Seeing Gu Zhaobei say this, the deputy commander Huo's expression changed. He seemed to want to lash out and curse, but likely remembering his son's life was in Gu Zhaobei's hands, he immediately said:
"It's fine. As long as Doctor Gu gives it his all, I won't blame you for whatever happens to my son."
Though he said this, Gu Zhaobei sensed a subtle shift in his tone, a hint of a threat.
Indeed, these powerful families were not easy to deal with. When they needed you, you were a treasure; when they didn't, you were just a disposable piece of trash.
Gu Zhaobei sighed inwardly. Sharing a den with wolves, one could never let their guard down. How many wealthy families were truly kind-hearted?
Those who were too kind could never accumulate wealth in such chaotic times.
Fortunately, he still had his daughter's life-saving medicine, the Daliwan.
At this moment, Young Master Huo's skin was slowly turning black, a sign of worsening frostbite, Gu Zhaobei knew.
The servant cried out in panic:
"Sir, the young master has a fever, he's burning up!"
Deputy Commander Huo rushed forward and touched his son's forehead. It was indeed terrifyingly hot. He cried out in alarm:
"Doctor Gu, please, save my son!"
Gu Zhaobei saw the condition of Young Master Huo's body and knew that the last flicker of hope was antibiotics. However, even with antibiotics, they could only prevent the wound from worsening. The existing damage was already irreversible and potentially fatal.
Gu Zhaobei forced himself to remain calm and said:
"Lord Huo, please remain calm."
After speaking, Gu Zhaobei went through the motions of examining Young Master Huo's pulse and the like.
Though he was a surgeon, in this era, he had to pose as a traditional Chinese physician!
Next, he wrote out a prescription for a cooling herbal medicine and sent a servant to quickly decoct it.
Shortly after, Young Master Huo, due to his high fever, began to delirious, rambling incoherently. A chilling smile even appeared on his face, and he murmured:
"It's so warm, give me more fire!"
It seemed he had entered a hallucination. From his words, he believed he was surrounded by a warm fire.
Judging from his reaction to the freezing cold earlier, this was a state of dying.
Seeing how severely Young Master Huo was ill, Gu Zhaobei felt uncertain for a moment. He took out the Daliwan, measured about a third of it, and dissolved it in warm water.
Just then, the servant returned with the decocted fever-reducing medicine.
Gu Zhaobei instructed two servants to help prop up Young Master Huo so he could administer the medicine.
Young Master Huo, as if experiencing a surge of strength before death, became incredibly powerful. He suddenly felt as though someone was trying to control him, as if a treasure was being snatched away in his hallucination. He became agitated and furious, struggling violently against the servants.
During the struggle, the frostbitten flesh on Young Master Huo's body began to fall off piece by piece, revealing raw, red flesh.
Young Master Huo, his body a bloody mess, no longer bore any resemblance to his handsome and dashing self. He was a blood-soaked figure, a sight that would surely haunt one's nightmares.
"Doctor Gu, please, quickly save my son!"
Deputy Commander Huo's tone softened, becoming almost pleading.
Gu Zhaobei, however, calmed down. After all, his son's life or death now rested on this one gamble.
If Young Master Huo couldn't be saved, and Deputy Commander Huo became too aggressive, he would rely on his own strength to break out of the camp, then flee elsewhere with his wife and children, abandoning this place.
With this thought, as the saying goes, a desperate situation could lead to a breakthrough. Gu Zhaobei's narrow, phoenix-like eyes swept over Deputy Commander Huo, his gaze conveying an unspoken authority that sent a chill down Deputy Commander Huo's spine. He was actually intimidated by Gu Zhaobei.
At this moment, with his composure restored, Gu Zhaobei truly exuded the aura of a master physician from the mystical realms.
He ordered the servants to prop up Young Master Huo, disregarding whether the tearing flesh would cause further injury. Then, unnoticed, he mixed the dissolved Daliwan into the herbal medicine and proceeded to feed it to Young Master Huo, spoonful by spoonful.
Perhaps it was the miraculous effects of the Daliwan, but after only two sips, Young Master Huo began to quiet down. His mouth even made smacking sounds, as if searching for the source of the liquid.
Gu Zhaobei seized this opportunity and poured the remaining half bowl of medicine into Young Master Huo's mouth.
The servants watching were astonished as Young Master Huo transitioned from agitation to calmness. They thought to themselves, "Indeed, a divine doctor. One move and you know the skill."
Young Master Huo lay on the bed, no longer frantic.
"Sir, the young master's temperature is dropping, his temperature is coming down."
A servant felt Young Master Huo's forehead, exclaiming with surprise.
"This is miraculous?"
Deputy Commander Huo quickly touched his son's forehead. Indeed, it was no longer burning hot.
In their eyes, a dropping fever was the first sign of recovery.
Seeing his son's temperature rapidly decrease, Deputy Commander Huo breathed a sigh of relief. He then humbly addressed Gu Zhaobei again:
"Doctor Gu, please save my son completely!"
"No problem. The medicine will cure the illness. It's all on me."
Gu Zhaobei hadn't expected the Daliwan to be so effective. Ah, it truly was a universal panacea for navigating the martial world, living up to its name. His confidence soared.
"Thank you, Doctor Gu."
Seeing that Gu Zhaobei could cure his son, Deputy Commander Huo resumed his extremely polite demeanor and treated him with respect.
"Young Master Huo has calmed down. Please help me remove all his clothing, leaving only his undergarments. I need to apply medicine to his entire body to nourish the skin and prevent further deterioration."
Gu Zhaobei instructed.
The Daliwan was a secret. He was certain of its efficacy, so he couldn't let them witness the moment of miracle. With a few words, he sent everyone away.
The room was heated by charcoal, maintaining a constant temperature. Everyone had witnessed Gu Zhaobei bring Young Master Huo's condition under control, so they naturally obeyed.
After everyone had left, Gu Zhaobei crushed another half portion of the Daliwan, dissolved it in water, fed it to Young Master Huo, and then applied some ordinary wound healing and anti-inflammatory medicine to his body.
Young Master Huo's body was still a bloody mess and looked horrific. However, to Gu Zhaobei's surprise, after being given the remaining Daliwan, the wounds on his body began to visibly improve.
Gu Zhaobei was astonished. Was it really this miraculous?
But the more miraculous it was, the less others should see.
He quickly set up a bamboo frame by the bedside and covered it with a quilt, to keep Young Master Huo's body warm.
The principle behind setting up the bamboo frame was the same as covering a patient with burns: the quilt should not directly touch the injured skin, but be supported by the frame to maintain a distance.
Young Master Huo's pain was greatly relieved. He fell into a deep sleep, healing in his dreams.
Gu Zhaobei touched his forehead. The temperature had returned to normal.
Gu Zhaobei busied himself in the room for a while before stepping out.