As expected of his master, he sincerely admired him.

After Nangong Chiyu left, Su Luo practically didn't sleep or rest. Sometimes, when she couldn't take it anymore, she would just doze off in her spatial dimension.

It seems like she never goes out at night, but she's always in her space, where she's seamlessly planting dry rice.

Nanning had just paid its grain tax, but due to internal and external troubles, it had already been distributed.

Su Luo replanted the dry rice in the space. While waiting, she experimented several times with the herbs she brought back from Ji'an Hall, eventually brewing a plaster that could stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration.

It contains herbs such as dragon's blood, Panax notoginseng, and Bletilla striata.

She brewed it three times, making improvements each time, and even used herself as a test subject. It wasn't until the third brewing that it was finally successful.

However, when she looked outside again, it was almost dawn, so Su Luo could only sleep for a while in the space.

She didn't know if the landmines and the method for making them that she gave to Nangong Chiyu last time would be of any use to them.

The weapons in her space are all sorts of things, too varied. She wrote to Nangong Chiyu, but he didn't reply. She really doesn't know how he's doing.

Ye Beihan is a wolf in sheep's clothing; she shouldn't have saved him in the first place.

The next day, Su Luo gave the tested plaster to Du Siyuan.

Usually, when Su Luo brings the prescription, they test all the medicines they make again. But seeing the bandaged wound on Su Luo's wrist, Du Siyuan knew that his grandmaster had tested it on himself.

"Grandmaster, you...you used yourself to test the medicine?"

They have paid high salaries to hire people to participate in drug trials. These people are either wounded or seriously ill and have no money to treat their illnesses. They are willing to come and test their drugs on them.

Some people try out different medications, and sometimes they get cured of their illnesses. They get money and are cured at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

If a participant's condition is serious, Ji'an Hall will provide free treatment, which is why they have a lot of participants.

Moreover, Su Luo has important things to do, so there's really no need for her to test the medicine on herself.

"It's too late. The sooner we finish making it and send it to Beichuan City, the more people we can save."

Su Luo was sleep-deprived, and her lips and face were pale. She handed the written prescription directly to Du Siyuan.

"It's our grandmaster!"

Du Siyuan instructed the manager of Ji'an Hall to immediately prepare the medicinal materials needed for the prescription, and then helped Su Luo into his office.

"Grandmaster, please sit down..."

He poured a cup of tea for Su Luo, picked up the medicine box, and squatted down in front of her.

“Grandmaster, the saying ‘a doctor cannot heal himself’ perfectly describes you. Look at this wound you bandaged so carelessly. It would be strange if it didn’t get infected.”

As he spoke, he unwrapped the bandage on Su Luo's arm. Inside, Su Luo had applied the latest ointment, but since she had been in the space for a long time, it was time to change the dressing.

When Du Siyuan removed the medicine, he saw the scar on Su Luo's arm. There was no bleeding or pus.

The wound didn't look like it was inflicted at night; it looked like it had been treated and was taking a day and a half to heal.

This is all thanks to the tissue-regenerating effect of that plaster. It's easy to make a plaster that only stops bleeding, but to make it regenerate tissue so quickly is something that not everyone can do.

"Grandmaster, is this the effect of the plaster?"

Seeing his surprised expression, Su Luo took a sip of tea and said, "They are all precious herbs. If they didn't have this effect, wouldn't it be a waste of the essence of heaven and earth that they absorb day and night?"

Blood-blood medicine isn't cheap, so Du Siyuan awkwardly applied the medicine to Su Luo and then re-bandaged her wound.

“Grandmaster, the medicinal materials used in this batch of plasters are almost all expensive, and the imperial court's funds are also limited, just enough for us to purchase the medicinal materials and produce the plasters.”

"But this ointment is for Prince Yu and the Red Feather Army. Even if we don't earn a single penny, I, Du Siyuan, am willing to take this order from the imperial court."

After the plaster experiment was completed, Su Luo also calculated the cost. The plaster was very effective, but they couldn't earn a single penny.

If things go wrong, they might even lose some money on this batch of plasters. Su Luo had originally thought that she would bear Du Siyuan's losses, but it seems that's no longer necessary.

"Siyuan, I thank you on behalf of Prince Yu."

"Sigh... This is something every citizen of Nanning should do. If we're going to say thank you, it's our Du family who should thank you, our grandmaster."

The medical skills you taught my father and me are the most precious treasures in the world, and the medicinal materials produced by Ji'an Hall have benefited countless people.

Our Du family's reputation resounds throughout Nanning thanks to our grandmaster. With both fame and fortune, what more could we ask for?

In Du Siyuan's heart, he felt only gratitude towards Su Luo. Su Luo's help to the Du family would be recorded in the family genealogy in the future.

We must ensure that future generations of the Du family know who has given them this honor.

“None of that matters, Siyuan. There’s something else I want to discuss with you,”

"Grandmaster, please speak!"

Su Luo hadn't received a reply from Nangong Chiyu after so long, and she was very worried.

"I think that while we are making a lot of plasters recently, we should also make more anti-inflammatory medicine. I will pay for the cost of the anti-inflammatory medicine and send more to the military camps."

Beichuan City was already quite cold in September, but people who had been injured were still prone to inflammation. Her space was full of gold and silver jewelry, and now it was time to put their value to use.

After re-bandaging Su Luo's wounds, Du Siyuan sat down with her.

"Good! We still need the Shen Family Chamber of Commerce to find these medicinal herbs, otherwise we can't find such a large quantity of herbs on our own."

"That's natural."

After returning home, Su Luo diligently managed her businesses, and whether it was a restaurant, a pharmaceutical factory, or a soy sauce factory, they all thrived every day.

But what worries her most is that it's only September now, and Nanning has hardly seen any rain in the past two months, already showing signs of drought.

The second crop of rice has been cultivated, but without rain, the seedlings won't survive. If it doesn't rain in a few days, the planting time for today's second crop of rice will be missed.

Even Steward Shi wrote to Su Luo saying that it wasn't raining at home, but they were alright because both of their estates were near the river, and they could still get through this year's second crop of rice with the river water.

But if it continues to be dry and the river dries up, they can't guarantee that the second crop of rice will survive until the harvest.

Walking down the street, watching the people still selling their goods as usual, chatting and laughing, Su Luo felt both gratified and inexplicably sad.

So many people can walk safely on the streets, families holding hands, all thanks to Nangong Chiyu and his soldiers who risked their lives.

Moreover, they are carefree and unafraid of the anxiety that great calamity is about to befall them.

"very nice!"

Su Luo muttered to herself, "It's so good to live a simpler life."

The war has not yet affected the lives of ordinary people. On the streets, the most talked-about topic is the selection of the crown prince of Nanning.