Chapter 2: Bian Que's Lost Prescription

  "Whoa!" Qin Yiren suddenly stood up from the water bucket, splashing water everywhere, and hot water splashed all over Meng Er's body.

  If it weren't for Qin Yiren covering his lower body with a thin shirt, he would have definitely "leaked" out. Even so, Miao Er's face turned bright red with embarrassment.

  "Do you really know?" Qin Yi grasped Meng Er's thin shoulders with both hands, shaking her vigorously and shouting loudly.

  "Ouch! Young master, you're hurting me!" Mo Er's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her face contorted in pain.

  Qin Yiren hastily let her go and urged: "Do you really know?"

  "Yes." Meng Er rubbed her shoulders and said crisply.

  "What's the secret?" Iron Eagle Guards were the most elite forces of the Qin army, the top military power in the land at that time. If one could become an Iron Eagle Guard, the benefits didn't need to be said, and Qin Yi was extremely eager.

  Mo Er didn't answer hastily, but instead looked around cautiously, went to the door and listened for a moment before turning back and saying in a low voice: "It's a secret recipe."

  "Secret formula?" The Iron Eagle Swordsmen were already unbelievable, the Iron Eagle Sharpshooters even more so. This secret formula must be extraordinary, Qin Yiren's eyes burned with excitement.

  "It's the secret recipe left by Bian Que." Mo Er's words shocked everyone.

  "Divine Doctor Bian Que?" The great name of the divine doctor Bian Que has been passed down through the ages, admired by countless people, and his god-like medical skills have been praised by countless people. Qin Yi almost bit off his tongue.

  "It was him." Mo Er said in a low voice, explaining the reason.

  Bian Que, the divine doctor, wanted to treat Duke Huan of Qi's illness. Duke Huan said he was not ill, and Bian Que just wanted to make a name for himself by treating his disease, so he ignored him. This is the origin of the famous idiom "to refuse treatment due to fear of doctors".

  Bian Que knew that the matter could not be done, so he left the State of Qi. Later, Duke Huan of Qi's illness worsened, and he sent someone to look for Bian Que, but Bian Que had long since flown away into the distance. From then on, Bian Que traveled all over the world, saving countless lives. When he arrived in the state of Qin during the late years of Duke Xiao of Qin, he coincidentally met with Shang Yang who invited him to treat Duke Xiao's illness.

  At this time, Qin Xiao Gong was already critically ill. Even if Bian Que's medical skills were divine, it would be a case of "heaven's inability to help".

  However, the centenarian Bian Que and Duke Xiao of Qin became close friends despite their age difference. Bian Que left behind a secret recipe that could improve one's physique and increase strength. The state of Qin used this prescription to train its Iron Eagle Swordsmen, which enabled them to further excel in their skills on the hundred-foot pole, thus giving rise to the Iron Eagle Elite Guards.

  "Improve physique? Increase strength?" Qin Yiren's eyes gleamed with a fiery passion.

  He experienced three years of house arrest, unable to eat his fill or dress warmly, and his body was worn out, with extremely poor physical health. This improvement in physical health alone would have been enough to drive him mad.

  Not to mention increasing his strength, which helped him in martial arts practice, how could he not be enthusiastic?

  "What a pity." Qin Yiren shook his head heavily, the fervor in his eyes fading away: "What's the use of knowing secrets? Without the formula, what can be done?"

  The key is in the secret recipe; just knowing the secret is useless and doesn't help with anything.

  "Prince, I know the secret recipe." Mo Er hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and saying.

  "What?" Qin Yiren jumped three feet high, splashing water everywhere, and wrapped Meng'er in his arms, exclaiming in shock.

  Moyi was held in Qin Yiren's arms, feeling the warmth of his body, her heart racing wildly, her pretty face flushed bright red, extremely shy.

  "Do you really know? Are you kidding me?" Qin Yiren asked eagerly.

  Moyi's face darkened slightly, and she nodded lightly. Although she didn't say a word, her determination was evident in her expression.

  "Great!" Qin Yiren pecked a kiss on Miao's small mouth, making Miao shriek with embarrassment, but it only brought out Qin Yiren's laughter: "Miao, you're really my lucky star. How did you know?"

  Qin Yiren was a prince's son, and he didn't know the secret of Tieying Rui Shi, let alone the secret formula. But Mo Er, this maid, actually knew, which really piqued one's curiosity.

  "My father was the one who prepared medicine for Tieying Rui Shi, I saw him prepare it and remembered it." Mo Er's words made Qin Yiren extremely happy.

  "Can you match?" Qin Yiren really wanted to sing loudly.

  Just thinking of sleeping, there's someone delivering pillows, this feeling is too wonderful.

  "It's capable but it's just too expensive, the cost is not small." Mo Er said with a worried heart.

  "Expensive? What's expensive about it? This young master has a lot of gold, several hundred taels, and still worries that it's not enough?" Qin Yiren didn't take this matter to heart at all, patted his chest, and was full of confidence.

  Originally with less than a hundred taels of wealth, after robbing Lü Buwei, his wealth increased again, and he had several hundred taels of wealth. It was just right to use it for martial arts training. In his heart, he cheered: "Lü Buwei, you are really a good person! This young master lacks gold, and you sent gold to this young master."

  "Gongzi, do you know how much a Tieying Rui Shi spends on medicine every day? Two jin!" Mo Er heavily struck Qin Yiren's confidence.

  "Two taels of gold?" Qin Yi quickly calculated that with his current assets, he could sustain himself for at most half a year. And this was just the cost of medicine; adding food, clothing and other expenses, the time he could sustain himself would be even shorter.

  "With the mighty national strength of Da Qin, it can only maintain a few thousand Golden Iron Eagle Soldiers." Mo Er's words were quite striking.

  An Iron Eagle Guardsman's daily allowance is two jin of gold, so for a thousand men it would be two thousand jin per day. In one year that would be seven million jin. Even if the Qin state had immense national strength, they couldn't afford to have too many Iron Eagle Guardsmen. This is just their allowance; if you add up other expenses, it's enough to make your head spin.

  "The young master has been practicing martial arts since he was a teenager, not from childhood, and after three years of imprisonment, his body is extremely weak. He needs to soak in the bath three times a day, morning, noon, and night, which costs six taels of gold every day." Meier counted on her fingers.

  According to her calculations, Qin Yiren's family assets were rapidly shrinking, and they could barely make ends meet for more than a month.

  "No matter how expensive it is, I will use it." Qin Yiren gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

  No matter how much money you have, it won't turn into strength if you don't use it. For Qin Yi Ren, what he needs most is strength now, and he must find a way to increase his strength.

  "Master, you really want to use it?" Miao'er was somewhat incredulous.

  "Use!" The word almost burst out of Qin Yi's teeth.

  "Then I'll arrange for you tomorrow, young master." Mei'er's eyes shone brightly as she thought to herself: "I can do something for the young master again."

  The next morning, Miao'er went out to buy medicinal herbs and didn't finish preparing a bucket of medicine until noon.

  Qin Yiren stripped naked and entered the medicinal bath, instantly a warm energy flowed in through his pores, circulating through his muscles and meridians, extremely comfortable. Qin Yiren closed his eyes contentedly.

  This lasted for a long time, until half an hour later, the medicinal liquid no longer had any warmth coming from it, and the liquid had cleared up. Only then did Mo Er want Qin Yiren to come out.

  Qin Yiren wiped away the water stains, put on his robe, and walked out lightly, feeling that everything was going smoothly all over his body, as if he was about to fly up, with a feeling like being in the clouds.

  The whole person looks radiant and refreshed, as if having endless energy.

  "Flat Peacock is a true divine doctor!" Qin Yiren had never felt so comfortable and relaxed since taking over this body, and he was deeply impressed with Flat Peacock's medical skills.

  "Wow!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong's eyes widened like bronze bells, taking a good look at Qin Yiren, greatly surprised: "You seem even more spirited."