After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times

After receiving Zhao Hanzhang’s letter, Ji Yuan and Zhao Ming immediately dispatched troops from various places and then took the remaining forty thousand soldiers in the camp with Ji Yuan, splitting into three groups to support Zhao Hanzhang.

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Ji Yuan, leading ten thousand soldiers, had already encountered Wang Nai ahead and learned that Zhao Hanzhang hadn’t completely broken off with Gou Xi. He let out a long sigh of relief but still hurried over.

Halfway, the two met, both showing a look of great relief. Ji Yuan noticed that their lord looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, and quickly approached, asking with worry, "Miss Zhao, where is the First Young Master?"

"In the carriage."

Fu Tinghan had woken up briefly on the way but soon fell into a drowsy sleep again. His wound was large, and the situation wasn’t very good.

The military doctors were used to such things; many soldiers were alive when they left the battlefield, only to die during treatment, most of whom died due to wound deterioration.

So Zhao Hanzhang sought out traditional Chinese medicine for his prescriptions, but she was really unfamiliar with traditional Chinese medicine, and after anxiously pacing in circles, she started wasting food.

She asked the cook for many buns, wanting to let them mold to extract penicillin.

Unfortunately, it was cold at this time, and the buns had no scent after being left for a day, showing no signs of molding.

Zhao Hanzhang was worried sick watching this.

Fu Tinghan occasionally woke up and heard Fu An say, "Miss Zhao has gone crazy because of the Young Master’s illness. She even went to the cookhouse and asked for a lot of buns, put them in a clean urn, and said she wanted to make you some medicine."

Fu An said, "Young Master, you have to get better quickly; otherwise, I feel Miss Zhao will go mad."

When Zhao Hanzhang came to see him, Fu Tinghan tried to stay awake and said to her, "In this cold weather, if you want the buns to develop penicillin, it might take a long time."

Zhao Hanzhang said, "I have already sent people to look all over. Penicillin from other food works too."

Fu Tinghan then smiled and said, "In these times, whose family would have leftover food long enough to grow mold?"

Exactly, even in wealthy households, if they couldn’t finish the food themselves, there were always servants, and beyond servants, there were tenants. In any case, there wouldn’t be moldy food.

So Zhao Hanzhang was constantly committed to making it herself.

Fu Tinghan whispered, "You could create a warm and humid environment for it to mold faster."

Zhao Hanzhang’s eyes lit up, but she also felt guilty, "In times like this, I’m still letting you worry about such things."

"It’s really not much worry. Anyway, I can’t sleep because of the pain, just talking," Fu Tinghan said.

Despite what he said, Fu Tinghan’s medicine had a sedative effect, and it seemed very effective on him; after saying a few words, teaching Zhao Hanzhang how to create a warm, humid environment for the buns, he dozed off again.

Zhao Hanzhang stared blankly at his pale, thin face, unable to help but softly ask, "Did you... know at the time that exposing your back to the enemy was very dangerous, almost costing you your life? Was it because you liked me, or would you do the same for others?"

Fu Tinghan shook off some sleepiness, thought seriously, and said, "If it were Qiu Wu and Fu An, I would be anxious but probably wouldn’t turn around, expose my back, and take the risk to save them."

"If it were the Second Son, I would probably try to save him."

Zhao Hanzhang: "Because you’re closer to him?"

Fu Tinghan smiled, nodded slightly, and said, "Also because of you."

Zhao Hanzhang was stunned for a moment before asking, "Do you like me that much?"

Fu Tinghan lightly "hmm’d."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him steadily, staying silent for a long time before saying, "Have you ever thought, maybe I’m not worth your liking this much."

"Whether it’s worth it or not isn’t for you to say," Fu Tinghan looked at her, "I like you because I like you. I don’t think my liking for you should be measured by worthiness because I’m not trying to make you do anything; I just want to do something for you."

"If one day I don’t like you anymore, it’s not that you’re no longer worth it, but that I’ve had a change of heart. That’s my problem, not yours."

Zhao Hanzhang gazed at him blankly, and after a long while, asked, "So when will you not like me anymore?"

Fu Tinghan seriously thought about it and then shook his head, "Probably never. I’ve been liking you for fourteen years. During that time, we were apart for several years, but I never changed my mind, so it’ll be even harder to change in the future."

"Moreover," Fu Tinghan looked at her, "in this world, only you and I are alike yet different. If you die, I’d truly be a lone soul in this world."

"I am like a rootless wild grass here. Without you, I probably wouldn’t live alone," Fu Tinghan said honestly, "You are my reason for existing in this world."

Zhao Hanzhang realized that this wasn’t sweet talk but a mere statement.

She then became serious too, looking at him solemnly and said, "I will try hard to live, and you must also try hard to live!"

Zhao Hanzhang reached out and grasped his hand tightly, even to the point of causing him pain, "You also said that in this world, only we are the same. You would feel lonely, and so would I!"

Fu Tinghan returned her grip, ignoring the pain from his shoulder, and smiled warmly at her, "Don’t worry; I will survive."

Whether it was due to his strong will to live or the military doctor’s medication finally taking effect, Fu Tinghan, who had been experiencing intermittent high fevers, finally began to stabilize, and his wound started to improve.

The military doctor let out a long sigh of relief. Zhao Hanzhang held Fu Tinghan in great importance, and he was really afraid that if something happened to Fu Tinghan, Zhao Hanzhang might do something else.

The military doctor changed Fu Tinghan’s medicine, stood up with a smiling face, and said, "The wound is healing quickly. Continue to avoid certain foods while taking the medicine, and in at most a ten-day period, it’ll scab over."

By this time, it was already their third day back in Chen County.

Fu Tinghan could already walk on the ground, but to avoid aggravating his wound, he rarely went out.

Just after tidying his underclothes, Fu An came running in a hurry, "Young Master, the medicine Miss Zhao made for you finally developed penicillin."

Fu Tinghan paused his dressing and asked, "A lot?"

"Quite a bit," Fu An replied, puzzled, "but how do you use those moldy buns? Does the Young Master have to eat them?"

Fu An looked horrified and said, "The Young Master originally had no issues, but what if eating those buns makes it worse..."

Fu Tinghan gave him a glance and said, "What are you thinking? Those aren’t for eating."

He picked up his clothes to wear, and Fu An quickly took them over, helping him dress carefully and asked, "If not for eating, how do you make medicine?"

Fu Tinghan asked, "Did the craftsman manage to make what I asked for a few days ago?"

Fu An: "The Glass Workshop is in Shangcai, and the message probably only just arrived there, how could it be that fast?"

Without transparent glass products and measuring tools, it’s naturally still possible to operate, just a bit more troublesome.

But Fu Tinghan wasn’t afraid of trouble. He took Fu An to check out the urn filled with moldy buns.