In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

The jade pendant has a warm and smooth texture, and it is clearly not an ordinary item.

On the back of the jade pendant is engraved a character in a vigorous and elegant style.

"Gu".

Qin Shaolang's brows furrowed even deeper.

顾？

The imperial surname of the Great Wei Dynasty does not seem to be this.

But those who can afford such a jade pendant and whose surname is "Gu" are definitely not ordinary people.

He wrapped the jade pendant again and put it in his pocket.

Then, he stood up and, facing the dying man, spoke slowly in a calm, almost cold tone.

"You're not possessed by an evil spirit, you have tetanus."

In short, it was earth-shattering.

The man, who was already delirious, suddenly jolted!

A chilling glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes as he stared intently at Qin Shaolang.

"What...what did you say?"

His voice was still hoarse, but it carried a hint of urgency and disbelief.

"I said, you have tetanus," Qin Shaolang repeated, "because the wound on your leg was contaminated and infected with anaerobic bacteria, and the toxins produced by the bacteria invaded your nervous system."

He explained the man's condition using the simplest and most straightforward modern medical terminology.

These words sound like a fantasy to people of this era.

What bacteria, what toxins, what nervous system?

I can't understand it at all.

But the man surnamed Gu's expression changed from shock to ecstasy, and finally to a desperate grasping at a straw.

He didn't know what Qin Shaolang was talking about.

But he knew that the person in front of him had revealed the root cause of his illness in a single sentence!

These days, he only felt his body getting stiffer day by day, as if he were being haunted by evil spirits, walking step by step toward death.

The bandits of Black Wind Stronghold also thought he was possessed by an evil spirit and avoided him like the plague.

Only he himself vaguely guessed that this strange illness was related to the injury on his leg.

Now, this young man is not only unafraid of him, but also accurately states the cause of the illness!

"You...you can save me?"

The man used all his strength to squeeze out those words from his throat.

His body convulsed even more violently from the excitement.

"able."

Qin Shaolang only said one word.

Clean and efficient.

Yet it weighs as much as a thousand pounds!

A look of wild joy erupted in the man's eyes.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Shaolang's trouser leg with astonishing strength.

"Save me! If you save me, I... I can give you everything you can't even imagine! Money! Power! Whatever you want, I can give you!"

Qin Shaolang ignored his promise.

He simply crouched down, looked at him, and calmly said, "I can save you. But not now. Your condition is dangerous, and we need to make some preparations."

"You...you mustn't go!" The man clung to him tightly, afraid he would leave. "Swear! Swear you'll save me!"

Qin Shaolang looked at his face, which was contorted with fear and the will to survive, but felt nothing.

He reached out and gently patted the man's hand that was gripping his trouser leg.

"I said I would save you, and I will save you."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an irresistible power of conviction.

The man holding his hand actually slowly let go.

Qin Shaolang stood up, turned around, and prepared to leave the dungeon.

He needs to prepare some things.

Strong liquor for wound cleaning, needles and sutures for suturing wounds, and some traditional Chinese medicines that can have a calming and anticonvulsant effect.

Although there are no antibiotics or antitoxins, with his knowledge and the existing conditions of the time, he might very well be able to create a miracle.

But just as he reached the top of the stone steps, the man's voice rang out behind him again, carrying an unprecedented urgency and hoarseness.

"etc!"

"My name is Gu Changfeng! After you save me, you must... you must immediately send someone to the capital to find the Marquis of Jing'an's residence!"

Tell them...

Gu Changfeng couldn't catch his breath and coughed violently, his body convulsing again.

He struggled, using his last bit of strength to shout out his final words.

"Tell them, the eldest son is still alive!"

...The eldest son is still alive!

The last few words seemed to be roared out by Gu Changfeng, as if he had used up all his strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness, but his body convulsed even more violently and frequently.

The dungeon was deathly silent.

The only sound was the soft crackling of the torch burning.

The Marquis of Jing'an's residence.

The eldest son.

These words flashed rapidly through Qin Shaolang's mind.

Each word represents immense power, but also endless trouble.

He was someone who only wanted to help the Su Jin sisters survive in this chaotic world.

To be caught in a political vortex of this magnitude?

That's no different from courting death.

For any normal person, the best option at this moment would be to throw away this hot potato and let it fend for itself.

but.

Qin Shaolang is not a normal person.

He is a military doctor.

His calling is to save lives.

Moreover, this Gu Changfeng is a card to play.

A trump card that might allow him and those he cares about to live better and more peacefully in this cannibalistic and chaotic world.

The risks are enormous.

But the returns were equally astonishing.

Qin Shaolang only thought for three seconds.

He made a decision.

save!

He turned around and strode up the stone steps.

"teacher!"

When Zhao Wu and Wang Tiezhu saw him coming up, they quickly went to greet him, their faces filled with worry and tension.

"The person down there..."

"He's not dead yet."

Qin Shaolang interrupted him, speaking rapidly and issuing orders one after another.

"Zhao Wu!"

"exist!"

"Go to the room I used to live in right now and get the medicine box my father left behind! Everything inside must be accounted for!"

"yes!"

"Wang Tiezhu!"

"Sir, I'm here!"

"Go to the kitchen and bring me a jar of our freshly distilled high-proof liquor! The strongest kind!"

"Go and boil a huge pot of water, the more the better!"

"Finally, find the cleanest, best-ventilated empty room, clean it thoroughly, and scald the floor and corners with boiling water!"

"Yes, sir!"

Although the two were full of doubts and had no idea why Qin Shao-Lang wanted these things, they still accepted the order without hesitation and ran away.

The master's orders must be obeyed!

Qin Shaolang then called to another strong man who was standing guard nearby.

"Go and find the brightest lantern and some of the thickest candles."

He paused, then added, "Go ask around the village to see if there are any unused sewing needles or silk threads."

"Huh? Needle and thread?" The strongman was taken aback.

"Go quickly!"

Qin Shaolang's voice suddenly turned cold.

The strongman was so frightened that he trembled and ran away in a panic.

After arranging everything, Qin Shaolang went down into the dungeon again.

He ignored the unconscious and convulsing Gu Changfeng and walked over to the other three prisoners who were chained up.

In the firelight, the three men looked emaciated and reeked of a foul stench; it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.

Qin Shao-Lang reached out and checked the carotid arteries of the three men one by one.

They still had a faint pulse.

still alive.