Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The task of sheltering refugees was complex, and Huang Yiming personally oversaw the arrangements, assigning accommodations, setting up soup kitchens, and organizing able-bodied men, keeping him extremely busy. Yang Xiu stayed by his side throughout, helping to distribute dry rations and care for the elderly and weak. Even when she was drenched in sweat from exhaustion, she never complained, only wanting to share Huang Yiming's burden.

However, after days of travel and exhaustion, coupled with the fright and cold he had suffered at Black Wind Ridge, Yang Xiu's body finally gave out. That evening, as Yang Xiu was handing a bowl of porridge to an old man, his body suddenly went limp, his vision went black, and he nearly fell to the ground, shattering the bowl in his hand.

"Xiuer!" Huang Yiming reacted quickly and rushed forward to support her, his hands finding her burning hot. Yang Xiu's face was flushed, her lips were chapped, her eyes were closed, and her whole body was burning up. She leaned weakly against Huang Yiming's chest, breathing rapidly, and had already fainted.

"Young Master... I'm alright..." Yang Xiu murmured weakly, her voice barely audible, a sound that tugged at the heartstrings. Huang Yiming's heart tightened. He carried Yang Xiu back to the west courtyard, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with the blankets. Seeing this, Qin Hu immediately ran to fetch the best doctor in the fortress. In a short while, the white-haired old doctor arrived hurriedly with his medicine chest.

The old doctor sat by the bedside, carefully taking Yang Xiu's pulse and examining her tongue. He then scrutinized her flushed cheeks, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. He shook his head and sighed repeatedly, "Young Master Huang, this young lady has fallen ill from overwork and has also caught a cold. She has a persistent high fever and a weak pulse. I will prescribe some herbal medicine; whether she can pull through depends on her fate."

After saying this, the old doctor picked up his pen and wrote down a prescription, then sent his apprentice to fetch the medicine. Not long after, a bowl of dark, bitter-smelling herbal soup was served, and Huang Yiming carefully fed it to Yang Xiu. However, as the entire night passed, Yang Xiu's high fever not only failed to subside but worsened. Her face was flushed red, she occasionally babbled incoherently, and her body convulsed.

Huang Yiming stayed by the bedside, sleepless all night, his eyes filled with anxiety and heartache. Seeing Yang Xiu's suffering, he could no longer restrain himself—herbal medicine in this fantasy world was backward, and even a common cold could be fatal. He couldn't just stand by and watch Yang Xiu get hurt.

With a thought, Huang Yiming took out ibuprofen sustained-release capsules, compound cold medicine, and a glass of warm water from his storage space. These were the medicines he always carried with him when he transmigrated, and he never expected them to come in handy now. The old doctor looked at the small white pills in Huang Yiming's hand with a face full of doubt and couldn't help but remind him, "Young Master Huang, what... what are these? You can't just use medicine randomly!"

"This is a secret medicine made by my sect, specially for treating colds and high fevers," Huang Yiming explained casually without elaborating further. He carefully helped Yang Xiu up, fed her the pill, and then gave her water to swallow it.

The old doctor looked incredulous, shook his head and sighed, assuming Huang Yiming was just grasping at straws in desperation—how could such a small white pill be more effective than herbal medicine? He stood by, ready to provide assistance at any moment.

But a miracle happened just half an hour later.

Yang Xiu's previously burning forehead gradually cooled down, her face returned to normal from its flushed state, and her breathing became steady and smooth, no longer rapid and convulsing. After another half hour, Yang Xiu slowly opened her eyes. Although still weak, she was awake, and her eyes regained their sparkle.

"Young Master... I'm much better..." Yang Xiu looked at Huang Yiming, who was standing by the bedside with bloodshot eyes, her eyes reddening with guilt. "I'm sorry, Young Master, I've been a burden to you."

"Silly girl, don't talk nonsense, get some rest." Huang Yiming's heart finally settled down, a long-lost smile appeared on his lips, and he held her hand tightly, feeling a surge of warmth.

The old doctor standing nearby was completely dumbfounded. His eyes widened as he leaned closer to the bedside, repeatedly examining Yang Xiu's condition. He then reached out and touched her forehead, muttering to himself in shock, "This...how is this possible? In just one hour, her high fever has completely subsided, and her complexion has improved. This isn't just a pill; it's clearly a miracle cure!"

He grabbed Huang Yiming's hand, his eyes burning with excitement, and his voice trembling with emotion: "Young Master Huang, what is the recipe for this elixir? I have practiced medicine all my life and have never seen such a miraculous medicine. Please tell me, so that I may broaden my horizons!" The old doctor was so excited that he trembled all over. He even took out his medicine box and rummaged through his treasured herbs to give to Huang Yiming as a gift for becoming his apprentice. He kept muttering "Please enlighten me, Immortal Master" and "I am willing to serve you like a slave." He had completely lost his usual composure as a doctor and was just like a playful old man chasing after a star.

Huang Yiming withdrew his hand without showing any emotion and said with a faint smile, "It's a secret medicine of our sect, and it's not convenient to pass it on to outsiders." Although the old doctor was disappointed, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. His gaze towards Huang Yiming turned into complete awe, and he exclaimed that he was a god descended to earth.

The news quickly spread throughout Qin Family Fortress. When everyone learned that Huang Yiming had saved Yang Xiu with a "miracle pill," they held him in even greater awe. Upon hearing this, Qin Cang's desire for a marriage alliance grew stronger. He felt that only his daughter, Qin Yuling, was worthy of such an extraordinary person as Huang Yiming.