"Water..."

Inside the room.

Upon hearing this faint murmur.

The three people present were initially taken aback.

Then, almost simultaneously, they lowered their heads and looked at Wang Yue on the bed.

At this very moment.

Wang Yue on the bed had already slightly opened his eyes, and the corners of his chapped lips twitched gently.

Although his gaze remained dull and his eyes unfocused, he had clearly regained a small degree of consciousness.

"Water... I want water..."

Xu Yun, standing nearby, quickly poured a glass of water from the table and handed it to Wang Bing:

"Captain, here."

Wang Bing took the glass, supporting his brother's shoulder with one hand while bringing the water to his lips with the other:

"Zheng Ru, the water is here, drink up."

"Mmm..."

Wang Yue instinctively drank the water, his chest rising and falling a few times.

Once he had caught his breath, he looked around, somewhat dazed:

"Zheng Chen, where is this place?"

Old Su, observing the situation, stepped forward, first using his hand to simply measure Wang Yue's forehead temperature, then asked:

"Zheng Ru, do you recognize this old man?"

Wang Yue struggled to open his eyes a little wider, examining Old Su carefully before saying after a moment:

"You must be... Elder Su?"

"That's right, it's me indeed."

Old Su nodded and sighed:

"Zheng Ru, you were recently ambushed by the Xia Bandits in the camp at night, severely injured, and were sent back to Bianjing by order of Imperial Secretariat Wang. Your condition was critical...Forget it, let's not discuss it now, there will be time to explain everything to you in detail later, but you must focus on recovery."

Wang Yue responded with a murmur, somewhat foggy.

Having just returned from the brink of death, he couldn't remember what had happened.

All he felt was a sharp pain in his chest and head, as if his body were being torn apart, unable to muster any strength.

However, his brother and Elder Su were trustworthy and close people, naturally, they couldn't deceive or harm him...

As he thought.

Wang Yue felt another wave of drowsiness wash over him and quickly fell into a deep sleep, his breath audible as he snored.

Seeing Wang Yue's breathing gradually stabilize, Old Su tucked the corners of his blanket before looking at Xu Yun with a complex expression.

If before, he believed Xu Yun was only trying to make his presence felt, the current state of Wang Yue was enough to prove...

He was gravely mistaken.

But rather than feeling ashamed or embarrassed, Old Su found himself consumed by a pressing desire for answers.

This elder, already at the end of his life, felt a rare surge of curiosity.

Before Old Su could speak, Wang Bing beside him acted first.

The stern-faced man stepped forward, standing before Xu Yun,

without saying a word, bowed deeply in gratitude:

"For your life-saving benevolence, Wang Bing will never forget it!"

Xu Yun, having predicted Wang Bing's intentions before he clasped his hands together, slightly sidestepped to avoid the act of gratitude:

"Captain, you're too polite. Zhonghou is blessed by the heavens; I merely added a touch of embellishment."

"Embellishment? If this is embellishment, then there are no real gestures of assistance in the world."

Old Su, hearing this, shook his head seriously, his tone carrying a hint of complexity:

"Had you not intervened today, Zheng Ru would have surely died. Wang Lin, there's no need to be modest.

It's just, I truly didn't expect... that an ailment of filth entering the body could be resolved with just garlic?

Wang Lin, did any of your ancestors happen to be a renowned physician?"

"I wouldn't presume to call them that."

Xu Yun humbly waved his hand, replying:

"My great-great-grandfather was just a traveling doctor, and before his death, he passed down this remedy. All I know is that he was originally a Daoist, from a sect called Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect..."

Old Su blinked:

"Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect? So, an outsider."

During the late Song period, various folk sects abounded, with numerous sects and religious orders, not without some notable figures among them.

Such as in Bianjing at this time, there was a Daoist named Lin Lingsu who was extremely famous, known as the True Immortal in the World.

He was also one of the founding fathers of the later Shenxiao Sect and according to historical trajectory, would be recognized by Emperor Huizong of Song in a few years and appointed as a National Preceptor.

At his zenith, he held significant power, not even giving face to Cai Jing.

Thus, the concept of sects wasn't unfamiliar to Old Su, muttering the sect name twice before changing his line of questioning:

"Wang Lin, did your ancestor leave behind the principle of garlic juice dispelling diseases?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yun's lips curled into a slight smile.

As expected, you would ask this.

But foreseeing is one thing, Xu Yun didn't plan to disclose the answer immediately.

After all, the value he intended to demonstrate was not just allicin:

"He did, but sir, right now Zhonghou is still not out of danger, shouldn't we first..."

Hearing this, Old Su was momentarily startled, then, somewhat sheepishly, slapped his forehead:

"Ashamed, truly ashamed, I was so intrigued I nearly neglected the important matter. Wang Lin, what should be done to treat Zheng Ru next?"

Xu Yun thought for a moment, then said:

"First, of course, is to prepare the allicin. To be honest, preparing allicin requires a special liquid, it isn't something you can make just by crushing garlic.

The garlic juice used on Zhonghou earlier included a product liquid that I carry with me and I have now run out.

If I am to prepare it again, I'll likely need some special equipment."

Old Su glanced at the container placed by Xu Yun beside the bed, contemplated for a few seconds before asking:

"Is it that liquid similar to strong liquor?"

Xu Yun nodded, secretly commending Old Su for his sharp thinking:

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