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"Is this really such a miraculous medicine? It looks so simple and plain."
No matter how ordinary it appears, as long as it is effective, it is a good medicine. However, Gao Ping still shook his head in refusal.
"Dian Wei, the distance from Changshan County to Zhengding County is only a little over a hundred miles; we can hold on."
"This medicine is meant to treat your kin's illness; it would be inappropriate for us to take it."
Dian Wei smiled and reassured him, "Please rest assured, if I thought it unsuitable for you, I wouldn't offer it to everyone. In fact, I have already prepared the specific medicine meant for treating my kin's ailment."
"This bag contains the remaining Divine Medicine; even if you drink it all, it won't matter."
At this point, further refusal seemed overly pretentious. Gao Ping nodded in acceptance.
"I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, Dian Wei."
Dian Wei waved at Gao Shun. "Brother Gao Shun, please bring over those who are severely injured."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Shun directed his family to bring six seriously injured individuals before Dian Wei.
These injured people were indeed in dire condition: some had been deeply stabbed; others had long gashes in their abdomens with blades still lodged inside, fearing that any movement would cause them to bleed profusely.
Some had wounds similar to those suffered by Chu Yan; though their bones were not exposed, half of one leg had been severed. Others had been struck by blades during combat, leaving their shoulder blades exposed and mangled.
The remaining individuals were in similar predicaments, all hanging by a thread. Without Dian Wei's help, they would not only be unable to reach Zhao Family Village but would also struggle to survive until dawn.
Especially in such circumstances, despite their immense pain, not a single one cried out in agony.
Seeing this scene, Dian Wei couldn't help but exclaim, "You Gao Family members are truly men of iron and blood."
Gao Ping approached with a smile. "Dian Wei, please don't mock us anymore; it's just that our Gao Family has certain rules."
Dian Wei's curiosity was piqued, and he pressed on, "What kind of Family Rules are those?" Before he could finish, Gao Shun chimed in, "The determination to charge into battle means there is only death, no life."
Upon hearing this, Dian Wei was momentarily taken aback, then shook his head in confusion. "The resolve to fight in the midst of the enemy, disregarding life and death—this is something I couldn't grasp at first." Indeed, for someone from a farming background, such profound and somewhat obscure words were not easy to comprehend immediately.
However, Chu Yan, hailing from a local noble family and well-versed in literature, stepped forward to assist Dian Wei in understanding. "It's truly a spirit of breaking through the enemy lines; there is only death and no path to survival. Even when deep within enemy territory, one must possess the determination and courage to fight as if there is no retreat."
"You Gao Family certainly lives up to this Family Rule," he added. Gao Ping stroked his thick mustache, unable to hide his joy. He had once parted ways with his family over differing interpretations of this very saying. His belief was that those who feared death and merely clung to survival were unworthy of bearing the Gao surname. As a result, he had been expelled from the family. Yet he had never regretted his decision. "I would rather die standing than live on my knees."
Dian Wei glanced at Chu Yan and silently gave him a thumbs-up. "Little brother, thanks to your help, my efforts in saving you were not in vain." Chu Yan responded with a smile.
Then, Dian Wei approached the Gao Family member who had been pierced through the abdomen by a spear. With a strong pull, he yanked the spear out of the man's body, causing blood to gush forth. Seeing this, Gao Shun hurriedly brought over a large piece of cloth to cover the wound; however, the injury was too severe, and no matter how they tried to staunch the bleeding, it wouldn't stop.
Drawing from his previous experience in treating Chu Yan...
Dian Wei decisively pulled the stopper from the pouch and brought the milk inside to his lips. The amount of milk he carried was limited, and with so many injured people, it needed to be distributed wisely. Fortunately, this miraculous milk had astonishing effects. Its efficacy was proportional to the severity of the wounds or ailments; the more critical the condition, the faster the recovery after consumption.
For a common cold, one cup of milk was sufficient for a complete cure. However, for those on the brink of death, just one liter of milk could restore them to their former selves. As soon as the milk reached their throats, the bleeding would immediately lessen, and their wounds would begin to close up rapidly. Once the healing was complete, a layer of scar tissue would gradually form over the previously gaping wounds. If they continued to be fed the milk, these scars would eventually fall away without leaving a trace.
Yet, when one severely injured patient regained consciousness, he weakly pushed Dian Wei away and said in a faint voice, "There isn't much Divine Medicine left. My wounds are nearly healed; please don’t waste it here."
Dian Wei nodded gently and withdrew the pouch, turning his attention to another critically ill patient. The onlookers from the Gao Family and Chu Yan craned their necks, watching intently as this scene unfolded.
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