Hearing Jing Wubian's voice come from inside the ward, the dozen or so physicians present were utterly shocked.
In particular, Blue Immortal, who no longer wore a peaceful and carefree look. There was a drastic change in his expression.
Don't panic. Don't panic. The strategy just needs to be adjusted; the strategy just needs to be adjusted.
Oh, wrong. It was a digressive allusion.
This was merely a momentary recovery of consciousness just before death; this was merely a momentary recovery of consciousness just before death.
Right after that, Lady Torn Gust shouted from inside, "Blue Immortal, come in quickly! You have to come in quickly! Come in quickly!"
All of a sudden, Blue Immortal and the dozen or so physicians all flocked into the ward.
Lady Torn Gust said, "All of you, quickly take a look at my son. He… Has he been saved?"
Blue Immortal stepped forward for a look and immediately felt his insides shuddering without warning.
D*mn it!
What… What the hell was going on here?
Jing Wubian's fever had actually subsided. This was the most important indicator.
He was still in poor condition, with redness and swelling all over his body, and festering spots to be found.
But, so long as the fever had subsided, it would mean that he would not be dying, which was the same as him being rescued from the jaws of death.
Everyone had concluded that he was undoubtedly facing a death sentence and were all saying that even an immortal couldn't save him. Yet now, he had actually come back to life, and it did not seem as though his life was in danger.
A few other physicians stepped forward with great anticipation, examining Jing Wubian's body.
"This… this is truly too amazing. Master Jing Wubian has been running a high fever for a few consecutive days, and it really looked like he was not going to make it through, but now, his fever is actually completely gone."
"Also, his pulse is much stronger, and his breathing is not as pained as before."
"This, this is simply unbelievable. What the hell is happening?"
Could it be that the beggar's medicine had really cured him?
The elixir that had been refined and made from rotten watermelons? Was there actually such a divine medicine in the world?
If that was the case, then it was simply too amazing.
It was not apparent that this beggar, Yun AoTian, could actually possess such extraordinary skill. This was really, really the same as the sun rising in the west.
Too, too unbelievable. Simply remarkable.
Lady Cold Jade said, "Yun AoTian, you come in."
Yun Zhonghe walked in.
Jing Wubian took a look at him, and in a dazed state, he said, "AoTian, just now, I dreamt of you pricking me."
I was not the one who pricked you with a needle. It was your dream lover, Lady Cold Jade.
After saying that, Jing Wubian laid back down and fell asleep.
This time, he had fallen asleep and not lost consciousness.
After coming in, Yun Zhonghe found that there was another beauty inside the ward. This was a beauty of higher seniority, and she was brimming with mature charm.
This, who is this? Could it be my mother-in-law?
"To my mother-in-law, who I hold in high regard, please allow your son-in-law to pay his respect."
Of course, Yun Zhonghe only dared to say such things in his heart. If he were to really shout this aloud, he would be courting his own doom.
"Fortunately, this young man here did not let you down and accomplished the task that I was assigned." Yun Zhonghe bowed to Lady Torn Gust with a dashing and graceful bearing.
D*mn this old beggar, you are already forty to fifty years old, so please don't call yourself a young man. And still, saluting in such a dashing and graceful manner?
A dung beetle would never become a cricket, even if it wore a dress.
"This is really beyond my expectations. The elixir that this beggar refined out of rotten watermelons could actually have such a miraculous effect? It's really unconventional."
"Yes, yes. Take a look at his beggar style with his unruly hair, he's clearly an otherworldly expert, isn't he?"
Seeing that Yun Zhonghe had made an exemplary contribution, a group of physicians immediately sucked up to him and showered him with praise.
All of a sudden, a streak of coldness flashed in Blue Immortal's eyes.
His foremost lackey, Lu Zhanyuan, stepped forward once again and said in a loud, clear voice, "This may not necessarily be the beggar's credit to claim. Maybe it's because Master Jing Wubian is extremely well-blessed, or maybe it is Blue Immortal's teacher wielding his powers from afar that saved Master Jing Wubian's life. This beggar is only fishing for fame, don't ever think of laying claim to what he has done nothing to deserve."
Physician Lu Zhanyuan knelt down and said, "Madame, now Master has woken up, and his fever has gone down. But at a time like this, it is all the more reason for us not to take things lightly, all the more reason we should make use of the momentum and completely cure him, once and for all. I suggest letting Blue Immortal, and the dozen other physicians take over the treatment of Master."
Shucks!
This world was simply too realistic. This was outrightly robbing someone of his credits.
But Lady Torn Gust really did fall in deep thought. Earlier on, it seemed inevitable that Jing Wubian was going to die. That was why she had taken the risk and allowed Yun AoTian, this beggar, to try and save him.
Now, Jing Wubian's fever had really subsided, albeit inexplicably, and his condition seemed to be improving. Then, all the more reason there was to be cautious.
After all, this Yun AoTian was a beggar, as well as a lunatic. Blue Immortal and the dozen or so physicians were a much safer bet.
"Master Jing is someone of noble birth, so we must not take any more risks," Lu Zhanyuan said. "And there's no evidence to prove that this beggar's medicine is related to Master's fever subsiding and his condition turning for the better. Maybe it's God blessing Master? Or maybe it's the Jing's family ancestors watching over Master? But just in case, we need to take over that beggar's courtyard and take over the so-called elixir that he has refined because we need to make a thorough check on this medicine refined out of rotten watermelons to see if it is poisonous or not."
Yun Zhonghe was even more amazed.
This was not only taking away his credit, but it was snatching away Yun Zhonghe's penicillin, his divine medicine, as well.
But his words sounded so reasonable, too.
After all, Yun Zhonghe was just beggar deemed a lunatic. It was simply too risky to hand over Jing Wubian's treatment to him completely.
Blue Immortal and the dozen or so physicians were all highly skilled in medicine. And having them take over the divine medicine that Yun Zhonghe refined was probably the safest and most stable way to go.
As soon as Lu Zhanyuan made this suggestion, the crowd was quick to concur with him, and once again, display their ability to go with the flow.
"That's right, that's right, that's right."
"This suggestion Physician Lu made is very appropriate."
"Mater Jing is of such nobility. It's safer to leave the treatment to us."
"This beggar's rotten watermelon medicine should indeed be handed over to us. We must be responsible for the residence of the castellan and the safety of the people of the City of Torn Gust."
They did this, first of all, to snatch away another man's credit. Second of all, it was to get their hands on Yun Zhonghe's divine medicine.
If it was proven that it was this medicine made from rotten watermelons that pulled Jing Wubian away from the jaws of death, then this was a true divine medicine that was worth a fortune.
Jing Zhongyue looked over to Yun Zhonghe and said, "Is there any more medicine?"
His entire heart convulsed under one sweeping glance from her.
This lady was simply too beautiful. Just one look with those eyes of hers, and it was as though a piece of flesh from his heart was cut away with a ladle.
Moreover, her status was so high, her martial arts skills were strong, and she was a queen. She was simply a goddess that the entire world dreamed of, right?
The moment he saw her, he actually felt the urge to want to transform into a dog where licking was a natural way of life.
No, I can't be tempted. I can't grovel to her and lick her feet just to satisfy her authoritative needs. Sister Feng, save me. Ruhua, save me.
Yun Zhonghe said, "There is!"
Then, without any expression on his face, he handed over a bottle.
"This is extracted and refined from the rotten watermelons?" Jing Zhongyue asked.
"That's right," Yun Zhonghe replied.
Jing Zhongyue said, "How do you prove that your medicine is the reason Jing Wubian's fever subsided?"
Physician Lu Zhanyuan heard Jing Zhongyue sounding out the latter. He was instantly delighted and said, "Lady Castellan is right. Clearly, Master Jing Wubian is exceptionally gifted and managed to survive this calamity by relying on the protection of his ancestors. Yun AoTian, this beggar, actually tried to claim this credit for himself. He is really the most shameless one of all."
Jing Zhongyue said, "What's your name?"
Lu Zhanyuan was so excited that he was shivering all over. He said, "Your humble subject, Lu Zhanyuan, has been in the residence of the castellan for eight years. I feel that this beggar must hand over this medicine made from rotten watermelons immediately. Then, we will take over Master Wubian's treatment. We must not put Master Wubian's life at risk by entrusting it to the hands of this beggar."
"What you said does make some sense," Jing Zhongyue said.
Lu Zhanyuan was even more delighted. He headed toward Yun Zhonghe and said, "Beggar, hand over the formula for your rotten watermelon medicine right now. Lady Cold Jade, send someone to lock down his little courtyard immediately."
"Yes, yes, hand over the formula." The physician next to him also joined in on the instigation.
"Yes, yes, yes. How can this dirty medicinal extracted and refined out of rotten watermelons be used on Master Jing Wubian? What if there's poison inside?" Lu Zhanyuan said, "We can totally formulate a divine medicine that is nobler and much purer."
Initially, they did not dare to be so bold. But when they saw that Castellan Jing Zhongyue seemed to take an attitude that was quite indulgent toward them, as if she was also unwilling to give credit for saving Jing Wubian to Yun Zhonghe, it prompted them to become bold.
Yun Zhonghe said, "What Physician Lu said makes sense. This medicine of mine, that's made of rotten watermelons, does indeed carry some risk. There is a possibility of an allergic reaction that could directly lead to death. The most crucial thing is that this medicine has not been tested in vivo experiments, so there is no way to prove that it is harmless to the human body. Besides, it is also true that I have no way of proving that Master Jing Wubian's fever has gone down because of my rotten watermelon medicine."
Hearing this, the crowd of physicians secretly sneered.
Are you conceding defeat now? It's too late, we're going to rob you of your meritorious contribution, your divine medicine, and we will definitely show no mercy. We will ensure you meet your doom.
Yun Zhonghe bowed toward Jing Zhongyue and said, "Castellan (My wife), it was out of necessity that I administered the medicine to Master Wubian just now. But now, Master's condition has taken a turn for the better, so we must not take any further risks. This medicine of mine, which I refined from rotten watermelons, must first be tested on living subjects to prove that it is harmless to the human body. Secondly, we must thoroughly verify that it has divine efficacy on all kinds of serious illnesses and verify that Master Jing Wubian's fever subsided because of this medicine's efficacy. Then, we can use it on Master Jing Wubian."
"So, I need to carry out an experiment," Yun Zhonghe said.
"What experiment?" Lady Cold Jade asked.
Yun Zhonghe laughed and said, "This experiment is straightforward. Find a man, cut a dozen or more wounds on his body with a knife, and then pour boiling dung water on his wounds. This way, he will definitely get infected and fester very quickly. Then, he will run a high fever. I will then use this medicine made from rotten watermelons on him. If we successfully manage to bring his fever down, and not poison him at all, wouldn't this prove the effectiveness of my divine medicine? Then we can rest assured and use it on Master Jing Wubian."
Then, Yun Zhonghe gazed towards Lu Zhanyuan and said, "Physician Lu, I see that you are very loyal and very dedicated to saving Master Jing Wubian. A healer houses the hearts of parents. For Master Jing Wubian, for the good of mankind, let's have you to be this living body."
The moment Yun Zhonghe spoke, everyone shuddered in fear. The entire place was silent.
This beggar was really too vicious.
Lu Zhanyuan was just about to step forward to steal his credit, and this beggar simply put him to death by using this vicious method.
Lu Zhanyuan sneered and said, "Yun AoTian, this medicine is your creation. You should be doing this vivo experiment on yourself. Moreover, your life is not worth much, is it?"
Then Lu Zhanyuan knelt down and said, "Madame, Castellan, to ensure that nothing goes wrong at all, I implore you to get this beggar to hand over the formula and medicine made of rotten watermelons. And also, to use his body for the vivo experiment. This can be considered his way of making the greatest contribution to the residence of the castellan."
"That's right. You may go ahead." Castellan Jing Zhongyue said.
Lu Zhanyuan was greatly delighted and said, "Someone, go raid Yun AoTian's little courtyard. Arrest him and wash him clean. Prepare the knives and boiling dung water. We are going to carry out a vivo experiment."
Cruelty flashed in his eyes as Lu Zhanyuan said these words.
Using knives to cut flesh and blood, then smearing the body with boiling dung water. To think you, Yun AoTian, could think of something like that. This probably surpassed any other form of torture, and now, it was going to be used on Yun AoTian's body. This was going to be so exhilarating.
Suddenly, a few doctors present who found this quite unbearable revealed their looks of unwillingness. Humans were a compassionate lot, after all.
Lu Zhanyuan was simply too vicious. Not only was he intent on snatching away Yun AoTian's credit and robbing him of his divine medicine, but now, he was also going to kill him in the cruelest way possible.
But there is no other way out for you. Who are you, Yun AoTian, but a beggar without backing?
Unlike Lu Zhanyuan, who had Blue Immortal backing him up.
However, Jing Zhongyue turned around, and her beautiful eyes looked at Yun Zhonghe. She repeated herself, "I feel as though what you say makes sense. So, let's move on with the experiment."
Suddenly, the air felt frigid, as though a gust of cold wind was blowing.
Everyone cowered violently as their necks shrank inward. Even their insides seemed to contract.
It took a full moment for Lu Zhanyuan to understand that he was going to become the living body.
Instantly, he was frightened out of his wits and fell to his knees. Amidst cries, he said, "Madame, Castellan, I've served the residence of the castellan for eight years. Even if I have made no meritorious contributions, I did labor with due diligence. Spare my life, spare my life!"
Jing Zhongyue ignored him and to Yun Zhonghe, she asked, "Are you confident, can you cure Jing Wubian?"
My wife, my goddess, why do you like to break your sentences so much when you speak?
"Yes," Yun Zhonghe replied.
Jing Zhongyue then said, "Then hurry up. Cure him. This is one great contribution. When you return, I'll reward you, and it will far exceed what you can ever imagine."
With that said, Jing Zhongyue gathered her cloak around her again and walked straight out.
Outside, as many as a hundred elite cavalrymen were mounted as they waited in a neat formation. The moment she appeared, they dismounted their horses in unison and knelt on the ground.
Jing Zhongyue mounted her horse and galloped off.
After exiting the residence of the castellan.
A thousand elite cavalrymen immediately dismounted and knelt down neatly in unison.
Jing Zhongyue did not say anything. She merely covered her face with a golden visor.
Instantly, a thousand or more cavalrymen mounted their horses. Keeping her surrounded in the middle to protect her, the troop rode out of the City of Torn Gust in a mighty manner to rejoin the Baronage Assembly.
The coldness of an elite!
Truly worthy of being the queen of the City of Torn Gust. This forbidding appearance, this imposing bearing.
A truly great man should marry this woman!