Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Seeing the seriousness in his voice, Hua Suwen's eyes lit up, and she immediately grabbed Xie Xiaoyi's arm.

"Junior brother! You really have a way? What exactly is it?"

"It's a folk remedy from my hometown; I don't know if it will work, but I'll give it a try!"

Hua Lingshu remained silent after hearing this, thinking to himself:

"This venereal disease has been difficult to cure since ancient times. Even if Master were alive, he might not be able to cure it completely. How could Junior Brother possibly have a feasible method?"

Xie Xiaoyi didn't say much, but clasped his hands in a salute: "I need to go down the mountain for a while. Senior brothers and sisters, please take care of the people for me. I'll be right back."

Having said that, he gripped the wooden sword, turned, and walked out of the house.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the wooden sword into the air, then lightly touched the ground with his toes, steadily stepping onto the sword and soaring into the sky.

Hua Suwen and Hua Lingshu saw him off to the outside, looking up at the figure that rode the wind away, their eyes filled with shock.

Hua Suwen stared blankly into thought: "I never imagined that my junior brother could fly on a sword, just like Senior Cui Juqing did more than a year ago."

Hua Lingchu smiled slightly, "Junior brother is indeed more suited to learning swordsmanship."

......

A moment later, a slight breeze could be heard outside the courtyard.

Xie Xiaoyi lightly touched the ground with his toes, sheathed his sword, and walked in quickly, carrying a bag of fresh, plump oranges.

Hua Suwen immediately noticed what he was holding and quickly stepped forward, her eyes full of doubt: "Junior brother, what are you buying this for?"

Xie Xiaoyi looked up at her and smiled faintly: "This is my way of saving Sister Mu."

Hua Lingshu, standing to the side, also frowned, took two steps forward, and his gaze fell on the bag of oranges. His confusion deepened, and he thought to himself:

"I have thoroughly consulted 'Herbal Remedies,' and found that orange pulp is only used to quench thirst, stimulate appetite, regulate qi, moisten the lungs, and resolve phlegm, treating chest tightness, nausea, and vomiting."

"Thirst and other common ailments have absolutely nothing to do with venomous poisons like syphilis, which penetrate deep into the bones. My junior brother actually claims this is a treatment? It's utterly absurd!"

He frowned, his tone grave: "Treating and saving lives is no small matter. How could a few oranges possibly cure Miss Mu's stubborn ailment?"

Xie Xiaoyi didn't explain further, only saying softly, "Don't worry, senior brothers and sisters, I know what I'm doing."

Over the next few days, I will be refining something. In the meantime, I'll trouble you all to continue looking after Sister Mu.

Having said that, he picked up the oranges and headed straight for the innermost quiet room in the medicine hut, ready to begin his incomprehensible method of healing.

Hua Lingshu and Hua Suwen looked at each other, both with expressions of disbelief.

Junior brother?

Is this just a desperate attempt to find a cure?

Xie Xiaoyi walked into the quiet room carrying oranges. As he looked at the oranges in his hand, the knowledge he had gained from his school days before he transmigrated instantly flooded his mind.

Before modern times, syphilis raged in Europe for hundreds of years, from the Renaissance to the Industrial Age, and for thousands of years it was an incurable disease.

It wasn't until penicillin was discovered and put into use that a truly effective cure for syphilis was available, and even in the middle and late stages of the disease, patients could still be saved.

Mu Pingting's symptoms are at most a stage one complication, and should be curable with penicillin.

However, in this parallel ancient era, there were no petri dishes, no sterile environment, no purification equipment, let alone testing and analysis.

Besides, even if I had it, I wouldn't know how to use it.

He tried to search his memory, and vaguely remembered that it had been mentioned in his biology textbook when he was in school—

Penicillium is easy to culture, but the difficulty lies in how to separate it from other bacteria.

It is indeed a difficult problem.

Xie Xiaoyi pondered for a long time, his mood as heavy as the despair described in Liu Zongyuan's "River Snow," and unconsciously recited it aloud:

"Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, and human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths. An old man in a straw hat and raincoat sits alone in a small boat, fishing in the cold river snow."

The moment the last word "snow" was uttered, a sudden thought exploded in his mind—"cold"!

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Yup!

Penicillium mold is not afraid of cold, but it is very afraid of heat.

If the temperature is too high, the bacteria will die, the medicine will be ineffective, and everything will be ruined.

Unlike other bacteria, most of them are more afraid of cold and cannot survive if they get even slightly cold.

That's it!

He glanced around the quiet room and found a few clean ceramic jars that were commonly kept in medical clinics.

Without further hesitation, he took a few earthenware jars, activated the Azure Dragon Water Absorption technique, and slowly swept the inside of the jars, drawing out all the fine dust and impurities.

Next, peel the orange peel, break it into small pieces and spread them evenly at the bottom of the jar. Then, take a little clean water and gently sprinkle it on the orange peel, just enough to keep it moist.

After doing all this, he carried each of the earthenware jars to a cool, well-ventilated corner of the quiet room, away from strong light.

He understood that as long as this environment was maintained, Penicillium mold would naturally grow on the orange peel in a few days.

As for how to isolate the contaminating bacteria and purify the solution afterwards...

Xie Xiaoyi looked at the pottery jars and had already made up his mind.

A slender figure stood quietly in the doorway of the meditation room, her gaze fixed on him and the pottery jars, and spoke softly:

"Junior brother... what's the point of all this?"

It was Hua Suwen.

She had somehow appeared outside and was watching him.

Xie Xiaoyi's heart stirred. He turned around and walked towards her step by step, subconsciously raising his hand as if to embrace her.

He stretched his hand halfway through the air, then suddenly stopped—

It's been almost a year since we last met. Would it be too abrupt to do this?

But he didn't expect that the next second,

Hua Suwen took the initiative to step forward, stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck, and gently buried her head in the crook of his neck.

Xie Xiaoyi looked down at her, his voice slightly hoarse: "Senior Sister..."

Hua Suwen looked up at him, her eyes glistening with a slight moisture, and whispered, "Junior brother, I missed you. What about you? Have you forgotten me?"

"Of course not. I've been thinking about Sister Mu's treatment since I got back. It's my fault for neglecting you."

"I don't blame you. I know everything. I've always believed in you because you wanted to cure Sister Mu's illness."

Xie Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and he could no longer suppress his surging emotions. He reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Hua Suwen did not struggle at all, but simply leaned against his chest obediently, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

"While you were gone, I've been waiting for you to come back!"

"Senior sister, I..."

"Huh!"

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

"You seem to have gotten stronger! Why do you feel different when I hug you compared to before?"

"Uh...it's probably from practicing martial arts! My muscles have gotten a bit bigger all over!"

Recalling the scene of him "ravaging" her back at the Qinghe Town Inn, Hua Suwen pouted, "Then you'll bully me even more in the future."

Xie Xiaoyi tightened his grip on her arm: "Senior sister, in this life, I will never bully you, nor will I let anyone else bully you."

Hua Suwen nodded gently in his arms: "I believe you! Junior Brother is now a sword immortal who can fly on a sword, who can bully me now?"

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled: "I'm still far from becoming a sword immortal. I'm currently at the Starry Sky Profound Realm, two realms away from becoming an Earth Immortal Seeking the Dao."

"I don't understand those realms, but in my heart, my junior brother is the strongest."

"Alright, for the sake of my senior sister's words, I must become the strongest sword immortal."