"What? You have a way?"
Inside the room.
Hearing Xu Yun's words, Old Su had no ti to react, and Wang Bing by the bedside imdiately couldn't sit still.
He jumped up to Xu Yun's side in an instant, staring intently at Xu Yun:
"You have a way to save Zheng Ru?"
At this mont, Wang Bing was like a Lion King fully unleashed, his hair and beard bristling, looking extrely intimidating.
Looking at the imposing, cold-faced man in front of him, Xu Yun took a deep breath and replied:
"I dare not lie to the Captain, this humble one does have a folk redy in hand that might save Zhonghou's life."
Wang Bing's chest heaved a few tis. He gave Xu Yun a deep look and then turned to look at Old Su.
Although he did not speak, it was obvious he was seeking Old Su's opinion.
At this mont, Old Su had also opened his eyes, his brows furrowed, his expression sowhat grave.
Although his political attitude had always been non-participation in partisan struggles, quietly being a neutral party.
Yet, after years of experience and struggles, he had seen many situations where superiors were at a loss and subordinates volunteered for a mission.
As the saying goes.
Master your civil and martial skills, and serve the imperial family.
The "imperial family" here does not only refer to the emperor; it can also refer to one's superior.
As soone who had navigated the bureaucratic sea, Old Su could understand the purpose of such words and actions, which was nothing more than to prove one's worth.
For soone to climb up using legitimate ans, even if a bit utilitarian, it was not disgraceful.
But the problem is...
This ti, Wang Yue's situation was far different from previous literary strategies or military expeditions, one could even say it had reached a point where human efforts could not reverse it.
After all, this was fecal water entering the body...
Fecal water is full of filth, the dirtiest and most evil thing in the world.
Ordinary people would mostly cover their noses and hurriedly avoid it, and on the battlefield, fecal water could be counted as a deadly weapon.
At the onset of fecal water entering the body, there might still be so hope for treatnt, but once it fully enters the body and festers, even if Hua Tuo or Bian Que were alive, they would likely have little confidence in saving him.
Indeed.
As a normal person, Xu Yun obviously wouldn't foolishly boast without reason, so he likely did have so redies passed down from his ancestors.
But these days, folk redies were like cell phones in later generations. Even the poorest households could produce a few, each claiming to be a top-notch cure, but in reality, they were rely rudintary devices.
In the face of a terminal condition like fecal water entry, believing in folk redies being effective was less probable than believing that the powerful Great Song would collapse in thirty years.
Therefore, although understanding, Old Su clearly did not believe Xu Yun truly had a way to cure Wang Yue's illness.
However, at this mont, Wang Bing was clearly not capable of such rationality. Seeing him looking at himself, Old Su could only sigh inwardly and ask:
"Wang Lin, let ask you, where is the redy you ntioned? Can you let take a look?"
Xu Yun thought for a mont, shook his head, and said:
"Master, the redy I ntioned actually refers to the preparation process of a peculiar object, rather than a specific formula.
However, since Zhonghou's condition is critical and the items in my possession are limited, even if effective, they can only temporarily sustain life.
To completely cure this ailnt, it would take a considerable amount of ti to prepare anew..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Bing couldn't help but look at Old Su once again.
Faced with the expectant gaze of his friend's descendant, Old Su's brows tightened further.
An unclear backgrounded male actor, an unspecified folk redy, and a patient seemingly in his dying monts.....
The combination of these factors was enough to make Old Su, a forr Pri Minister, bewildered.
Belief was certainly impossible, yet disbelief would an Wang Yue's condition...
He then sighed and prepared to reveal Xu Yun's background to Wang Bing:
"Zheng Chen, you may not know, this person is a newly-joined household servant, he was once a male....."
Old Su hadn't finished speaking when Wang Yue suddenly cried out, interrupting him.
Simultaneously, because Wang Bing was not by his side, Wang Yue's flailing hands were unrestrained, and a movent touched his wound, imdiately causing more blood to seep through the bandages.
Seeing this, Old Su quickly returned to the bedside.
He placed a hand on Wang Yue's wrist to check his pulse, his expression suddenly changed:
"Oh no, Zheng Ru is in danger!"
Zheng Ru is in danger!
Hearing these four words, Wang Bing's mind was shaken.
This cold-faced man suddenly turned to look at Xu Yun, his eyes red:
"Young man, if you truly have a redy, please bring it quickly. If Zheng Ru can be saved, Mr. Wang will surely reward you greatly. If not, it's simply fate, and I won't bla you!"
Old Su, by the bedside, opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say sothing.
But finally, he just sighed and called out to the door:
"First Year!"
A few seconds later.
Mr. Xie, the Old Chief Steward, pushed open the door and respectfully said:
"Master, what are your orders?"
Old Su did not respond to him, but instead asked Xu Yun:
"Wang Lin, how long does it take you to prepare the dicine?"
Xu Yun thought for a mont and replied:
"The item I have with is only the key component; to produce the finished product, including preparation ti... it would take at least an hour."
"An hour..."
Old Su was silent for a mont, took a deep breath:
"Then you will have an hour. Within this hour, I will do everything possible to ensure Zheng Ru's safety.
First Year, you will follow Wang Lin. Give him everything he needs, and do not ask anything else!"
Mr. Xie, the Old Chief Steward, was originally respectful and obedient. Hearing the orders, he subconsciously glanced at Xu Yun.
Although he did not know why the new servant suddenly received such treatnt, his long-standing loyalty to Old Su led him to accept the command:
"Understood."
Then Xu Yun saluted both Old Su and Wang Bing before following Mr. Xie out of the room.
After leaving the room, Mr. Xie asked him:
"Wang Ma... Wang Lin, where are we going now?"
Xu Yun looked south and reflexively reported a location:
"Let's go back to my room first."
Mr. Xie did not question further and followed Xu Yun towards the South Wing.
The two quickly moved and soon returned to the courtyard where Xu Yun's room was located.
They opened the door and entered, and Xu Yun searched by the bedside, finding a small ceramic bottle.
This small bottle was slightly larger than a fast-acting heart relief pill, with a capacity of about fifty milliliters, and was one of the supplies Xu Yun had prepared before his journey.
Due to its small size, the bottle was hidden atop Xu Yun's headdress, and since it was dark at the ti, it wasn't discovered during the body search.
After finding the bottle, Xu Yun said to Mr. Xie:
"Steward Xie, let's go to the kitchen."
"No problem, I'll take us..... wait a mont?"
Mr. Xie had been nodding along but suddenly caught himself:
"Where did you say?"
"The kitchen."
Mr. Xie stared at Xu Yun as if seeing a ghost, this loyal servant who never questioned his master's orders rubbed his eyes and asked:
"...Are you serious?"
"Of course, it's true. A Great Song person doesn't deceive a Great Song person!"
"..."
After a few seconds of silence,
recalling Old Su's instructions, Mr. Xie sighed and led Xu Yun towards the kitchen.
The ancients said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, so in most residences, the kitchen was also located in the south wing.
The layout of the Su Mansion was no exception. Xu Yun and Mr. Xie quickly reached this place full of life activity.
The person in charge of the kitchen was a man Xu Yun wasn't familiar with, roughly 70% the size of Ear Root. He was leading people to select vegetables. Upon seeing Mr. Xie, he smiled and greeted:
"Oh, Steward Xie, what brings you here today? Is the master looking for new flavors or...?"
Mr. Xie gestured to him, then spoke stiffly to Xu Yun:
"Wang Lin, we've reached the kitchen. This is the head chef, Fatty ng. Speak to him with whatever you need."
Xu Yun nodded to Fatty ng and asked:
"Master ng, do you have garlic here?"
......
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