After I Am died, You Tell Me This Is A Life Simulation?
Chapter 7 - The Essence of the “Health-Nourishing Technique”!

Chapter 7: The Essence of the “Health-Nourishing Technique”!

Fang Han nodded calmly and reassured him, “Don’t worry—it will work.”

The middle-aged man seemed to draw a lot of confidence from Fang Han’s composed expression. He quickly gave his thanks and ran off to prepare the folk remedy.

Mainly because he was afraid he’d forget it.

Fang Han sighed and said to the village chief, “It’s a pity I lost my medical tools up in the mountain. Otherwise, I could’ve given him some acupuncture as treatment too.”

That statement was part truth, part fiction—he truly was broke and empty-handed at the moment, with no medical instruments. But the intention behind the words was real.

With so little at hand—not even paper and ink—he couldn’t write prescriptions. He had no choice but to dictate everything, using the most basic and accessible methods.

The village chief also noticed this issue. But there was nothing to be done. This was just a small village—Lijia Village—with no more than twenty households. Everyone lived by farming the earth. Who here would have paper or ink?

Fang Han didn’t mind. His medical expertise, backed by decades of experience, was more than enough to deal with these limitations.

Besides, this was a free clinic—how could he ask for more?

Seeing that someone had stepped up first—and the diagnosis proved to be accurate—many others naturally followed suit, stepping up one by one for a consultation.

Fang Han examined each person in turn. Most suffered from chronic conditions brought on by long-term physical labor. Given their harsh living conditions and the need to keep working, it was almost impossible to fully cure them. He could only sigh inwardly and offer ways to relieve their pain.

For more severe cases, he even gave them a personal massage.

And this message showcased his skill.

Everyone who received one said they felt immensely relieved, their faces lit with surprise and joy.

With that, the crowd’s hesitation completely vanished. They all rushed forward to be examined.

The entire morning and afternoon passed in nonstop consultations.

By the time dusk approached, Fang Han had pretty much seen everyone in the village—nearly a hundred people from twenty or thirty households.

Except, of course, those troublemakers who had picked a fight earlier.

As dinner time came, the villagers all warmly invited Fang Han to dine with them.

His free clinic that day had won him deep respect from everyone in the village.

They all wanted to show their appreciation.

Fang Han smiled and politely declined, choosing instead to remain at the village chief’s house for another night.

Still, even though he declined, the villagers got together and cooked a chicken, which they brought to the chief’s home as a gift for Fang Han.

At the dinner table, the old village chief sighed emotionally, “In an entire year, we barely get a whiff of meat in this house. I suppose I’ve benefited from your kindness today.”

But even as he said that, he only took a single piece of meat and didn’t eat any more.

This chicken was meant as the village’s gift to Fang Han. He didn’t feel right eating too much of it himself.

Fang Han, being a guest, couldn’t let the host family just sit and watch him eat. He quickly picked up a piece of chicken and placed it in the chief’s bowl. He also invited the chief’s son, Li Ergou, who had been eyeing the food hungrily, to sit down and eat as well.

Only after much insistence did they finally agree to eat. Even then, they mostly picked at parts like the head and feet that had little meat.

Fang Han took it all in and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: Such simple, genuine people…

And it was precisely because of their sincerity that he had decided to offer the free clinic.

After dinner, while chatting with the village chief, Fang Han asked for a favor: “Elder, I plan to head to Linshui County tomorrow to settle down. I’d like to borrow a set of clothes. As you can see, what I’m wearing is unsuitable. I’ll return it once I’ve gotten myself settled.”

The village chief nodded and replied, “Makes sense. Your clothes, while made from good material, are just too oddly styled. I’ll have Ergou bring you a set. Only thing is…”

He glanced at Fang Han’s tall figure, then tugged on his own son’s sleeve and added, “It might be a bit short…”

Fang Han didn’t mind. He smiled and said, “That’s no problem. As long as I can wear it, it’s fine.”

He only meant to use the clothes temporarily. Once he found work and earned some money in the county, he’d be free to get what he needed.

After dinner, he followed Li Ergou to pick up the clothes. Seeing the boy’s reluctant expression, Fang Han couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s just a loan for a while. Once I’m settled in the county, I’ll return them. If you don’t believe me, how about this—I’ll give you the clothes I’m wearing now. The style may be strange, but they’re comfortable and well-made.”

Li Ergou was tempted. The clothes looked fine and felt like good fabric. But in the end, he shook his head and said, “Better not. If the old man finds out, he won’t let me off. Just remember to return them later.”

If he’d had more than two sets of clothes, he would’ve gifted them to Fang Han without hesitation. After all, Fang Han was an extraordinary person and had been so kind to the villagers.

But if he gave them away, he’d have nothing left to wear.

After some hesitation, he added sheepishly, “Uh… It’s okay if you don’t return it. Just consider it a gift.”

Seeing his conflicted face—wanting to give but not quite willing—Fang Han chuckled to himself.

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you two new sets next time.”

As for his modern clothes, since the boy didn’t want them, Fang Han decided to hold on to them for now. Maybe they’ll serve as a keepsake…

Returning to the room, Fang Han didn’t go to sleep. Instead, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate.

He began practicing the “Health-Nourishing Technique”—regulating his breathing and internal energy.

This had been his daily habit for years, never skipping a day.

He focused on that faint, elusive trace of qi, guiding his awareness along the meridians and flow of blood and energy, familiarizing himself with every detail, deepening his control.

He only stopped after a full hour had passed and slowly exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Fang Han opened his eyes slowly, a complicated look in them.

The “Health-Nourishing Technique,” compared to traditional inner martial arts, leaned more toward a “mental method.” Its greatest strength lay in calming the spirit, circulating qi, balancing the body’s energy, and nourishing overall health.

The two characters for “Health-Nourishing” (养生, yǎngshēng) were the perfect summary of what this technique did.

In truth, throughout his simulated life, he had never encountered a formal internal energy technique—not even a basic one.

This technique was cobbled together from his decades of medical insights, a few tips he’d picked up from the martial world, and some scattered notes in the “Taizu Long Fist” and “With-the-Wind Swordplay” that mentioned force and inner energy. On that flimsy foundation, he had barely managed to assemble a rudimentary method.

It did allow for internal energy development, but only through consistent, long-term practice.

Moreover, health nourishment was meant to be a gradual, cumulative process.

Over-practicing in a single day could backfire.

The fact that he could now practice for an hour straight was due to his rich experience across those many years.

To generate internal force through this method would still take a while.

A conservative estimate—at least a month.

“But even so, it’s already far better than what I managed in the Life Simulation…”

In that simulation, he hadn’t managed to produce internal energy until he was well past fifty.

Now, he simply had to follow a consistent routine for a month, and he’d cultivate it. The difference was enormous.

Honestly, just the starting point this time was far superior to his first simulated life.

And this… was only the beginning.

Thinking of this, Fang Han couldn’t help but smile.

“With the Life Simulator, there’s so much more I can accomplish! Gaining internal force is just the first small goal. The truly valuable martial arts—those legendary techniques I could never attain before—that’s where the real focus lies.”

And perhaps…

Even greater things await.