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Chu Yan exclaimed in surprise, "But that bottle of medicine was specifically set aside by that esteemed person for your mother’s treatment. Now that I’ve consumed it, what will happen to her?"
Dian Wei shook his Water Bag, unconcerned. "That esteemed Sage told me that a whole bottle of this miraculous milk is enough to heal three people. He also mentioned that if used sparingly, it could even heal thirty without much difficulty. Although you are injured, you’ve only consumed one-fifth of a bottle and have already recovered completely."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yan felt a weight lift from his heart. "Thank you for saving my life, Brother Dian Wei."
Dian Wei's expression turned serious. "This is my promise to your father—to ensure you return home free of illness. I cannot fail in this duty. Furthermore, next time you encounter danger, stay close to me so we can support each other."
"Thank you for the advice, Brother. I will remember it," Chu Yan replied with a smile, secretly vowing to remember this act of kindness.
This Divine Milk could indeed cure most ailments and injuries, but it came with a small drawback: it induced a strong feeling of hunger afterward.
"I'm really hungry," Chu Yan said, clutching his stomach. He rummaged through the carriage and found over ten dry flatbreads, hastily stuffing several pieces into his mouth. After swallowing five flatbreads, he finally felt his strength returning.
Dian Wei looked at him and asked, "Are you ready?"
Chu Yan nodded in affirmation.
"Then let’s head over to Gao Mansion and gather some information," Dian Wei suggested. "If it weren’t for those years when Qing Ren held off twice the number of our enemies, we would be facing an even more perilous situation now. Even with his exceptional martial skills, he would have struggled against being surrounded by so many foes. He might not have had time to benefit from the miraculous milk before being killed."
Soon after, the two arrived near the Gao Family's territory. Chu Yan asked, "What’s the casualty situation here?"
Gao Ping, an elder of the Gao Family, stood with his staff, his expression grave as he assessed the situation. After a brief pause, he replied, "Although we managed to fend off a large number of enemy attacks, some infiltrators still caused damage. Fortunately, there are no fatalities; however, we do have six injured and four with minor wounds."
It was worth noting that eighteen members of the Gao Family had participated in this journey. Considering the number of injuries and minor wounds sustained, it meant that nearly half of their clan had been harmed.
Thus, Chu Yan posed a question: "Are you still planning to continue to the capital region?"
This left the elderly Gao Ping momentarily stunned.
It was an extremely difficult decision: if they pressed on, traveling under the current conditions would become long and perilous. Moreover, the injured were at great risk of life-threatening situations due to the lack of effective medical treatment. While minor injuries might heal on their own, for those with severe wounds, enduring a long journey without medical support was almost equivalent to seeking death; the only difference lay in the timing.
On the other hand, if they chose to stay, the entire North China region was suffering from years of drought, with Ji Province being the hardest hit. Food was scarce, and water resources were critically low. Remaining behind would mean a slow march toward death.
After experiencing countless storms in his life, Gao Ping found himself particularly lost when faced with such a choice. He looked up at Chu Yan and Dian Wei, trying to seek their advice, but he was taken aback when he noticed that Chu Yan's arm, which had been severed to reveal stark white bones and stained with blood, seemed to have miraculously healed completely.
How could you look as if nothing had happened? Is this normal?
It was anything but normal! Gao Ping scrutinized Chu Yan closely. His clothes remained unchanged and appeared quite disheveled, yet his complexion, once pale as paper, had returned to normal. He raised his head again to gaze at the night sky. Could it be that Chu Yan had actually died? Was he now an unwilling ghost? The elderly Gao Ping swallowed hard and said, "Chu Yan, debts must be repaid; please spare Dian Wei and our Gao Family. Go after those bandits instead."
Chu Yan was taken aback, instantly realizing Gao Ping's misunderstanding. He couldn't help but chuckle as he said, "Old man, I'm not dead."
"Really not dead?" Gao Ping asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Really not dead. If you don't believe me, look—do I have a shadow?"
They say ghosts don't have shadows. With the moonlight above, Gao Ping saw a tall figure behind Chu Yan.
"Phew! You're really not a ghost."
"Chu Yan, you truly aren't dead? But I remember you lost a lot of blood back then."
At that moment, Gao Ping began to doubt whether he had become senile.
Chu Yan displayed his uninjured arm, showing no trace of wounds. "You remember correctly; I was indeed injured and lost a lot of blood, almost to the point of death. However—"
Gao Ping's eyes widened. "However what?"
Dian Wei interjected, explaining, "Because we had the Divine Medicine bestowed by the immortals that can bring people back to life."
"After he took this Divine Medicine, he completely recovered his health," Dian Wei continued. "The wounds on his arm healed without a trace."
As soon as Dian Wei finished speaking, Gao Ping couldn't contain himself and stepped forward to inspect Chu Yan's arm.
It was indeed true; the arm was perfectly smooth. He vividly remembered how Chu Yan's injured arm had been brutally hacked, exposing white bone and gushing blood like a fountain. Yet now, there wasn't even a scar left behind.
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