Hearing Old Chun’s self-muttering complaints, the people around her first sighed in admiration of Zhu Yanyi’s medical skills, then smiled with satisfaction. Old Yun looked at Old Chun and asked, "Old Chun, how do you feel after nearly a year of rest?"
"Why not let Ani give you a few needles? You could be the one with senile dementia," Old Chun rolled his eyes at Old Yun. "I can’t stay in bed anymore. I need to get up and move around."
"Master, please don’t be so willful. You just woke up," Zhang Dali said from the side, having no choice but to speak up.
"How am I willful? You’ve taken care of me for almost a year, yet you never taught me martial arts. I taught you for nothing," Old Chun said. Sometimes, he was truly unreasonable.
Zhu Yanyi raised an eyebrow nearby. "Grandpa Chun, you have just successfully completed your Nirvana. You cannot move around freely yet. You can start moving slowly after a week, and begin martial arts training ten days from now. For these ten days, you must stay in the hospital for observation."
As expected, as soon as Zhu Yanyi spoke, Old Chun stopped struggling. She stretched her hands and nodded. "Alright. Although my muscles are a bit loose, they aren’t stiff. It’s fine to wait a few days to exercise." Hearing this, Zhang Dali couldn’t help but laugh and cry. Indeed, her master’s bias was boundless.
"Ani, Ani," Old Yun pulled Zhu Yanyi aside. "Does Old Chun’s behavior mean she has succeeded?"
"Yes, she has succeeded," Zhu Yanyi nodded, a satisfied look on her face. "If you don’t believe it, you can have him checked. The data will tell you that Grandpa Chun has returned to normal. From now on, he only needs daily recuperation."
Old Yun said no more and immediately arranged for someone to check Old Chun. Regardless, having data made it easier to believe.
Zhu Yanyi tidied up nearby and sat down. Yan Aohan produced an apple from somewhere and handed it to her. She ate the apple alone, waiting for everyone to return.
Yan Aohan did not go with them. He trusted Zhu Yanyi. "Are you going to give the Nirvana Pill to Old Yun?"
Zhu Yanyi nodded. "Currently, some active-duty soldiers have switched from combat roles to administrative ones because a source of vitality in their bodies was cut off. With my improved version of the Nirvana Pill, these people can become elite soldiers again." She smiled at Yan Aohan. "Actually, I talk too much because of my own psychological issues. I simply can’t bear to see true elite soldiers give up their original lives for various reasons. I feel their glory should be returned to them." She then added to Yan Aohan, "I have prepared one hundred pills for you. Choose the people around you whom you trust. Let those who need Nirvana take it. If it’s not enough, ask me for more."
Yan Aohan did not stand on ceremony with Zhu Yanyi. "Good. How many pills do you plan to give to the elders?"
"Not many. At most ten per month. Having too much of some things is not good." She was soft-hearted and couldn’t bear to see elite soldiers abandoned, which was one aspect. However, she was not foolish enough to become a pill-making machine. After all, making pills was just a hobby; her main job should still be medicine. Moreover, some things are precious because they are rare, so Zhu Yanyi did not want to give too many.
Yan Aohan smiled gently. "You can give ten the first time, and only three each month thereafter. The principle is the same, and the effect might be even better."