Chapter 10: General Teacher
Learning was the correct way to solve all psychological problems!
Song Qingshi was pleasantly surprised to find that the aura of despair that had enveloped Yue Wuhuan had disappeared. He was like an unfeeling porcelain doll coming back to life; like a withering flower that began to exude thriving vitality.
He began to take the initiative to approach him, to strike up conversation, to do things. He would be waiting for him at the door to get up so they could go study every morning.
Even though he was treated badly by the world, he was still kind and gentle towards the world.
No wonder the readers love the protagonist shou. Is there anyone who wouldn’t like such a person?
Song Qingshi’s social anxiety gradually soothed. His nervousness disappeared and he began to reveal his true nature in front of Yue Wuhuan even more.
Outside his bedroom, there was a hesitant knock on the door.
Song Qingshi lifted his head up from the table in a daze. He found that the sky was already bright. He had accidentally fallen asleep while reading last night. He missed the time for study. Who knows how long Yue Wuhuan has been waiting outside the door. He got up in a flurry and quietly checked for any accidental drool. He then ran to open the door before he had time to change clothes or put on his shoes. He said in a daze, “I accidentally fell asleep on the table again.”
He yawned, rubbed the corners of the reddish eyes and wiped away the sleepy tears. He remembered that he had clearly promised to rest well and not sleep on the table anymore. Suddenly, he was a little embarrassed. He quietly glanced at the person in front of him and worked hard to stand straight. He was as well-behaved as a kitten caught doing something bad.
“It doesn’t matter, I just arrived not long ago. You mustn’t do it next time.” Yue Wuhuan looked dazedly at him. He always felt like he was hallucinating.
Now, Song Qingshi has been gracing him with lessons and so, he has been treating him with respect as befitting a teacher.
How could they possibly think that such a person was cruel?
Yue Wuhuan thought, completely at a loss…
If Song Qingshi knew of his thoughts, he would feel extremely wronged. Since he was a child, save for studying, he has never had to worry about anything else. He bought his clothes to all be the same style and color so as to not waste time choosing. He didn’t care about the style of cut for his hair and he was never picky with food, eating whatever the housekeeper made. Everyone praised him for being so easy to raise. When he did research there were usually professors leading it and seniors to manage it. He was only responsible for execution and recording. He was a particularly obedient student.
Where would he have gotten the idea that after transmigrating into the novel, aside from saving the protagonist shou, he would also have to be responsible for the management of the Medicine King’s Valley!?
The original body was a social anxiety sufferer who was even less adapt at communication than he was. His management methods were not worthy of being used as reference.
When Song Qingshi had checked his memory, he discovered that the original body was not temperamental. There were reasons for the overwhelming majority of instances when he flew into a rage. For example, when the valley servants had washed that jar full of mold which was actually a fungal medicinal ingredient he had cultivated for several years. Moreover, he stubbornly refused to admit his mistakes. Another example was when someone prattled off in front of him, praising the drunken elixir that he worked so hard to research as the best knockout drug in the world. They actually placed anesthetic he had developed for surgery at the same level as knockout drops used by thieves and highwaymen! The original body turned into a pufferfish in anger but he said nothing and simply killed the person outright.
The valley servants were also treading on thin ice. Every time the master confers to them a task, he would use only very few words. It was very difficult to carry out all their tasks just by guessing. Whenever they saw they master, they were like old mice that had seen the cat. They were afraid to say anything, let alone come over.
Song Qingshi realized the original body’s wrong practices and was determined to reform. He established the Medicine King’s Valley as a medical research institute in the immortal realm. After he made a plan, he made Yue Wuhuan as the senior secretary, letting him take on the important task of communicating for him. Yue Wuhuan was busy rectifying the internal affairs of the valley every day.
Sharpening the axe won't make the wood-splitting take longer.
The Medicine King’s Valley was once again partitioned up. The responsibilities of the valley servants were once again redistributed. Everyone had their own clear-cut and distinct work. Among them, those who were studious and motivated, ambitious to improve themselves, were also given the opportunity to learn basic pharmacology. In the future, they can serve as reserve duty doctors.
Yue Wuhuan held entry to all the places in the Medicine King’s Valley, including the tokens for the treasure house. With a complicated expression on his face, he asked, “Master, how can you trust people so easily?”
Song ‘the hands-off husband’ Qingshi said magnanimously, “I don’t trust people. I only trust you.”
The protagonist shou was a system-certified good person. There could never be a problem with his character! Moreover, letting him do these things to busy his mind will leave him no time to think about other things.
This was a good way to hit two birds with one stone!
Yue Wuhuan was deeply honored and worked diligently. He was born to a royal family and spent many years in the Golden Phoenix Manor. He was good at figuring out people’s hearts and had no shortage of methods. He was able to handle these things with ease. He also took care of the housekeeping and clothes for Song Qingshi. As well as the preparation of his meals, waking him up and all sorts of other chores…
He liked this kind of life, ordinary and trivial.
He even wanted to hypnotize himself and pretend to be a normal person.
…
Song Qingshi felt that Yue Wuhuan’s mental state was getting better and better. He began to smile more and for the time being, he had no tendency to commit suicide. He happily directed his attention back on the study of restoring the Dantian and cultivation.
Spiritual roots and Dantian were things that hadn’t been seen in the modern scientific world.
Song Qingshi was extremely curious. While Yue Wuhuan was dealing with the valley’s internal affairs, he ran to the basement that he had converted to a dissection lab and selected wood-type spiritual root and broken spiritual root types from the hundreds of general teachers in there. He immediately began his dissection and studying the differences between the corpses from the immortal realm and the corpses of normal mortals; studying just what kind of magical thing this thing called spiritual roots were.
In the past, his body had not been nimble. He could only watch his senior brother and sisters perform the dissections during anatomy class. He’d been extremely envious.
Now that he has been reborn with a healthy body, his long-cherished wish has been fulfilled and he happily dissected away.
The scalpel between his fingertips danced in the air as he cut open one corpse after the other, happily oblivious to the passage of time.
After Song Qingshi finished dissecting a general teacher, he would stop, take off his mask and take down notes. In passing he would take in some snacks and Spirit-refreshing tea. While he was happily eating and writing down notes, the basement door opened. Yue Wuhuan walked in with dinner and then stared dumbfounded at the corpse-filled room, the incised intestines and internal organs.
Yue Wuhuan asked carefully, “Master, what are these?”
Song Qingshi was holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth as he turned around in horror, thinking that he had made things worse.
It seemed…he had forgotten to tell Yue Wuhuan not to enter the dissection room.
The study of anatomy was a very important part of modern medicine. Every year, it was the delight of the senior brothers and sisters to see the new students entering the anatomy room for the first time, secretly wagering how many would puke, how many would faint and how many would last till the end. In any case, there would always be new students who would need to be carried out every year. They’ve also gotten used to all the puking. In a few years, all of them will be transformed into valiant warriors who would rush to the cafeteria to eat ribs after doing dissections.
However, Yue Wuhuan has never even dissected a frog, right? Wouldn’t this be too stimulating?
Song Qingshi looked around at the room that now looked practically the same as a murder scene because he’d gotten carried away with his dissections. He then looked around at the general teachers lying haphazardly around the room and the disgusting rancid smell… With all his strength, he swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth and quietly dragged out a basin, preparing to let Yue Wuhuan use it…
“Listen to my explanation. Don’t panic, it’s not what you think.”
Chapter 10: General Teacher
Learning was the correct way to solve all psychological problems!
Song Qingshi was pleasantly surprised to find that the aura of despair that had enveloped Yue Wuhuan had disappeared. He was like an unfeeling porcelain doll coming back to life; like a withering flower that began to exude thriving vitality.
He began to take the initiative to approach him, to strike up conversation, to do things. He would be waiting for him at the door to get up so they could go study every morning.
Even though he was treated badly by the world, he was still kind and gentle towards the world.
No wonder the readers love the protagonist shou. Is there anyone who wouldn’t like such a person?
Song Qingshi’s social anxiety gradually soothed. His nervousness disappeared and he began to reveal his true nature in front of Yue Wuhuan even more.
Outside his bedroom, there was a hesitant knock on the door.
Song Qingshi lifted his head up from the table in a daze. He found that the sky was already bright. He had accidentally fallen asleep while reading last night. He missed the time for study. Who knows how long Yue Wuhuan has been waiting outside the door. He got up in a flurry and quietly checked for any accidental drool. He then ran to open the door before he had time to change clothes or put on his shoes. He said in a daze, “I accidentally fell asleep on the table again.”
He yawned, rubbed the corners of the reddish eyes and wiped away the sleepy tears. He remembered that he had clearly promised to rest well and not sleep on the table anymore. Suddenly, he was a little embarrassed. He quietly glanced at the person in front of him and worked hard to stand straight. He was as well-behaved as a kitten caught doing something bad.
“It doesn’t matter, I just arrived not long ago. You mustn’t do it next time.” Yue Wuhuan looked dazedly at him. He always felt like he was hallucinating.
Now, Song Qingshi has been gracing him with lessons and so, he has been treating him with respect as befitting a teacher.
How could they possibly think that such a person was cruel?
Yue Wuhuan thought, completely at a loss…
If Song Qingshi knew of his thoughts, he would feel extremely wronged. Since he was a child, save for studying, he has never had to worry about anything else. He bought his clothes to all be the same style and color so as to not waste time choosing. He didn’t care about the style of cut for his hair and he was never picky with food, eating whatever the housekeeper made. Everyone praised him for being so easy to raise. When he did research there were usually professors leading it and seniors to manage it. He was only responsible for execution and recording. He was a particularly obedient student.
Where would he have gotten the idea that after transmigrating into the novel, aside from saving the protagonist shou, he would also have to be responsible for the management of the Medicine King’s Valley!?
The original body was a social anxiety sufferer who was even less adapt at communication than he was. His management methods were not worthy of being used as reference.
When Song Qingshi had checked his memory, he discovered that the original body was not temperamental. There were reasons for the overwhelming majority of instances when he flew into a rage. For example, when the valley servants had washed that jar full of mold which was actually a fungal medicinal ingredient he had cultivated for several years. Moreover, he stubbornly refused to admit his mistakes. Another example was when someone prattled off in front of him, praising the drunken elixir that he worked so hard to research as the best knockout drug in the world. They actually placed anesthetic he had developed for surgery at the same level as knockout drops used by thieves and highwaymen! The original body turned into a pufferfish in anger but he said nothing and simply killed the person outright.
The valley servants were also treading on thin ice. Every time the master confers to them a task, he would use only very few words. It was very difficult to carry out all their tasks just by guessing. Whenever they saw they master, they were like old mice that had seen the cat. They were afraid to say anything, let alone come over.
Song Qingshi realized the original body’s wrong practices and was determined to reform. He established the Medicine King’s Valley as a medical research institute in the immortal realm. After he made a plan, he made Yue Wuhuan as the senior secretary, letting him take on the important task of communicating for him. Yue Wuhuan was busy rectifying the internal affairs of the valley every day.
Sharpening the axe won't make the wood-splitting take longer.
The Medicine King’s Valley was once again partitioned up. The responsibilities of the valley servants were once again redistributed. Everyone had their own clear-cut and distinct work. Among them, those who were studious and motivated, ambitious to improve themselves, were also given the opportunity to learn basic pharmacology. In the future, they can serve as reserve duty doctors.
Yue Wuhuan held entry to all the places in the Medicine King’s Valley, including the tokens for the treasure house. With a complicated expression on his face, he asked, “Master, how can you trust people so easily?”
Song ‘the hands-off husband’ Qingshi said magnanimously, “I don’t trust people. I only trust you.”
The protagonist shou was a system-certified good person. There could never be a problem with his character! Moreover, letting him do these things to busy his mind will leave him no time to think about other things.
This was a good way to hit two birds with one stone!
Yue Wuhuan was deeply honored and worked diligently. He was born to a royal family and spent many years in the Golden Phoenix Manor. He was good at figuring out people’s hearts and had no shortage of methods. He was able to handle these things with ease. He also took care of the housekeeping and clothes for Song Qingshi. As well as the preparation of his meals, waking him up and all sorts of other chores…
He liked this kind of life, ordinary and trivial.
He even wanted to hypnotize himself and pretend to be a normal person.
…
Song Qingshi felt that Yue Wuhuan’s mental state was getting better and better. He began to smile more and for the time being, he had no tendency to commit suicide. He happily directed his attention back on the study of restoring the Dantian and cultivation.
Spiritual roots and Dantian were things that hadn’t been seen in the modern scientific world.
Song Qingshi was extremely curious. While Yue Wuhuan was dealing with the valley’s internal affairs, he ran to the basement that he had converted to a dissection lab and selected wood-type spiritual root and broken spiritual root types from the hundreds of general teachers in there. He immediately began his dissection and studying the differences between the corpses from the immortal realm and the corpses of normal mortals; studying just what kind of magical thing this thing called spiritual roots were.
In the past, his body had not been nimble. He could only watch his senior brother and sisters perform the dissections during anatomy class. He’d been extremely envious.
Now that he has been reborn with a healthy body, his long-cherished wish has been fulfilled and he happily dissected away.
The scalpel between his fingertips danced in the air as he cut open one corpse after the other, happily oblivious to the passage of time.
After Song Qingshi finished dissecting a general teacher, he would stop, take off his mask and take down notes. In passing he would take in some snacks and Spirit-refreshing tea. While he was happily eating and writing down notes, the basement door opened. Yue Wuhuan walked in with dinner and then stared dumbfounded at the corpse-filled room, the incised intestines and internal organs.
Yue Wuhuan asked carefully, “Master, what are these?”
Song Qingshi was holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth as he turned around in horror, thinking that he had made things worse.
It seemed…he had forgotten to tell Yue Wuhuan not to enter the dissection room.
The study of anatomy was a very important part of modern medicine. Every year, it was the delight of the senior brothers and sisters to see the new students entering the anatomy room for the first time, secretly wagering how many would puke, how many would faint and how many would last till the end. In any case, there would always be new students who would need to be carried out every year. They’ve also gotten used to all the puking. In a few years, all of them will be transformed into valiant warriors who would rush to the cafeteria to eat ribs after doing dissections.
However, Yue Wuhuan has never even dissected a frog, right? Wouldn’t this be too stimulating?
Song Qingshi looked around at the room that now looked practically the same as a murder scene because he’d gotten carried away with his dissections. He then looked around at the general teachers lying haphazardly around the room and the disgusting rancid smell… With all his strength, he swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth and quietly dragged out a basin, preparing to let Yue Wuhuan use it…
“Listen to my explanation. Don’t panic, it’s not what you think.”
