I only wished to take up my fiefdom, but my elder brother forced me to rebel.

Lu Cangqiong's eyes lit up when he saw the wine jar, and he immediately stood up.

"Ninth Brother, is this the treasure bestowed by the gods?"

"Yes."

Lu Cangqiong walked around to the bedside and stared at the clear wine in the jar.

"Could it be holy water from the immortals?"

"The legendary living dead, the ability to heal the wounded?"

Lu Yuan rolled his eyes at him. "Father, read less of those fictional novels."

Lu Cangqiong's expectant expression froze.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Lu Yuan didn't explain, but sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the cork off the wine jar.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted out.

He Shen turned his head with great effort, a hint of relief appearing on his pale face.

"It smells so good."

"Nephew, you really know your uncle well."

"Knowing that my uncle liked this kind of wine, he even brought me a jar of good wine before he left."

He was about to raise his hand as he spoke.

Lu Yuan grabbed his arm.

"What are you thinking about?"

"This isn't for you to drink."

He Shen glanced at the wine jar, then looked at his nephew.

"Not drinking?"

"Are you suggesting I use it to take a bath?"

"almost."

Lu Yuan lifted the thin blanket covering his chest, revealing the strip of cloth wrapped around his wound.

"It will hurt a lot in a moment, just bear with it."

He Shen's smile vanished.

Liang Zhongwen's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to stop Lu Yuan.

"Your Highness, you mustn't!"

"Commander He's arrow wound has just stopped bleeding, and his internal organs are still injured. How can he withstand such strong liquor if you pour it on him?"

"Even a small wound can be extremely painful when alcohol comes into contact with it."

"Commander He has a through-and-through arrow wound in his chest. Pouring wine on it would be tantamount to cutting him again with a knife!"

Several imperial physicians also gathered around.

"Your Highness, the headmaster is right."

"Commander He is now deficient in qi and blood and can no longer withstand stimulation."

"His survival is still uncertain; doing this will only cause him more suffering before he passes away!"

Xie Guangkun, holding an empty wine jar, stood by the door and couldn't help but interject.

"Imperial physicians, you just said that Commander He was beyond saving."

"Now that His Highness has brought out a life-saving method, you won't allow it to be used."

"So, you mean lying down and waiting to die isn't torture?"

Liang Zhongwen turned around and glared at him.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. This is about saving lives, not the Ministry of Works firing bricks and smelting iron!"

Just as the two were about to argue, Lu Yuan picked up the wine jar.

Liang Zhongwen immediately turned around and blocked his way again.

"Your Highness, please reconsider!"

"roll!"

Lu Yuan kicked him in the side.

Liang Zhongwen was kicked and fell to the side; two imperial physicians quickly helped him up.

"Your Highness!"

"If you can't cure him, then don't stop me from saving him!"

Lu Yuan tore open the cloth strip on He Shen's chest, revealing the stitched wound.

The area around the wound was already red and swollen, and the oozing blood was also cloudy.

He Shen glanced at it, then calmed down.

"My eldest nephew."

"Let's get started."

Lu Yuan took a boiled cloth and placed it under the wound, then gave instructions to the young imperial physician beside him.

"Hold his shoulder."

The young imperial physician sat on the edge of the bed and held He Shen's shoulders firmly with both hands.

Lu Yuan grabbed his uncle's hand.

"Bear with it."

"As long as you get through this, the pus in the wound will decrease."

The wine jar tilted slowly.

Clear alcohol dripped around the arrow wound and flowed down the stitches.

He Shen's body suddenly stiffened.

He grabbed the edge of the bed, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

"Lu Yuan!"

"What the hell are you holding, you brat?!"

"It hurts like hell!"

Two imperial physicians held down his shoulders at the same time, nearly causing him to fall over.

Lu Yuan didn't stop, and comforted him, "Uncle, just bear with it a little longer."

"This wine can kill the pus in the wound."

"If you can just pull through, you'll be halfway to safety!"

He Shen's forehead was soon covered in sweat, and his jaw ached from clenching it.

"If you're so capable, why don't you make yourself a jar?"

"I've already used it on the wound on my arm."

Why do you think I know pain?

He Shen struggled again.

Lu Yuan leaned down and pressed down on his arm.

"You don't even have a wife now. If you really die like this, how will you face your maternal grandparents?"

"If they ask you where the He family's ancestral temple is located, what will you answer?"

"You said you were too busy guarding the imperial guards for the emperor to get married?"

Lu Cangqiong's face darkened.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Lu Yuan ignored him, quickly finished cleaning up, put the remaining alcohol aside, and rewrapped the wound with a clean cloth.

He Shen loosened his grip on the edge of the bed, looking as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Lu Cangqiong nervously grabbed Lu Yuan, "Ninth Brother, can this alcohol be mass-produced?"

"able."

"If our soldiers of the Great Yong Dynasty suffer knife or arrow wounds on the battlefield, can using this to clean them prevent the wounds from festering?"

"If you clean up in time and keep the knives, cloth strips and your hands clean, your chances of survival will increase by at least several percent."

Lu Cangqiong was breathing rapidly. He turned around, took a few steps, and then immediately came back.

"good!"

"OK!"

"In previous border battles, only a small percentage of the soldiers actually died on the spot."

"Many people crawled back from piles of corpses, only to die from festering wounds."

"If alcohol could truly save their lives, the Great Yong Dynasty could avoid losing thousands of veterans every year!"

Zhou Fu added, "If veterans can survive, they can train more new recruits."

"This item, when used in the military, is no less valuable than a horseshoe."

Xie Guangkun quickly stepped forward, "Your Majesty, the equipment for making alcohol is not complicated."

"If the Ministry of Works is given enough copper, ten more sets of tools can be made within three days."

Lu Cangqiong raised his hand and pointed at him.

"make!"

"The Ministry of Works shall immediately construct an alcohol workshop."

"This law is classified as a top secret within the military. Anyone who dares to leak it will be severely punished!"

Lu Yuan added, "Strong liquor is also acceptable."

Lu Cangqiong stopped in his tracks.

"This stuff is drinkable?"

"The surplus spirits in the army can be sold to the powerful, restaurants, and northern caravans."

"It can save lives and make money at the same time."

Lu Cangqiong grabbed Zhou Fu's arm.

"Did you hear me?"

"You can make money too!"

Zhou Fu nodded quickly.

"This old servant heard you."

"May Heaven bless the Great Yong!"

Lu Cangqiong turned around, his face beaming with joy.

"With alcohol, soldiers have an extra life, and the national treasury has an extra business."

"The Old Immortal of Nanhua has treated my Great Yong Dynasty very well!"

Liang Zhongwen sat on the ground, supporting his back as he looked at the bed.

"commit a sin."

"This strong liquor was poured into the arrow wound..."

"What a terrible thing!"

He Shen opened his mouth to curse Lu Yuan, but his vision gradually went black.

His body went limp, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Uncle!"

Lu Yuan reached out and pressed down on He Shen's wrist, then touched his forehead.

"Still alive."

"I have a fever now, and tonight will be the hardest part."

"If the fever breaks tomorrow, I'll be out of danger."

Liang Zhongwen endured the pain and stood up.

"I will personally watch over Commander He and check his pulse every half hour."

Lu Cangqiong turned to look at the people from the Imperial Hospital.

"Issue my decree."

"The Imperial Medical Academy is doing everything in its power to take care of He Shen, prioritizing the supply of medicines, ice, and manpower to this area."

"If He Shen makes a mistake, the entire Imperial Medical Academy will be executed!"

Several imperial physicians immediately knelt down to receive the imperial decree.

Lu Yuan looked at his father with surprise.

Although He Shen was the commander of the Imperial Guards and the only remaining relative of his maternal clan, Lu Cangqiong, as the emperor, was willing to let the entire Imperial Medical Academy be buried with him.

Seeing his son's expression, Lu Cangqiong waved for the imperial physicians and craftsmen to leave.

He only came to Lu Yuan after most of the people had left.

"You're curious why I value your uncle so much, aren't you?"