"Pass on the order, Silvia must be saved!"
Theodore's roar echoed through the hall.
Alan, on the other hand, looked thoughtfully at the old scholar with a bitter expression.
"Childbirth in ancient times truly is a death's door..."
"Don't be fooled by Theodore's attitude; deep down, he probably has little hope left."
In this underdeveloped world without extraordinary powers, even a minor illness can be life-threatening.
After Theodore's outburst, he apologetically looked at Alan: "Sorry... we might not be able to hold a welcome banquet for you tonight."
"Do as you please..."
Alan shook his head, indicating it was no big deal.
He glanced towards the direction of the delivery room, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I happen to have some potions that might be useful."
When it comes to saving lives, the doctors in the territory might not be as capable as him.
Especially since Alan had specifically searched his previous life's memories in his dreams and finally found a powerful weapon—Allicin!
As a time traveler facing the risk of various diseases and infections in ancient times, one would naturally think of creating antibiotics.
However, whether it is sulfa or penicillin, the required processes are quite complex, not to mention Alan had never seen them in his previous life.
But he remembered an article about allicin.
Although strictly speaking, it is not an antibiotic, it has a very good antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effect. Most importantly, it's easy to make.
As the name suggests, allicin needs to be made from fresh garlic, but it does not exist in garlic.
Garlic actually contains alliin! Alliin exists in garlic in an unstable form, and when impacted, such as slicing or crushing, alliinase is activated, catalyzing the formation of allicin!
Therefore, obtaining this quasi-antibiotic is very simple, just crush a large amount of garlic and extract it!
What is the status of antibiotics in ancient times? One can easily imagine.
Alan found it for fear that his physical body in the real world might fall ill and infected, collapsing just as he was about to touch the extraordinary, dying in the most frustrating way.
Unexpectedly, it could be useful now.
"However, although allicin is a magical quasi-antibiotic, it can only prevent postpartum infection and is powerless against severe bleeding during childbirth."
Alan was thinking to himself when he heard Theodore's surprised voice: "You... a potion?"
"It's a potion I bought from a merchant, said to have a strong hemostatic effect."
Alan replied nonchalantly, taking out a test tube from his pocket, which contained a semi-solid ointment that looked like solidified grease.
This was one of his achievements in recent days, a decent hemostatic potion.
And because of the small number of test subjects, Alan was thinking of finding some more.
"Just apply it to the wound and it will stop the bleeding quickly."
He handed the test tube to Theodore and carefully explained its usage.
Theodore's expression was somewhat peculiar but quickly subdued: "You are a good brother. Whether Silvia can pull through or not, Colin and I will be grateful to you."
After speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the delivery room.
In the hall, Lady Sonia looked at Alan with an intriguing expression, covering her mouth with a fan and lowering her voice: "Alan... you made a mistake. Even if Silvia recovers thanks to your potion, Colin won't be grateful. If Silvia dies, you might even bear the responsibility."
"Yes."
Alan stepped forward, patted Ginny's head, and squeezed Sean's cheek, making the brat bare his teeth: "But... I'm happy!"
Even if it wasn't for testing the potion, he couldn't help but assist in such situations.
After all, whether Silvia lived or died had no bearing on his interests.
As long as it didn't harm his interests, he didn't mind being a good person.
Or rather, he enjoyed the pleasure of doing good deeds.
"Is this why you refused me several times before?" Lady Sonia comforted Sean, pulling the brat along, and laughed.
"Lady Sonia, perhaps you don't believe it, but I truly have no interest in the count's position..."
Alan retracted his secretly prepared right leg.
He had planned to teach Sean a lesson if the brat dared to charge at him, but now he could only smile as he responded.
"That's truly a pity... Perhaps you don't know, but after the last war, Theodore had actually begun to regret..."
Lady Sonia said: "He had not realized that the unassuming you had grown into such an outstanding man, while Colin, by comparison, was not to his liking."
"But... Colin still has the status of the eldest son, and the legitimate heir's righteousness over the years..."
Alan shrugged: "Moreover, he has married Silvia and given birth to the heir everyone expects."
"The heir everyone expects..."
Lady Sonia smiled meaningfully.
"Lies are eventually exposed." Alan smiled: "Then, if you'll excuse me. After all, it's been a tiresome journey..."
He bowed, winked at Ginny, and returned to his room in the castle.
Upon opening the door, he was slightly surprised to see the room maintained as it was and seemed to be regularly cleaned, as if always ready for its owner.
After a while, the door opened, and Ginny walked in: "Brother Alan, you signaled me to come, is something wrong?"
"Of course, there's something. I plan to make something delicious for you."
Alan smiled: "Go find a bottle of wine and some fresh garlic..."
Since he had decided to save someone, he might as well save completely.
If Silvia didn't die from postpartum bleeding but rather from infection, it would be quite troublesome.
Before long, Ginny returned with the items, her face full of curiosity: "Why do you want to save Silvia?"
Smack!
Alan casually knocked on her little head: "I save because I want to. Even if I see an injured kitten or puppy on the road, I sometimes can't help but step in. What's more, Silvia is family..."
"I don't think you're unaware of Colin's intentions, and besides, you share half the responsibility for Silvia's family's decline."
Ginny retorted.
"So what? They can't touch me even if they jump up..." Alan made a face: "Don't cause trouble, don't fear trouble, self-defense, that's the polite way, understand? Hmm, once these are done, try some..."
Then Ginny was brought to tears by the spiciness, and eventually, the little girl ran out of Alan's room with teary eyes:
"Wah... Alan lied, allicin isn't tasty at all!"