Xiang Ze said in a low voice, "You said everything."
Lu Tu naturally heard this and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He nodded and said, "That's right! I can say anything to you, but only if you are capable. Only then will I help you smooth things over."
Xiang Ze's expression brightened: "My lord, do you mean you're willing to accept me?"
Lu Tu tossed the fruit to him: "Peel it for me."
Xiang Ze quickly took two steps, picked up the dagger stuck in the ground, wiped it on his clothes, then peeled the apple and handed it to Lü Tu.
Lu Tu snatched the dagger from his hand and headed towards the village: "Go report to Nie Yun. You'll start training with him today. If you dare to slack off or fall behind, I won't let you off the hook!"
Xiang Ze replied enthusiastically, "Yes, sir!"
Watching Lü Tu's departing figure, which appeared exceptionally majestic in the morning sunlight.
His nose twitched as he smelled the hard-won aroma of the apple. He quickly picked up the apple peel that had just fallen from the ground, wiped off the dirt, carefully wrapped the apple in his hand, put it back in front of his chest, and jogged back to the village.
Based on Xiang Ze's apple-peeling technique, Lü Tu could tell that he was a skilled knife user, far superior to most of the soldiers in the village.
From the moment he first saw Xiang Ze, Lü Tu felt that this man was extraordinary. It would be a great pity if he could not be used by him, which is why he deliberately went to such great lengths to bring him back to the village.
Through this unconventional reprimand, Xiang Ze's gratitude towards Lü Tu turned into heartfelt admiration.
After all, the matter of owing favors varies from person to person. According to the unchanging nature of humanity, once the favor becomes too heavy to be easily repaid, it will turn from gratitude into hatred. That's why there are so many examples in the world of great favors turning into great enmity.
Lu Tu considered Xiang Ze's ability to commit suicide to be truly remarkable.
Xiang Ze believed that Lu Tu was someone he completely admired and respected, which made him much easier to manage and also eliminated a potential threat. After all, a capable person could change his mind at any time, and it was not appropriate to keep him by his side.
Back in the village, Lü Tu went straight to the area where the refugees lived and asked several peasant women, "Do you know Doctor Zhang Miao?"
"You mean that white-haired doctor? He's such a miraculous doctor! He never charges us for his services, and he even pays for the medicine himself. At most, he'll just have a bowl of porridge with us. Where can you find such a good person?"
"That's right, I think Dr. Zhang is really the reincarnation of Bian Que. Not only is his medical skill good, but his medical ethics are also good. Yesterday, he helped me with my gynecological problem and promised to keep it a secret."
Upon hearing this, the other peasant women present all turned to look at the speaker.
If the woman with black downy hair around her mouth hadn't just said she had a gynecological disease, Lu Tu would never have thought she was a woman!
Lu Tu really didn't want to deal with these peasant women; talking to them was exhausting, and he was always shocked several times.
"You can discuss this later. Do you know where Zhang Miao went?"
"I saw her walk towards the warehouse!"
Warehouse? Lu Tu strode toward the warehouse. Zhang Miao was unaware that he was cultivating penicillin and smallpox vaccines. In this era, it was impossible for anyone to know what a vaccine was. So what was he doing there?
Upon arriving at the warehouse, they asked Bian Wei, who was in charge of guarding it. Bian Wei pointed to Wang Miaoling's room in the distance and said, "She's seeing Miss Wang for treatment. I saw her carrying her medicine box when she went in."
Lu Tu arrived at Wang Miaoling's house again, and as soon as he stood at the door, he heard the grateful voice of the butler, Uncle Fu: "Thank you very much, Doctor Zhang. You must accept this consultation fee no matter what!"
Soon, Zhang Miao and Uncle Fu came out, pulling and tugging at each other. When they saw Lü Tu, they were taken aback and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Lord Lü."
Lu Tu waved his hand: "No need to be so polite, Dr. Zhang, how is Miss Wang's condition?"
Zhang Miao laughed and said, "Lord Lü, I was just about to come to you! I have good news for you: Miss Wang's smallpox is cured, which means that smallpox can be cured!"
Seeing his excitement, Lü Tu was somewhat moved. In Wuchuan, it was rare to find someone as pure as Zhang Miao. He truly deserved the title of a benevolent doctor!
When Zhang Miao said this, he saw that Uncle Fu and Cui Guo beside him remained calm and unmoved, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why are you so calm? Do you know what this means? It means that the people of Wuchuan are saved! It just takes some time to study what medicine Miss Wang has taken recently. If you give me three months, I am confident that I can write out the prescription for smallpox!"
Cui Guo was about to explain that Lü Tu already had a way to cure him, but after seeing Lü Tu's signal in his eyes, she quickly shut her mouth.
Seeing that Zhang Miao's once full head of black hair had turned white at the temples in just half a month, Lü Tu could no longer bear to deceive such a good doctor.
"Since you've figured it out, Dr. Zhang, I'll be frank with you: smallpox can indeed be cured, and I'm quite confident I can cure it!"
"What?"
Zhang Miao's medicine box slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, scattering its bottles and jars everywhere. These were things he usually treasured, but now he ignored them, leaving them lying on the ground. Cui Guo and Uncle Fu quickly squatted down to help pick them up.
"My lord, I have studied medicine for over forty years, and I would never dare to make such a boast. Please answer me seriously: is everything you just said true?"
Cuiguo, who was squatting on the ground busy with her work, muttered, "That's absolutely true! I personally applied the medicine that Lord Lü gave me to Miss that day."
"What!?"
Zhang Miao was once again utterly shocked, standing there dumbfounded, as helpless as a child who had just learned to stand upright.
"Sir, is this true?"
Lu Tu nodded: "Yes, but don't rush!"
Upon hearing the word "yes," Zhang Miao rushed forward, disregarding all manners and elegance, and grabbed Lü Tu's sleeve, trying to lead him out of the village.
"My lord, on behalf of tens of thousands of people in Wuchuan, I am grateful for your life-saving grace. You have performed a great act of merit that has benefited the heavens!"
If Zhang Miao hadn't been actively helping the poor get medical treatment, Lü Tu would have been quite annoyed by now. Seeing how pure he was, Lü Tu patiently pulled him back.
"Dr. Zhang, please listen to me first. Although I, Lü Tu, may not be a man of great righteousness, I would not refuse to give medicine to the people. The key is that I am only experimenting with this medicine. Shennong had to taste hundreds of herbs back then. I only gave Miss Wang the medicine rashly because I had no other choice in a critical situation!"
Hearing this, Zhang Miao calmed down, but his confidence grew stronger: "Sir, since you can explain the medical principles, it proves that you are an expert! And since Miss Wang can be cured, other people can certainly be cured too! Why not try it first and spare everyone from the suffering of smallpox?"
Lu Tu waved his hand and said, "No! If we want to completely eradicate smallpox, we'll need at least 50 more days!"
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