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Tong Yuan's face gradually took on a hint of color; although still faint, it marked an important step towards recovery.
Tong Lao's pulse had become increasingly steady.
Zhao Li tightly grasped his wrist, his voice barely containing his excitement as he announced the news. Upon hearing this, Yun Xiao Yi nodded and smiled.
It was evident that milk possessed healing properties against illness as well. This discovery was truly astonishing. Just a cup of milk was enough to achieve what Bai Bing had claimed could be completely eradicated. This might leave future medical students in awe, even speechless. They would have toiled for years to learn a vast medical system, only to find that drinking a simple cup of milk was more effective.
It was clear that this could make almost anyone a bona fide doctor. At the same time, it meant that Yun Xiao Yi no longer needed to expend great effort searching for ways to create ancient antibiotics. Although he was a science-minded traveler, attempting to produce such complex medicines in the late Eastern Han period would likely remain a fanciful notion.
Not to mention that even if he managed to create a simplified version of penicillin or garlic extract, the efficacy of those methods might be extremely limited. They would be little more than a temporary solution, far less effective than the immediate healing they were witnessing now.
Once again, Zhao Yun fetched more milk from the vat for Tong Yuan to drink. With the second replenishment, Tong Yuan's complexion became even more vibrant, shedding any signs of weakness.
Zhao Li's reaction escalated further; his mouth agape and eyes wide with disbelief, he muttered repeatedly, "Miracle! Miracle!"
Based on the pulse assessment, Mr. Tong had completely recovered. It was akin to the methods of immortals! This was true Shang Xian technique!
Hearing this evaluation, Zhao Yun couldn't help but shake the porcelain bowl in his hand, his face filled with incredulity.
It seemed that the master was about to awaken.
After a subtle shift in his expression, Tong Yuan spoke softly to Zhao Li.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately focused intently on him.
He noticed a faint yet resolute will to survive emerging on Tong Yuan's face. His hand moved slightly, as if the fire of life had reignited at that moment.
Finally, after a series of changes, Tong Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
As his gaze sharpened, the first thing he saw was Zhao Yun holding a ceramic bowl, the familiar face just within reach.
Have I already passed away? Why can I still see the clouds?
A thought crossed Tong Yuan's mind as he quickly assessed his physical condition.
He felt unusually strong, as if time had rolled back to a moment of vigor. Yet reason told him that the severe injuries he had sustained could not heal in such a short time; the onset had been as violent as an earthquake, and recovery would require patience and gradual healing.
Especially with his decades of martial arts experience, how could those hidden injuries possibly mend so easily?
Then, a thought arose within him. Could this be a moment of life’s final brilliance? He speculated that his current state was merely a last display before death.
Clouds, come closer to me!
He whispered the command softly.
Seeing Tong Yuan's body recover to this extent, Zhao Yun was instantly moved to tears.
Master…
However, Tong Yuan maintained a stoic expression, not allowing Zhao Yun to say much more:
I am aware of my own condition; I should be experiencing a final flicker of life. There are matters I need to address before I go; listen to me carefully.
What matters? Master, you—
Zhao Yun was taken aback, unable to articulate anything before being interrupted by Tong Yuan.
Do you still consider me your master? No talking now; just listen.
Tong Yuan's tone was very firm. Because he was unsure how long he would have, he decided to make the most of every minute. Since Tong Yuan said so, Zhao Yun could only listen quietly. Tong Yuan nodded and spoke slowly: I have accepted several apprentices in my life, and the one I miss the most is you. Zhao Yun, you are extremely talented in martial arts. Although you are still young, the master firmly believes that you will be able to surpass all of us. But the world is complicated and there is a lack of mentors. Even if you have the best Martial Arts, you have no way to use them to serve the country. Although the master did not achieve much fame and success in his life, he did make some close friends, such as Changshan County Governor Liu Gao Liu Gao is one of them. If you want to serve your country after I pass away, you can go to him. For my sake, he will value you. I have a family in Jingzhou Xiangyang and I had originally planned to reunite with them after waiting for you, but now it seems that there is no such opportunity. I hope you can send Ashes back home for me. There is some savings under the bed, which can be used as your travel expenses. Now let me go alone in peace. After saying this, Tong Yuan closed his eyes, as if quietly waiting for the end of his life. Yes, no matter how long I waited, death never came. Tong Yuan opened his eyes again and found Zhao Yun staring at him with a complicated smile. Me you? Zhao Yun hurriedly explained: Master, your illness has been cured by a god. Tong Yuan Confused: God?
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