"Who says this is for drinking?" Qin Xuan chuckled.
Ren Qixiang's eyes revealed a trace of disbelief. "Could it be for external application?"
Qin Xuan nodded. "Precisely."
O'Call heard this, and a complex expression appeared on his face. "Kid, I've been studying medicine for twenty years, and I've dabbled in Traditional Chinese Medicine for several years, but I've never seen a decoction used externally to treat internal injuries."
Qin Xuan shook the medicinal soup in the bowl and said calmly, "Well, now you have."
"Nonsense!" O'Call raged. "Aren't these just some folk remedies? I've been in Long Country for several years and have heard of some barefoot doctors who know a few effective folk remedies."
"Most of the prescriptions in Traditional Chinese Medicine originated from these barefoot doctors' accidental discoveries, and they haven't been scientifically validated!"
Qin Xuan sneered upon hearing this. "How many years did you say you've been practicing medicine?"
O'Call confidently held up two fingers. "Twenty years, and I've also studied Traditional Chinese Medicine for five years."
Qin Xuan chuckled dismissively. "Five years? Do you know how many years Long Country has in its history? Five thousand years! Not like your..."
The decoction, combined with Qin Xuan's Dragon Power, made Dan Bende's aged heart feel brand new, as active as that of a young man. Furthermore, some hidden injuries had healed, and the impurities within his body were all purified by the Dragon Power and pushed to Dan Bende's abdomen. The potent effects of the two-hundred-year-old ginseng also directly cleared some of Dan Bende's meridians, causing him to break through to the Xiantian realm of martial arts. In this instance, he had indeed turned misfortune into a blessing.