Chapter 25

The snow finally eased, and the wind died down. In the courtyard, a group of people stood as if oblivious to the cold, their eyes fixed on the front door of the house.

At this moment, their expressions were somewhat relaxed. Just as Jiang Xingchen was about to finish feeding the two snow pheasant legs to the girl, the Zhao family father and son finally arrived. Now, Zhao Zixiang, the renowned physician of Hongyuan City, was inside treating Meier.

At the front of the crowd, Mo Hongxian and Zhao Danqing stood side by side. Unlike the others who were relaxed, Zhao Danqing's expression was somewhat serious.

"Mo Hongxian, you'd better not get your hopes up too high. That little girl's illness is too severe; even my father might not be able to save her!" Zhao Danqing suddenly said.

"Uncle Xiang is known as the best physician in Hongyuan City. If he can't do it, no one can!" Mo Hongxian smiled faintly, showing no concern for Zhao Danqing's words.

Zhao Danqing pondered for a moment, ignoring Mo Hongxian's teasing, and changed the subject: "Did you really send two letters saying you could help us secure all the supplies for the Seventh Legion?"

Mo Hongxian smiled and said, "When have I ever broken my word? You can rest assured; once the little girl is cured, I'll keep my promise!"

Zhao Danqing's eyebrows shot up, and he asked urgently, "What method do you have to help us defeat Hengtong Trading Company? Is there some kind of formula?"

Mo Hongxian didn't speak. Suddenly, she raised her left hand, pointed two fingers together like a sword, and a gust of wind shot toward Zhao Danqing's forehead.

"Ah!" Zhao Danqing was startled and hurriedly stepped back to dodge, shouting angrily, "Mo Hongxian, what are you doing..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Danqing's expression changed from anger to shock. He opened his eyes wide and said, "Your left arm can actually exert force now?"

Earlier, when he came to collect the money, he had seen Mo Hongxian injured by the mutated snow pheasant. He hadn't paid much attention and had left quickly with the money. Now, thinking about it, such an injury, even for someone at the Inner Qi realm, would take at least three days to recover from, even with the best hemostatic and healing medicines. Yet, it had been less than a day.

Seeing Zhao Danqing's stunned expression, Mo Hongxian felt a great sense of satisfaction and a smug smile spread across her face.

"See? When I say I can help you, I can help you. Go back and stop the research on that new drug..." Mo Hongxian stepped forward, patted Zhao Danqing's shoulder, and the sound of the pat echoed, making the others behind her whistle in surprise.

"Big Sister Hongxian, what kind of secret formula could have such an effect!" Zhao Danqing didn't feel any pain; he was completely captivated by the method. Although he knew Mo Hongxian would eventually tell him, he was still eager and even smiled flatteringly, calling her "Big Sister Hongxian."

Mo Hongxian shivered at the sound of her name and felt goosebumps all over her body. She quickly rubbed her arm and thought to herself, "Is this the same Zhao Danqing who was so bold and wanted to compete with me for the top mercenary group in Hongyuan City... This Seventh Legion supply selection has really changed him!"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Hongxian's expression turned serious. She said solemnly, "This method will definitely help your Zhao family pharmaceuticals achieve their goal, but..."

Before she could finish, the door creaked open, and a weary-looking Zhao Zixiang stepped out, his steps unsteady.

"Father!" Zhao Danqing's shock was immense when he saw his father's condition. As a viscount and a Qi Condensation realm expert, his father had been exhausted by treating a patient.

"How is she?" He hurried forward and asked anxiously.

"I used the Thirty-Six Life-Saving Needles and managed to save her life! However, for a long time, this girl will need medicines containing Primordial Qi!" Zhao Zixiang said.

"Uncle Xiang! You mean..." Mo Hongxian frowned and asked softly.

"Her body has too many hidden injuries and is extremely weak. She will need long-term treatment with medicines containing Primordial Qi, or the hidden injuries will flare up again... Hongxian, this is the best I can do!" Zhao Zixiang sighed.

The courtyard fell silent. Medicines containing Primordial Qi cost thousands or even tens of thousands of yellow crystals. Long-term treatment would mean Meier would become a bottomless pit. Even if Jiang Xingchen could earn a substantial amount, it might not be enough to cover the costs.

After a moment of silence, Mo Hongxian said, "Thank you, Uncle Xiang, for your help. Let's go inside and talk about the Seventh Legion supply issue!"

"Alright!" Zhao Zixiang's spirit lifted, his back straightened, and his legs gained strength. He followed Mo Hongxian to another room.

A short while later, the father and son's exclamations echoed in the courtyard: "What, you can treat wounds like that... What are the requirements... Alright, we agree..."

In another room, Jiang Xingchen leaned against the bed, relieved that Meier was out of danger. He had been tense all night and now felt utterly drained.

However, his mood was much better. Although Zhao Zixiang had said that Meier would need medicines containing Primordial Qi, which would be very expensive, he wasn't worried. He had a way to earn money!

The Sensory Array's function had been confirmed. Besides being good at dodging, his dexterous hands could make simple items, such as sewing wounds. Now that the array had spread to his legs, his hands were even more nimble, and he could easily make money by creating simple items.

Looking at Meier, who was already asleep in bed, Jiang Xingchen pulled the blanket up around her. He couldn't help but think about the events of the night. Besides his anger, he had a newfound understanding of status. If he had enough status, power, and authority, those big pharmaceutical company doctors wouldn't dare to turn him away!

"Status, position, territory, wealth..." Jiang Xingchen narrowed his eyes. In the few days since he arrived in this world, he had only thought about changing his living conditions. Now, he had a clear direction and goal. With his broad knowledge far surpassing the current productivity level and the fog in his mind, he had the capability.

"Knock, knock!" A gentle knock on the door interrupted Jiang Xingchen's thoughts. Mo Hongxian and Wan Rou entered.

"Captain Mo, Miss Wan Rou..." Jiang Xingchen quickly stood up.

"If you thank us, you won't consider us friends!" Mo Hongxian waved her hand, interrupting him with a smile, then patted his shoulder hard: "Didn't you say earlier that this is what friends do for each other!"

Jiang Xingchen tried to dodge but didn't move, letting Mo Hongxian pat him twice, wincing in pain.

"Actually, we weren't just helping you tonight. The Zhao family pharmaceuticals are competing for the supply of hemostatic and healing medicines for the Seventh Legion. Only you can help them... That's why I could bring Zhao Danqing and his father here!" Mo Hongxian explained.

"I can help them..." Jiang Xingchen thought for a moment and immediately understood. Hemostatic and healing medicines must refer to wound sewing.

"Alright! They saved Meier, and I will help them. I'll teach them the method and the precautions step by step!" Jiang Xingchen said.

"It might be too late to teach them now. The Seventh Legion will be here in three days to inspect and evaluate!" Wan Rou said.

"But I have a tendency to faint at the sight of blood!" Wan Rou frowned.

"No problem, I can endure it. It's just a demonstration!" Jiang Xingchen said.

After a moment of thought, Mo Hongxian added, "There's another matter. Our two secret formulas have been targeted. What should we do..."

Hearing Mo Hongxian's words, Jiang Xingchen's expression darkened. He had known this day would come, but he hadn't expected it so soon.

However, when he learned that they would help him improve his noble status, the pressure he had just felt vanished. Noble status was what he needed most now. He had to reclaim his territory, not just for Meier, but for himself. On his own territory, he would have no constraints, something money couldn't buy.

At this moment, he also had a vague idea of how to contribute to the empire or a major lord!

"Our plan is to sell both secret formulas along with the method you used to make the Beggar's Snow Pheasant. After all, that method can be applied to all poultry!"

Jiang Xingchen thought for a moment and shook his head. "That's not a good idea. We can sell the two secret formulas first, and after some time, introduce the Beggar's Snow Pheasant method!"

In this world, the domestication of wild animals was not well-developed. Besides horses, pigs, and a type of animal similar to sheep, there were no chickens, ducks, geese, or dogs. He had almost let it slip earlier.

"Why? What's the benefit of delaying it?" Mo Hongxian asked, puzzled.

"Ha ha!" Jiang Xingchen smiled and said, "This way, Hongyuan City can maintain its leading position in cuisine. If others want to eat fresh food, they will have to come here..."

"What if the nobles from other major territories buy it?"

"Then we'll sell it to them! I'll come up with new dishes... If they want to be our supporting cast, let them be. This will highlight Hongyuan City's advantages... Also, this won't make me too conspicuous! In the future, we can directly promote it to Fuyongzhai and Cuilou."

These words made Mo Hongxian and Wan Rou's eyes light up. They could almost imagine the Northern Pacification Marquis laughing heartily at this idea.

Looking at Jiang Xingchen, they saw that although his eyes were still bloodshot, he exuded a strong sense of confidence. Compared to before, his spirit seemed to have risen significantly.

"Good! We'll do it your way..." Mo Hongxian laughed and patted Jiang Xingchen's shoulder again. "Kid, I find you more and more interesting!"

After several incidents, they had realized that Jiang Xingchen definitely had more secret formulas. But for him to speak so openly in front of them was not easy. If he didn't truly consider them trustworthy friends, no one would do that.

Therefore, not only was Mo Hongxian very happy, but even Wan Rou, unexpectedly, patted Jiang Xingchen's head. "Little brother, well said, I like it!"

Jiang Xingchen's face turned black, remembering that he was a sixteen-year-old boy. However, the title "little brother" was a bit awkward... And Mo Hongxian's murderous gaze made his back chill, confirming his suspicion that there was something wrong with these two.

"Cough!" Dodging Wan Rou's hand, Jiang Xingchen cleared his throat and asked seriously, "If I want to reclaim my territory, is it possible?"

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**End of Chapter**