now, the biggest reason these three from the Danxin Alliance wanted him dead was likely their feud with Chen Jingsheng.

By choosing to join Chen Jingsheng’s side, he was immediately seen by these three as courting death.

Fortunately, now that he knew all this, he just had to be more on guard against those guys from the Danxin Alliance.

It was also Ji Changsheng’s fault for being too damn tough; his name on the List of Gods hadn’t dimmed much at all.

Otherwise, Zou Feng would have long since served Zhu Qiming and the others a custom-tailored menu of side effects.

"How are your injuries recovering?" Chen Jingsheng turned and asked Zou Feng.

Zou Feng couldn’t overdo the act anymore, so he said, "Much better!"

Chen Jingsheng nodded. "That’s good. During this time, the brothers in the gang have been fighting the remnants of the Ten Directions Sect, and we’ve suffered many casualties."

"We’re short on manpower. You need to be prepared for the Vice Gang Leader to possibly order you to join the operation as well."

Zou Feng wasn’t surprised by this. He couldn’t fake his injuries forever.

This buffer period had not only allowed him to greatly improve his various Cultivation Skills but also to avoid the most intense initial phase of the conflict.

He just needed a few more days to advance to the Eighth Grade as planned. Then, even if he participated in the extermination campaign, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

’After all, I’ll be even better at slacking off than Wang Xingjian.’

After chatting for a bit, it was time for Wang Xingjian to take his medicine again.

His body was too weak right now, and as a mere Ninth Grade Martial Artist, he wasn’t suited for taking Elixirs to heal his wounds.

The effects of Elixirs were too potent and could easily cause burdensome side effects.

Therefore, for the time being, he was still relying on brewed medicinal soups to recuperate.

Looking at the medicinal soup brought over by the Maid, Zou Feng could identify most of the herbs used in it just by its scent.

Having long since memorized the *Materia Medica of Herbs* and fully mastered its contents, coupled with his five senses being greatly enhanced by the Five Poison Skill, Zou Feng was now no worse than an average doctor—in fact, he might even be better.

"Brother Wang, as you know, back at the Yang Mansion, I studied under Luo Yong, who was an expert in preparing medicinal cuisine."

"So, I know a thing or two about various herbs and their effects."

"This soup, the brewing time was clearly insufficient. The scent of the Osmanthus Root in it is too faint, which obviously means it wasn’t aged long enough!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingjian and Chen Jingsheng stared at Zou Feng in astonishment, clearly not expecting him to have such a skill.

But since Zou Feng was one of their own, this was obviously a great thing.

"Younger Brother Zou, then this soup..."

Zou Feng said, "Leave it to me. I’ll brew a new batch for Brother Wang!"

With that, he had the Maid lead him to the rear kitchen.

Revealing his medical knowledge at this moment wasn’t just because Zou Feng genuinely wanted to help Wang Xingjian; naturally, he had other considerations.

’Being skilled in medicine means I’m a special talent. I’ll definitely receive preferential treatment from the Black Flood Dragon Gang.’

’After all, while there are many doctors in Yuan Guang City, there are very few who are also Entering Grade Martial Artists.’

’After all, for the injuries of an Entering Grade Martial Artist, another person of Entering Grade is needed to make an accurate diagnosis.’

’As such a rare talent, as long as I continue to reveal more of this ability, I won’t have to be on the front lines when trouble breaks out.’

’Instead, I’ll be a priority for protection.’

’Protecting the Priest or the doctor is a universal principle in any world.’

’For example, this operation to exterminate the Ten Directions Sect looks like it’ll be a prolonged war, and I just want to tag along and do the bare minimum.’

’If things get bad, I’ll just reveal more of this ability, get transferred to logistics, and focus on my cultivation in peace.’

After Zou Feng temporarily left the room, Wang Xingjian couldn’t help but exclaim to Chen Jingsheng, "I never thought Younger Brother Zou had such skills!"

"Let’s wait and see. It’s not a sure thing," Chen Jingsheng said rationally, not one to be immediately convinced by a few knowledgeable-sounding words from Zou Feng.

"Hall Master, that matter... should we give Younger Brother Zou a heads-up?"

It was clear that Wang Xingjian already believed Zou Feng had real abilities and had developed sufficient trust in him.

Chen Jingsheng pondered for a moment after hearing this before saying, "It’s not that I don’t trust him, but it’s useless to tell him now. It would only interfere with his cultivation."

"That’s true. Then... we’ll wait until Younger Brother Zou has trained a bit more..."

"But the fact that he could turn the tables and kill two Ninth Grade Assassins, despite being heavily injured, is enough to prove he has great potential. It won’t be long before he can help you achieve great things, Hall Master!" Wang Xingjian continued to speak highly of Zou Feng.

Chen Jingsheng nodded slightly. "That would be for the best. When the time comes, I certainly won’t treat you unfairly!"

"Thank you, Hall Master! Ouch..."

Wang Xingjian, who had instinctively tried to bow, aggravated his injuries again and groaned in pain.

About the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Zou Feng reappeared in the room, carrying a porcelain bowl with the newly brewed soup.

After drinking it, Wang Xingjian’s body was simply too weak, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A medicinal soup wasn’t like an Elixir; it couldn’t take effect immediately after being consumed.

But Zou Feng had improved the prescription while in the rear kitchen and had given the Maid detailed instructions on the brewing time and other aspects of its preparation.

Now, Wang Xingjian just needed to drink it a few more times, and he would show significant improvement before long.

To be fair, while Zou Feng did have some medical knowledge, he wasn’t exactly a miracle worker.

However, his medical skills did have their own unique advantages...

With Wang Xingjian in a deep sleep and Chen Jingsheng long gone, even though a Maid was still waiting in the room, there was no one present who could possibly see through Zou Feng’s next move.

So, under the pretext of covering Wang Xingjian with a blanket, Zou Feng used the middle finger of his left hand to give a discreet and swift tap to the most heavily injured part of his body.

After this tap, Wang Xingjian, who had been sleeping fitfully due to his severe injuries, saw his expression immediately relax.

He was clearly no longer in as much pain as before.

This was, of course, an additional wondrous use of the Chaos Finger.

As long as the dosage was adjusted correctly, this thing had an anesthetic-like effect.

To put it bluntly, that finger tap was the equivalent of giving Wang Xingjian a shot of anesthetic.

For someone severely injured, an anesthetic would naturally make them much more comfortable and greatly alleviate their pain.

The effect would last for a long time, so when Wang Xingjian woke up later, he would be pleasantly surprised to find that he really felt so much better all of a sudden.

Supplemented by the medicinal soup, these injuries, which hadn’t actually damaged his bones or tendons, would allow for a swift recovery.