Speaking of Sato, Song Shutian had to tell Jiang Qiao what happened after she left.

"That old Japanese devil almost got away. Luckily, we found him in time, otherwise, I don't know how I would have explained myself."

Jiang Qiao asked in surprise, "He escaped? Where did he escape from? Where did you lock him up in the first place? Did you get any help from outside?"

Song Shutian frowned and continued to explain, "I sent this person back to prison, but I put him in the basement. You know that place. I don't know what happened, but he somehow knew about the underground pipe network and escaped through the basement sewer. Luckily, I came over that day and caught up with him. He didn't get far; he was blocked at the sewer near the prison gate."

Jiang Qiao scoffed, "You're really bold, sending it back again. Aren't you afraid something might happen?"

It's not surprising that he knew. He had connections with the outside world back then. Besides, this basement was built by their own people. Maybe he was even involved. And that laboratory, maybe he was the one who set it up.

That place is really unsafe; you should find another place.

Actually, just feeding him like this, without him making any use of his resources, is a bit of a waste of food.

Song Shutian smiled and said, "Don't worry, we've already considered that. Those people are looking for the whereabouts of the jade tablet, but actually, they probably just want to prepare for the old devil's return."

Unfortunately, it didn't work out. I guess the next step will be to find a way to do it covertly.

Regarding Song Shutian's work, Jiang Qiao would at most ask questions out of concern and offer some advice, but she wouldn't express any other opinions.

When the two drove back, it was getting late, so they quickly went inside to call someone to help peel the skin.

Jiang Qiao didn't need the hide, but Song Shutian didn't know how to process it. In the end, the hide was given to the head chef in the kitchen, who knew how to tan hides, so it was a perfect gift for him.

The prey that Jiang Qiao and his group brought back, in particular, excited everyone in the cafeteria.

"We'll give all the wounded and medical staff an extra meal tonight. You all shouldn't be shy, eat as much as you like. Save the rest to make meat soup for the wounded over the next couple of days."

Song Shutian was a generous man. Since he had brought it back, he decided to improve everyone's lives, even though meat was a rare commodity in the military hospital.

After Jiang Qiao helped to start stewing the cordyceps chicken soup, she went to eat first.

Upon seeing Lei Jiao, he specifically mentioned the move-out to her, saying, "I've already given your share to the head chef. You can ask him for it later, and he'll help you with it. Lei Jiao, if you need anything, you can contact me during the day. I'll go to the guesthouse tonight."

Lei Jiao nodded. "Yes, it will be more convenient to go to the guesthouse. Please take care of yourself."

After Jiang Qiao finished giving Song Shukun acupuncture, she left with Song Shutian. Since his wife had arrived, there was nothing more for her to do. As for how to take care of her, that wasn't her concern.

On the way, Song Shutian asked, "Jiang Qiao, do you think those people might have found both of the two brothers' medical books?"

Jiang Qiao shook her head. "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. Back then, they all went into hiding, and so many generations have passed. It wouldn't be so easy to find them. I think this guess is unlikely."

They must have amassed quite a collection of books like these back then; combining the two, it's not impossible that they developed such a medicine.

Song Shutian also felt that Jiang Qiao's words made some sense. "I just don't know how Sato and his people found the first volume. They really went to great lengths."

After Jiang Qiao returned, she began to study the medical books of Lei Jiao's family.

There were many words she couldn't understand, so she had to slowly look them up in the books she had bought and translate them. After reading just a few pages, Jiang Qiao was getting restless.

Where did this founder of the Heavenly Medicine Sect come from? Judging from what she saw, he seemed like a charlatan, too mysterious. She had never heard of anyone being able to live forever. Wouldn't that make someone a god?

If what this patriarch wrote is true, then how could he have died?

Furthermore, how did this founding master write all these things? Was it something he wrote out of boredom or as a joke to future generations? Has anything he wrote been verified?

Jiang Qiao was considering this problem according to her normal logical thinking, but when she thought of Sato's behavior, she began to doubt her judgment.

She now suspects that the founder of the Heavenly Medicine Sect is most likely a deity. Even if he isn't, she probably doesn't know where he came from. In any case, she can't figure out how this divine being compiled these books or taught his disciples using Earthling thinking.

In Jiang Qiao's mind, only Bian Que's medical books were somewhat reliable; the others she herself found mysterious.

However, this was just something she thought about. No matter how mysterious it seemed, she still had to look at it. Whether the things left by the founder were good or bad, she had to look at them dialectically. If they were useful, she would learn them; if they were unusable or harmful, then she would stop using them once they came into her hands.

As for why the patriarch made his two eldest disciples learn these unreliable things, while making his youngest disciple learn Bian Que's medical skills, she still doesn't understand. Could it be that the two disciples were so talented that learning these things would be easy for them?

She had so many questions in her mind, but no one could answer them. The ancestor was probably drinking tea in some heaven long ago, and his descendants were even more unknown. It was estimated that the skills had been lost or had been lost altogether.

Otherwise, why would that disciple have gone to build such a large array using the jade tablet?

With a sigh, he resigned himself to continuing his study of the medical book, when Song Shutian knocked on the door outside, holding a teacup.

"Jiang Qiao, do you have any tea?"

Jiang Qiao put down her book and pen, got up and opened the door for Song Shutian. "Why are you drinking tea so late at night? You should have some medicinal tea instead."

Song Shutian looked at the books, paper, and pens on the table and sighed, "Everyone says you're a skilled doctor, but who knows how hard you work behind the scenes, Jiang Qiao? To be honest, your success today is entirely due to your own efforts. It hasn't been easy—"

She spends the whole day with him and still has to study hard at night. Most girls can't do what Jiang Qiao does. Let alone these things, even the adults at home might not be able to do it when she goes out.

"Why say all this? Only when you have the skills, can you truly own them. With this medical knowledge, your sister will at least never have to worry about food and drink again."

You know, everyone gets sick eventually. Doesn't that show the benefits of my skills?

"You guys go to work and earn money, and I'll just sit at home and earn money. It's pretty good."

Jiang Qiao poured the herbal tea into Song Shutian's teacup and then poured hot water into it for him.