svetikya Chapter 131 Medical Classics
Chapter 131 Medical Classics
As soon as I stepped into the middle courtyard, I heard a deep, stern rebuke: "Go see what's going on in the front yard!"
The speaker was a steward dressed in a dark blue kimono, directing more than twenty disciples dressed in training uniforms to line up. The disciples were still sleepy-eyed, their clothes were crooked, and their samurai swords were not yet drawn. They had obviously been awakened by the commotion in the front yard and had not yet figured out what was going on.
"Go straight in," Yan Shuo ordered.
The children raised their guns and fired, bullets raining down, and more than twenty people fell to the ground instantly, without even a chance to resist.
The steward's eyes widened, and just as he was about to draw his gun, a bullet pierced his forehead, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Woof! Woof!" Several fierce barks suddenly rang out, and three vicious dogs rushed out of the room, baring their teeth and with red eyes, heading straight for Yan Shuo.
Yan Shuo dodged to the side, raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession, each shot hitting the dog precisely between the eyebrows. The vicious dog fell heavily to the ground, its limbs twitched a few times, and then it died.
"Pah!" Yan Shuo spat on the ground, wiped the bloodstains from his trouser leg, and said, "Keep searching."
The children scattered and conducted a thorough search of the small courtyard, which was about two or three acres in size.
The central courtyard was the residence of Kagaya Eiji. His room was in the main house. Pushing open the door, one could see that the room was exquisitely furnished, with a Japanese-style low table, tatami mats, and flags of kendo schools hanging on the walls. A wooden cabinet in the corner caught Yan Shuo's attention.
Upon opening the wooden cabinet, a radio was immediately visible, with a codebook next to it, its cover written in Japanese and marked with its classification.
"It's quite interesting that a radio station is hidden in a kendo dojo."
Yan Shuo picked up the codebook and flipped through it, his eyes full of doubt.
He then carefully inspected the room and found something unusual about the wall behind the dressing screen. He knocked on it and heard a hollow sound.
He kicked the wooden partition door hard, and it broke open, revealing a hidden dark room.
The dark room was small, but it was crammed full of bookshelves. The books, of varying ages, were piled up from the floor to the ceiling, and most of them were Chinese medical books with titles on their covers.
Yan Shuo casually picked up a book, his fingertips brushing against the yellowed pages, his pupils suddenly contracting. This was a rare copy of the handwritten notes of a famous doctor from the Qing Dynasty!
Here's another book, an ancient manuscript of the Tang Dynasty's "Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold," now out of print!
I picked up another book, a family secret recipe passed down by an old folk Chinese medicine doctor. The handwriting was beautiful, and it recorded the treatment methods for countless difficult and complicated diseases.
Yan Shuo's family has studied medicine for generations. From a young age, his father forced him to memorize traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions and recognize medical books with a ruler. He is very familiar with these precious medical books.
These books weigh at least a ton, and each one is priceless. They could never have been gathered together and ended up in the hands of a Japanese kendo dojo master if they hadn't been stolen or robbed!
"So many good medical books, these are all out of print, rare copies, you son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you!"
Yan Shuo was so angry that he cursed loudly, his chest heaving violently.
He could imagine that the original owners of these medical books were perhaps old Chinese medicine practitioners guarding family heirlooms, or scholarly families who possessed ancient scrolls. Under the iron heel of the Japanese army, they were either killed or forced to surrender, which led to these national treasures falling into the hands of the Japanese.
Enraged, Yan Shuo immediately began collecting the medical books from the secret room one by one into his spatial ring, afraid of missing a single one.
After collecting the medical books, he also took the radio and codebook, his fingertips tracing the fixed call sign on the radio, a calculating glint in his eyes.
This call sign must have a fixed contact. As long as he keeps an eye on this call sign and the patterns in the codebook, if someone sends a corresponding message, he can follow the clues and lure out the people behind it one by one.
He swept all the items with writing on them in Kagaya Eiji's room into his spatial ring, including account books, notebooks, notes, and even a menu with Japanese writing on it. These small pieces of paper might contain unknown clues, and he could eventually find something by studying them slowly when he got back.
The finishing touches on the central courtyard had already been taken care of by the children. Yan Shuo looked up towards the side courtyard, and the waterside pavilion, fish pond, and carved wooden corridor that he had swept across the wall were still in his mind. Such an exquisite layout was definitely not an ordinary place for entertaining guests. Mizutani Akihiro must be hiding in it.
He immediately mobilized his troops, sending 10 weapon dolls and 10 substitute dolls to guard the entrance of the side courtyard to prevent the people inside from escaping in the chaos. After the backyard was cleared out, he concentrated all his forces to launch a strong attack on the side courtyard.
"Let's go, clear the backyard!" Yan Shuo gripped his silenced pistol and took the lead, followed by the dolls in neat formation, their footsteps so light they were almost silent.
The backyard was starkly different from the desolate front yard and the exquisite middle yard. Most of the area was occupied by servants' quarters and warehouses. The weapon rack in the corner was filled with all kinds of weapons, mainly Japanese katana, with their blades polished to a gleaming shine and reflecting a cold light in the dim light.
On the other side of the weapon rack, there were quite a few Chinese weapons neatly arranged: Tang swords, eight-sided swords, ring-pommel swords, and even a few embroidered spring knives. Although the patterns on the scabbards were somewhat worn, they could not hide the exquisite craftsmanship and were obviously old items.
"You little devil, why are you carrying so many Chinese weapons? You're not using them, it's just a stupid thing to do."
Yan Shuo reached out and drew an eight-sided sword. The blade trembled slightly in his hand, revealing its sharpness. Judging from its age, it was at least a hundred years old. He casually stroked the scabbard, his eyes full of satisfaction. "Since you don't need it, then I'll gladly accept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took all the Chinese weapons from the weapon rack. He didn't even glance at the Japanese katana; to him, these Japanese weapons were far less convenient than the ancient Chinese weapons.
The contents of the warehouse surprised Yan Shuo even more. On the wooden shelves in the corner were many precious porcelains, including blue and white porcelain, famille rose porcelain, and Ru ware porcelain, which were arranged in a staggered manner. Gold and jade artifacts were placed in wooden boxes with exquisite carvings.
There is also a hidden little secret room. Pushing open the door, you are greeted by the aroma of wine. Dozens of jars of aged wine are neatly stacked, and the freezer next to it is full of frozen meat, mostly beef, with a good balance of fat and lean, which is obviously top-quality.
"You're crazy! Hiding so many beef jerky balls? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?" Yan Shuo cursed, but his hands moved quickly. The light from his spatial ring flashed, and the jars of aged wine and frozen beef were all taken away in one go.
Remembering Li Zhiyao's earlier threats—that he'd break his legs if he dared to store raw meat in his spatial ring—Yan Shuo chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes. "Even if I don't tell you, you can't possibly search my ring, can you?"
On the other side of the warehouse, rice bins and flour sacks were piled up like small mountains, and dried goods, seasonings, and jars of brewed sauces covered half a wall, roughly estimated to contain over a hundred tons of supplies.
"That old devil certainly knows how to enjoy himself, hoarding so much food." Yan Shuo didn't stand on ceremony and took away all the rice, noodles, and dried goods along with them. "We'll treat the brothers to some meat when we get back. This much stuff is enough to last us for a while. It would be a waste not to take it."
After collecting the food, several bags of dog food with Japanese writing on them caught my eye in the corner. The kibble was plump and had a faint meaty aroma, indicating that it was top-quality.