Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Has Lin Ping gone mad? He actually expects a dignified captain to serve him tea and water, and even kneel down to apologize..."

The soldiers glared at Lin Ping, a chill running down their spines.

All previous good impressions vanished, and everyone was determined to seek justice for Pang Xingji.

Li Yongnian's admiring gaze vanished instantly. He was glad he hadn't asked Lin Ping for advice yet, otherwise he feared he would have been ridiculed by others.

Although he has a strong thirst for knowledge, he doesn't want to ask a spendthrift for advice.

Jiang Yunying blushed instantly, feeling truly ashamed for Lin Ping. She turned around and was about to leave, afraid of having anything to do with him.

Pang Xingji stared blankly at Lin Ping, his mind racing with thoughts.

This pain was nothing to him, and there was no need for him to bow down to Lin Ping. At worst, he would just have to give up the injury and die, which was better than losing his dignity.

However, something surprising happened. Before Lin Ping could finish stitching up the last stitch, Pang Xingji had already dragged his right leg and respectfully knelt on the ground. He supported himself with his arms and kowtowed three times, saying solemnly, "Son-in-law, you are a gentleman. It was I, Pang Xingji, who misunderstood you with my petty mind. This first kowtow expresses my apology to you, the second kowtow repays your life-saving grace, and the third kowtow is my respect for you!"

Pang Xingji was a reckless man, but not a villain; he dared to take responsibility for his mistakes.

After learning about Lin Ping over the past two days, he concluded that Lin Ping was not a villain and that there was a reason for him to beat Qin Diao Hui. Therefore, he admitted that he had misunderstood Lin Ping because he had believed other people's rumors and almost caused a big mistake, so he naturally had to apologize.

Furthermore, even though he was in the wrong and had repeatedly offended the other party, Lin Ping still helped him heal his injuries. He had to repay such kindness, and he would do anything to repay it, even if it meant serving him tea and water or working like a slave.

As for the final expression of respect, it's easy to understand. Lin Ping's archery skills were not only superior to his own, but his methods of training soldiers were also far better. This bow was a homage to the strong, and it was only natural.

Hearing this, Lin Ping himself could hardly believe it. He just wanted to show that he was a spendthrift. The other party could have refused. Anyway, the surgery was basically over and there was no need to stitch up the last stitch.

Before Lin Ping could react, Pang Xingji knelt down in front of Jiang Yunying and kowtowed three times, confessing, "This subordinate has disrupted military discipline and deserves to die. Please punish me, Princess!"

One thing at a time, the matter of Pang Xingji disrupting morale has indeed not yet been resolved.

Jiang Yunying was worried that Pang Xingji, with his stubbornness, wouldn't admit his mistake and that things would get out of hand. But to her surprise, he was intimidated by Lin Ping, this spendthrift son, and hurriedly replied, "Since you've realized your mistake, I won't pursue it too much. But if you do it again, you'll be executed without mercy!"

Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction. This was his original intention in doing all this. He quickly helped Pang Xingji sew up the last stitch and said disdainfully, "Seven days later, remember to come to the City Lord's Mansion to serve tea and water to Master Ping!"

Pang Xingji was stunned...

Suddenly, he regretted apologizing to Lin Ping; that arrogant guy was nothing but a spendthrift.

With things having developed to this point, Pang Xingji naturally couldn't let Lin Ping down. Enduring the excruciating pain, he staggered and shouted, "My life, Pang Xingji's life, was given to me by my son-in-law. From now on, anyone who dares to disrespect my son-in-law is disrespecting me, Pang Xingji. Anyone who dares to disrupt the morale of the army, I, Pang Xingji, will be the first to object!"

Pang Xingji was already a big, burly man with a loud voice. His bloodied body only accentuated his tough-guy image. His impassioned words immediately resonated with the soldiers, who raised their arms and shouted in unison, "We swear to serve the princess to the death! We swear to serve the city lord's mansion to the death!"

These inspiring words delighted Lin Ping. He hoped to see the City Lord's Mansion united in their determination, so that his plan to live off others could last longer.

Jiang Yunying looked at Lin Ping with suspicion, wondering if he was a real spendthrift or just pretending to be a playboy.

If you call him a gentleman, his arrogant expression doesn't quite fit the bill; if you call him a playboy, he always manages to achieve unexpected results.

Jiang Yunying didn't want to pull down Lin Ping's pants to see his true colors. In any case, the changes in the army were encouraging.

"May I ask who your master is, and what secrets this method holds?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Li Yongnian asked earnestly.

If Pang Xingji knelt down and kowtowed to this spendthrift son, then bowing and scraping to him wouldn't be shameful at all.

In Li Yongnian's view, Lin Ping's medical skills were so advanced at such a young age that he must have been taught by a master, since there are very few self-taught people in this world.

"Feelings are something I need to learn from."

Lin Ping immediately understood the other party's intention. Based on the principle that medical skills have no boundaries, he should explain things to Li Yongnian so that he could save more people. However, he was not satisfied with the way the other party asked the question.

Does that mean my superb medical skills were necessarily learned from someone else?

Can't one learn without a teacher?

So he answered honestly, "It was taught by my surgery teacher. As for the mystery... go home, buy some cloth, and sew it for a year or two, and you'll probably figure it out."

Doing needlework...

Li Yongnian kept shaking his head, naturally not wanting to figure it out on his own, and could only place his hopes on Lin Ping's teacher, and continued: "I wonder where this senior surgeon is now, I would like to pay him a visit."

"Recite the Hundred Family Surnames for me, and count if there are any surnames outside of it."

Lin Ping almost burst out laughing. He hadn't expected the other person to mistake "surgery" for a person's name. He muttered to himself, "If you live to be a thousand or eight hundred years old, you might actually get to meet Professor Surgery."

Just as Lin Ping was wondering how to answer Li Yongnian, Jia Zhixing rushed over with a red-hot branding iron, about to attack Pang Xingji.

Branding is one of the cruelest forms of torture. Pang Xingji was so frightened that he stumbled and fell to the ground, actually putting his thigh in front of the other person.

"What do you want, you old man?"

Lin Ping shoved Jia Zhi away without any politeness, and the scalding hot iron fell to the ground.

Jia Zhi panicked and hurriedly replied, "If I don't use a branding iron to treat your wound, it will ulcerate within a few days and endanger your life."

Li Yongnian nodded as well, looking at Lin Ping with surprise, thinking to himself, "This kid doesn't even know the most basic common sense, does he...?"

The ulcer that Jia Zhi mentioned is what we now call a bacterial infection. It is very likely that such a large wound will not develop into an ulcer if it is not treated with anti-inflammatory and antibacterial measures.

However, antibiotics had not yet been developed at that time, and people who had ulcers were practically on the verge of death. The best treatment was to use high temperatures to kill the bacteria.

However, this sterilization method is too violent and will cause secondary damage to cells, leaving them with no ability to resist bacteria. It will likely worsen the patient's condition and has a very high mortality rate.

Lin Ping suddenly realized what was going on, but still stopped Jia Zhi from using his violent methods. He said to Pang Xingji, "Give me three days. You must persevere. After three days, I will definitely use a miraculous medicine to treat your ulcers."

Perhaps moved by Lin Ping's resolute gaze, or perhaps with a desperate mentality, Pang Xingji nodded vigorously and said, "My life was given to me by my son-in-law, and only my son-in-law can take it away!"

One sentence inspired countless people, further strengthening the soldiers' cohesion.

The miracle drug Lin Ping mentioned was naturally an antibiotic, which could be produced using existing technology, though its effectiveness might not be satisfactory.

Before Lin Ping left the military camp, his expression suddenly turned sharp, and he said coldly, "Bring him up!"