Daqin: A buff of incredible comprehension

Li Hu arranged the rope and was about to go into the house when suddenly a small hand pulled his trouser leg.

"Uncle, why did you tie up my sister?" the little boy asked worriedly.

"Little kid, this medicine can completely transform you and restore your vitality."

"If we don't tie her up, what if she turns into an immortal and flies away?"

"No matter what happens later, don't go into the house."

"Otherwise, if the immortal takes her away and takes you away, it will be troublesome." Li Hu said, touching his head.

"Ah."

The little boy nodded vigorously and let go of his hand.

Li Hu and Han Xin worked together to tie the girl up and prepared strong liquor, ointment and pieces of cloth boiled in boiling water.

"It's time to start."

Han Xin hesitated and looked at the person on the ground, undecided.

"Don't just stand there, get started! It's like killing a pig, what are you afraid of?" Li Hu urged.

Han Xin nodded vigorously and whispered comfortingly: "Girl, it will hurt for a while, but we are here to save you."

The first cut brought down the girl's head, which was jerked back by the sachet she had stuffed in her mouth. Amidst a muffled scream, sweat dripped from her forehead. Han Xin concentrated on cleaning the wound, his cloth repeatedly stained with blood before he replaced it with a new one. He was terribly anxious, "Too much bleeding... what should I do?"

"Can you take it back now?" Li Hu said calmly, "Keep going. You're the eldest son, and you'll still be slaughtering pigs in the future."

Han Xin kept comforting himself, and finally calmed down and continued the operation. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no more rotting flesh.

"Uncle, it's clean now."

"Apply medicine and bandage it quickly, the bleeding can't stop." Li Hu urged.

Han Xin carefully sprinkled the wound with powder and bandaged it layer by layer. The patient had already fainted, so Li Hu asked her to expose her buttocks and prepared to administer the medicine with a syringe. "Uncle..." Han Xin looked embarrassed.

"Are you so indecisive on the battlefield?" Li Hu said helplessly, "Will you still care so much if the enemy is a woman in the future?"

Finally, Li Hu turned her over with one hand and quickly completed the injection. "What a shame such a beautiful ass is used for shitting."

Han Xin was nervous as he watched. After all the procedures were completed, Li Hu walked out of the room and put away the equipment.

"I've done everything. It all depends on her luck." Li Hu instructed Han Xin while cleaning the equipment: "Go kill a sheep and roast it whole. Save the leg to make soup for her to nourish her body."

Han Xin was even more panicked. "What if the person doesn't survive... Isn't this treatment method too weird?"

"Don't think about it. Go back to work now. You're still hungry!" Li Hu said with a smile. Han Xin had no choice but to light a fire in the yard and grill the meat.

Li Hu took this opportunity to observe the situation from outside. The villagers had all kept their doors closed, yet there was a sense of being secretly observed. The harsh laws of the Qin State made the people here walk on thin ice.

As night fell and they were enjoying their meal, Li Hu saw that the little boy did not touch the meat in his bowl and had tears in his eyes.

"Wait for your sister to eat it together?" Han Xin couldn't bear it, so he asked Li Hu whether the magic medicine was really effective.

Li Hu put down the mutton and said calmly, "In fact, there is only one kind of disease in this world - poverty. No magic medicine or miracle drug can cure it."

If Black Stone Pavilion's healing elixir had been available earlier, how could the wound have festered? If a doctor had been consulted sooner, how could it have deteriorated so much? Even if it could be cured now, how much could this poor family afford to spend on recuperation and restoring it?

Seeing his serious expression, Lin Feng tactfully stopped talking.

"I'll go see if she's awake."

The footsteps gradually faded away, but Li Ming was still frowning, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"Uncle, come and see!"

"Does she look better?"

"The sleep was very sound."

Lin Feng gently placed his hand on her nose to confirm that she was still breathing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Li Ming walked in and took a closer look.

"Penicillin really worked."

"Once the bacteria in her body are completely eliminated, the injuries will gradually heal."

"If you rest for a few more days, you can save your life." Li Ming breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Little brother, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"A sheep in exchange for my elixir, you're really getting a good deal!"

He took out a dozen brand new copper coins from his pocket.

"Here you go."

"When your sister wakes up, ask her to buy some bones to make soup to nourish her body."

The shepherd boy looked up at him and said, "But I exchanged my sheep for your elixir! I can't ask you for money anymore."

"This is also part of saving lives and healing the wounded." Li Ming grabbed his little hand and stuffed the money into it. Then he warned again:

"If anyone outside tries to take your money, tell them it's a gift from Lin Feng, the special envoy of the inner palace."

He solemnly repeated the names: "Remember it's Lin and Feng!"

He added with a hint of authority: "Whoever dares to take possession of this money will be destroyed!" Remember? The shepherd boy nodded, not quite understanding.

"Let's go."

"When the work is done, leave now, leaving fame and fortune to future generations to judge."

"In the future, stories may spread here about a miracle doctor coming here and bringing the dead back to life with a miraculous medicine."

"This trip wasn't in vain!"

Li Ming and Lin Feng packed up and rode away. Not long after, the two sturdy men glanced at each other and strode into the courtyard.

The shepherd boy stood by the couch, staring intently at his sister, and whispered:

"Sister, wake up quickly, there is mutton at home."

The sound of footsteps outside the door made the shepherd boy turn around alertly.

The man on the left smiled broadly, "Little kid, we are passing doctors and heard that someone was seriously injured."

But the shepherd boy felt a chill in his heart. "We... no one in my family is sick..."

The burly man tried to approach the bedside to check on the patient's condition. "Whether you have an illness or not, only a doctor can diagnose it."

"I'll just check it out."

One of them blocked the shepherd boy's view without making a sound, while the other quickly approached to check.

"The breathing has stabilized, the face is peaceful, the forehead is warm... Hey, the patient's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to swallow something." With a sudden inspiration, he picked up the mutton soup prepared by the bed, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

The other party instinctively swallowed greedily.

“I’m really recovered!”

The two looked at each other and realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Report to His Majesty promptly."

The night was as dark as ink, the moon shone brightly on the courtyard. A line of flickering torches illuminated the entire street leading to the Chen Mansion.

Zhao Chong whispered to his men, "Knock on the door." The sound of knocking broke the silence.

An old servant with sleepy eyes opened the door and saw the person coming, and his face changed immediately.

Not long after, Zhang Feng came out in pajamas, yawning:

"Old Zhao, you're not afraid of disturbing people's rest at night."

He was about to continue complaining when he was interrupted by a sentence:

"His Majesty has summoned you. Please accompany him in the carriage."

Two strong men came up and helped him walk towards the car, "Wait a moment!"

He cried out in panic.

"I haven't washed and dressed yet."

Zhao Chong shook his head. "What's the point of talking about etiquette at a time like this? Don't let him get away, or the Emperor will send people searching for him."

Seeing this, Zhang Feng became anxious. "Then send someone to inform him that I will be going to the palace to meet him tonight." Zhang Feng tried hard.

"Okay, I'll send someone to inform them right away." The carriage team was halfway there when Zhang Feng asked a question:

"Your Majesty, are you here for the elixir this time?"

"You know the answer why are you asking."

"Zhang Feng, how could you do such a thing? You always thought you were resourceful and thoughtful, how come you are so confused?" Zhao Chong said reproachfully.

"You said something jokingly, but you never expected it to become a reality—that woman who was originally in a desperate situation was actually healed!"

"Oh, you only listen to half of what I say

"With great grace and deep affection."

Mr. Zhao's expression was calm and composed.

"Then how will you repay me?"

There was a hint of questioning in the Emperor's tone.

Seeing Zhao Moumou's calm expression, King Ying Zheng of Qin became angry.

"I will serve the court loyally and I will not slack off in the slightest."

"As for personal morality, since Your Majesty is my humble father-in-law, I shall respect and serve you, and I would never dare to show any disobedience."

Zhao Moumou didn't wait for the King of Qin to finish his sneer before calmly answering:

"If Your Majesty is asking about that elixir, I dare not offer it to you."

"Why?" Ying Zheng demanded, "Am I not even worthy of taking this elixir?"

A murderous look appeared in the King of Qin's eyes. Zhao Moumou explained calmly:

"This elixir is only effective for treating typhoid fever and carbuncles caused by external injuries. It is almost infallible. Your Majesty does not have these symptoms, so it will be of no benefit to you."

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment and sighed: "Is that so..."

"Why are you explaining the situation now? What if I get typhoid fever or an injury in the future? Is there any other reason?"

Zhao replied:

"Of course there is a reason."

He claimed this elixir was developed based on later knowledge, concocted by Imperial Household Department sorcerers, and tested on wild rabbits. "The results are promising. Half of the patients experienced no problems after taking it, only 30% died on the spot, and the successful cure rate reached 20%!"

After hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned for a long time before asking:

"Is all this true? Is there not a single lie?"

"I myself do not dare to try it, how can I dare to present it to you?"

Zhao Chong was shocked when he heard this. His subordinates were so irresponsible that their incomplete reporting had caused this misunderstanding.

Ying Zheng cursed angrily: "Why are you doing this harmful thing?"

"Your Majesty, please calm down. This is not harmful."

Zhao explained seriously:

"In the past, soldiers on the battlefield suffered from wounds that led to festering sores and death in agony. This medicine can save 20% of them. It's the best option available. Furthermore, this medicine is still being improved. With continued research, the cure rate could be raised to 50% or even higher, potentially saving even more lives."

Zhao added:

"I know that Your Majesty once questioned the alchemists' elixirs, saying they were mostly false."

He continued:

"However, my refining method is unique. Unlike most alchemists who rely on ancient texts and make random guesses, my method is based on the experience of our predecessors and experimental verification."

"As the saying goes, scientific alchemy has boundless power. Although it may seem similar to metaphysical alchemy, the underlying path is different."

"Then can your method prolong life?" Ying Zheng asked expectantly.

"Maybe it's possible, but..."