"Qing Nang Jing."
Tian Mengyao stared at the name on the scroll and murmured it.
"Do you recognize the characters on it?"
Lin Fan looked at the complex, tiny script, which seemed like gibberish to him.
"Yes."
Tian Mengyao nodded gently and carefully pointed to the characters, each about the size of a fingernail.
"This is Xiao Zhuan. After Qin unified the realm, he standardized the written language. Xiao Zhuan was the official script stipulated by Qin Shi Huang."
Tian Mengyao suddenly thought of something and exclaimed, "Xiao Fan, this is an antique from the Qin Dynasty!"
"Let's not worry about whether it's from the Qin Dynasty for now. If it's the 'Qing Nang Jing'..."
Lin Fan was somewhat shocked, his expression filled with disbelief.
"What's wrong with the 'Qing Nang Jing'? I recall Hua Tuo had a book that seemed to be called the same thing," Tian Mengyao said.
"What Hua Tuo burned was the 'Qing Nang Shu'. However, that's a fictional account in the novel 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' and shouldn't be taken seriously. This 'Qing Nang Jing', however, truly existed historically and holds great significance for the feng shui world," Lin Fan mused.
"Is it that important?" Tian Mengyao asked curiously.
Lin Fan nodded vigorously, "Historical records state that during the Chu-Han contention, Liu Bang's strategist Zhang Liang, do you know where all his knowledge came from?"
"It was that, that..." Tian Mengyao tapped her head, the words on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't recall them.
"Zhang Liang, in his thrice-offered shoes, retrieved the sandals for Huang Shi Gong from under the bridge three times. Huang Shi then bestowed upon him a scroll of 'Taigong's Art of War', which enabled Liu Bang to seize the empire."
Lin Fan had only learned some knowledge about the 'Qing Nang Jing' that afternoon at the coffee shop by searching it on his phone.
"Besides 'Taigong's Art of War', he also passed down the 'Qing Nang Jing', which is the earliest classic of feng shui studies in the world, and has always been revered as the foremost scripture of feng shui and geomancy."
Lin Fan unconsciously touched the incredibly precious scroll.
"Throughout history, countless commentaries on the 'Qing Nang Jing' have appeared, yet no one knows what the true 'Qing Nang Jing' is or where it is."
Lin Fan exclaimed with excitement, "Huang Shi Gong lived during the late Qin and early Han dynasties. If the script on it is indeed Xiao Zhuan, then perhaps it was written by Huang Shi Gong himself."
"Ah!" Tian Mengyao gasped, her gaze intently surveying the pieced-together ancient scroll.
If this 'Qing Nang Jing', which was comparable to 'Taigong's Art of War', was genuine, its value would be immense!
"Xiao Fan, this is a national treasure!" Tian Mengyao exclaimed.
"Yes, if it's the original, its value is immeasurable."
Lin Fan pondered for a moment and asked, "What do we do now?"
Undoubtedly, if they revealed it now, it would cause an earthquake in the academic world by tomorrow.
Tian Mengyao pondered for a moment and replied, "You keep it safe for now. Don't tell anyone."
"Xiao Fan, it was found among the antique books someone gifted you. It's yours now, and you understand feng shui and geomancy. Perhaps you can learn something from it?"
Lin Fan gave a wry smile, "I... I don't even recognize the characters on it."
"Don't worry, study it slowly. Once you're sure you can't learn anything from it, then consider its whereabouts," she said.
It was clear that in the face of righteousness and personal affection, Tian Mengyao chose the latter.
Anyone normal would likely make the same choice!
"I'll try then."
Zhang Liang received 'Taigong's Art of War' to assist Liu Bang in conquering the empire and became famous in history. One wondered what magical properties this 'Qing Nang Jing' possessed.
Tian Mengyao yawned and glanced at the wall clock. "It's almost one in the morning!"
Her eyes widened, "Oh no, oh no, I have to lead the villagers in work tomorrow. Xiao Fan, you put it away safely, I'm going back to sleep now."
"Mm." Lin Fan nodded and saw her back to the village committee office.
Returning to the medical clinic.
Lin Fan activated his Purple Pole Spirit Eyes and looked at the 'Qing Nang Jing'.
His divine eyes could see through the human body, survey mountains and waters, and predict fortune or misfortune. However, he found nothing unusual on the 'Qing Nang Jing'.
"Hiss~"
"I can't see anything. Perhaps its mystery lies in its content?"
Lin Fan stared at it for a while, his eyes starting to blur.
"Forget it, I'll have the silly girl translate it tomorrow."
"Sleep, sleep."
Seeing that it was almost two o'clock, Lin Fan quickly lay down on the sofa and took off his clothes to sleep.
The 'Qing Nang Jing' was an item obtained by chance, and what Huang Shi Gong passed down was profound and inscrutable. It would be strange if one could understand it at a glance.
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The next morning.
Lin Fan was woken up by a patient and began his busy day.
Last night's commotion about the sealing of the medical clinic had spread far and wide. Many people came early in the morning simply to check if Lin Fan's clinic had been affected.
"Doctor Lin, it's good that you're alright."
"Let them dream about sealing your clinic!"
"We all support you, let's see which bastard dares to come!"
While getting treatment, the villagers expressed their solidarity.
"Don't move, don't move." Lin Fan was taking the pulse of a man. "I can't get a clear reading like this."
"Heh." The man chuckled, genuinely relieved. Having Doctor Lin in the vicinity of ten villages was truly a blessing.
*Creak!*
A harsh braking sound echoed. The patients in the clinic couldn't help but change their expressions. They stood up one after another, glaring at the outside.
"They still dare to come? They must be tired of living!" The man slammed the table.
"Hold on, let's see what's going on," Lin Fan also stood up, his brows furrowed.
"Doctor Lin!"
"Who is Doctor Lin?" A short, sturdy man rushed into the clinic in a panic.
"I am. What can I do for you?" Lin Fan could tell at a glance that the person wasn't there to cause trouble.
"Please, save my mother!" Without a word, the man knelt before Lin Fan, kowtowing three times.
"Don't do that, please get up first," Lin Fan quickly helped the man up.
"My mother is dying!" The man's face was filled with tears. "You must save her!"
"Where is the patient? What is her current condition?" Lin Fan asked.
"In town," the man pointed outside. "She's clutching her chest, saying she can't breathe. I don't know what's wrong."
"Quick, take me." Lin Fan grabbed his medical bag and bowed to the patients in the clinic, "I apologize, I have an emergency patient."
"Doctor Lin, hurry up and go."
"Xiao Fan, come back soon."
"Don't worry about us." Amidst the well wishes of the crowd, Lin Fan quickly got into the minivan and sped towards town.
Twenty minutes later.
Lin Fan sat in the back seat, his gaze inadvertently falling on the rearview mirror, and his expression suddenly tightened.
"Brother, is your mother truly gravely ill?"
"Yes, Doctor Lin." The man wore a hint of a smug smile.
"Oh~" Lin Fan drew out his words, saying nothing more. He wanted to see what tricks the other party was up to.