Tang Dynasty: The pot is tied to the duck nest, the little rhinoceros is here!

"If you drink alcohol, you're guaranteed to die. Even if the King of Hell doesn't come, you'll still die. I, Jiang Fan, am saying that cephalosporin with alcohol will kill you instantly."

This is no joke. If you want Old Master Qin dead,

"You could just let him drink a couple of sips; those two sips would be enough to kill him."

Upon hearing this, Lady Jia shook her head repeatedly: "I will heed your teachings, young master. I will certainly instruct Uncle Bao to abstain from alcohol for a year!"

"A year? It's not quite that long, but you must wait at least seven days after stopping the medication before you can drink alcohol. Understood?"

"Okay, we've got it. Thank you for reminding us, young man!"

Li Shimin, who was behind him, nodded inwardly and memorized the term "cephalosporin."

Remember this well: never drink alcohol while taking cephalosporin supplements again. Drinking alcohol will definitely kill you, and you'll die even faster than if you took some kind of magic pill.

After treating the wound, Jiang Fanhe took out a forehead thermometer to measure Qin Qiong's temperature, which was 40 degrees Celsius.

Such a temperature shocked Jiang Fan, who couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap, a fever of forty degrees Celsius?!"

Li Shimin asked, "Forty degrees...is that very high?"

"Grandpa, don't disturb the baby," Little Sizi reminded him in his childish voice.

"Well……"

Jiang Fan didn't explain, but luckily he had prepared fever reducers and immediately fed them to Qin Qiong.

"We've already applied medicine to your grandfather and cleaned the wound. He should be fine now."

If he hasn't woken up in an hour, come find me, and I'll take him to the hospital!

Although he didn't know what a hospital was, upon hearing this, Qin Huaidao respectfully bowed to Jiang Fan:

Many thanks to the young master for saving my life. I, Qin Huaidao, have no way to repay this debt.

"If there is ever any demolition or relocation for the young master in the future, I, Qin Huaidao, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Jiang Fan waved his hand and said, "Brother Huaidao, you flatter me."

"It was nothing more than a small favor; it was mainly thanks to Sizi, right, Sizi?"

"Mmm, mmm, it's mainly thanks to my little one, it was me who took Guoguo to buy medicine, it was me..."

"Thank you so much, Princess Jinyang, for saving my life!" Qin Huaidao hurriedly bowed to Xiao Sizi in gratitude.

Little Sizi was incredibly satisfied, finally experiencing the pride and sense of accomplishment that comes with saving a life, a feeling that surpasses building a seven-story pagoda.

Although I wasn't a great help, I was still a participant and felt honored to be a part of it.

Just as Jiang Fan was about to leave, Qin Qiong, who was lying on the bed, slowly woke up.

Watching Jiang Fanhe's departing figure, she weakly called out, "Young master, please wait!"

"(⊙o⊙) Hmm? General Qin is awake? So quickly?"

Jiang Fanhe, who was about to leave, quickly turned around and returned to General Qin's side.

At the same time, he took out a thermometer and measured Qin Qiong's temperature on his forehead, finding that it had dropped to 38 degrees Celsius.

It seems the fever-reducing medicine for the legs was working, and more importantly, the antibiotics were effective for the ancients who were using this type of medicine for the first time.

There is no such thing as drug resistance; the medicine is absolutely effective and can cure any disease. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a miracle drug for them.

"The fever has started to subside, that's a good sign. Huai Dao, bring me the cephalosporin I just gave you."

"Okay, I'll get the medicine right away..."

After speaking, Qin Huaidao took the cephalosporin oral medication that Jiang Fan had given him.

He took one out and handed it to Qin Qiong:

"Grandpa, drink your medicine quickly! This is a miracle medicine that the young master got for you!"

Qin Qiong glanced at it, and without the slightest hesitation, took the medicine and popped it into his mouth: "Crunch crunch..."

Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Fan felt a bitter taste rise in his mouth.

I never expected Qin Qiong to be so fierce. He truly deserves to be called a tough guy. He drank medicine... just chewing it dry and swallowing it. You have to admire him.

Little Sizi stared blankly, finally unable to resist asking, "Uncle Qin, isn't the medicine...bitter?"

Qin Qiong shook his head: "It's bitter, very bitter, but Uncle knows that good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease..."

Jiang Fan: "Uh... General Qin, this medicine isn't taken like that. It's meant to be swallowed with water, not chewed..."

Qin Qiong: "..." Why didn't you say so sooner, young man?

Instantly, Qin Qiong felt the bitter taste of the medicine in his mouth become even more intense.

It was so bad that I wanted to cry, and I even saw that I was too naive.

However, before leaving, Jiang Fan left Qin Qiong gauze and topical medication.

He then instructed Qin Huaidao on the precautions to take when changing the dressing before leaving with peace of mind.

After Jiang Fan and Li Shimin left, Qin Qiong opened his mouth wide and hissed:

"Hurry up and bring Grandpa some water! Are you trying to make him suffer like this?"

Qin Huai said, "..."

……

On the way back, Li Shimin asked Jiang Fan:

"Jiang Fan, do you still have that miracle drug? My uncle wants some too..."

"Hmm? What are you thinking about? Want to end up like Qin Qiong, taking medicine?"

"That's a thought we have. This kind of miraculous medicine can bring people back to life. If my uncle used it, wouldn't he live a long and healthy life?"

After hearing Li Shimin's logic, Jiang Fan almost laughed until tears streamed down his face.

Without turning her head, she asked, "Uncle, do you think this medicine is some kind of magic pill?"

Promoting longevity? This is Western medicine, a fever reducer, a cephalosporin, an antibiotic—medication prescribed to treat the symptoms.

That's a life-saving miracle drug, but for you, it won't work at all; it might even kill you. Do you really want to try it?

"What?! Oh my god?! How could this happen?! Isn't this a miracle drug?!"

"It's a miracle drug, but it's only for people who are sick and for whom it's the right treatment."

Upon hearing this explanation, the flame of immortality ignited in Li Shimin's heart.

Jiang Fan extinguished it with a single pee, which even produced puffs of smoke.

Little Sizi said in a childish voice, "Grandpa, how about... you wash up quickly like Uncle Qin, and let the potty give you some medicine?"

Li Shimin quickly waved his hand: "There's no need for that. Your father isn't that foolish."

Although immortality is hopeless, Grandpa doesn't want to die young!

Jiang Fan chuckled twice and said, "It seems my uncle-in-law has some self-awareness now."

Excellent, commendable! You're in your prime right now.

Why worry about things a hundred years from now and add to your troubles?

Besides, with my current financial resources, I can afford to stay in top-tier hospitals both domestically and internationally.

While it may not grant you immortality, it can at least ensure your good health and protect you from illness!

Li Shimin nodded slightly, feeling that Jiang Fan's words made a lot of sense, and he couldn't find any reason or excuse to refute them.

With Jiang Fan around, I can be protected from the torment of illness.

Isn't this more real than pursuing that illusory and unrealistic path to immortality?