Divine Medicine (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

"Give the order, Sylvie must be saved!"

Theodore's roar echoed throughout the hall.

Aaron watched the old scholar's bitter expression, lost in thought.

Childbirth for women in ancient times really is a gateway to the afterlife...

Don't be fooled by Theodore's attitude; in reality, he likely holds no hope at all.

In this other world, where technology is backward and there is no supernatural power, a minor illness can truly cost a person their life.

After his outburst, Theodore looked at Aaron apologetically: "Forgive me... I'm afraid I cannot hold a welcome banquet for you tonight."

"Please, go ahead..."

Aaron shook his head, indicating it was of no consequence.

He looked toward the direction of the delivery room, hesitated for a moment, and spoke: "I happen to have some medicine here that might be of use."

When it came to saving lives, the physicians in this territory might not even compare to him.

In particular, Aaron had specifically searched his past-life memories while in the dream realm and finally found a powerful tool: Allicin!

A transmigrator in an ancient setting, facing the risks of various infections, would naturally think of creating antibiotics.

However, whether it was sulfonamides or penicillin, the required processes were quite complex, and the key was that Aaron hadn't studied them in his past life.

However, he remembered an article about Allicin.

Although it didn't strictly belong to the category of antibiotics, it possessed quite effective antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties, and most importantly—it was simple to produce.

As the name suggests, Allicin needs to be made from fresh garlic, but it does not exist in garlic itself.

What garlic actually contains is alliin! Alliin exists in an unstable form within garlic, and when subjected to impact—such as slicing or crushing—allinase is activated, which can catalyze the formation of Allicin!

Therefore, the method to obtain this antibiotic-like substance is very simple: crush a large amount of garlic, let it sit, and then extract it!

What was the status of antibiotics in ancient times? One can imagine.

Aaron had sought it out because he was afraid that his own body in the real world might fall ill or get an infection, causing him to die a pathetic death just as he was about to touch the threshold of the extraordinary.

He hadn't expected it to come in handy at this moment.

However, while Allicin is a god-tier antibiotic-like substance, it can at most prevent postpartum infection; it is powerless against the massive hemorrhaging during labor.

As Aaron thought this to himself, he heard Theodore's surprised voice: "You... medicine?"

"It is a medicine I purchased from a merchant; it is said to have strong hemostatic properties."

Aaron answered nonchalantly, taking a test tube from his bosom containing a semi-solid ointment that had congealed like grease.

This was one of the results of his efforts over these past few days, and it counted as a decent hemostatic agent.

Furthermore, because the number of test subjects was too small, Aaron had been looking for more.

"Just apply it to the wound, and it will stop the bleeding quickly."

He handed the test tube to Theodore and carefully explained how to use it.

Theodore's expression was slightly strange, but he quickly suppressed it: "You are a good brother. Regardless of whether Sylvie can pull through, Colin and I will be grateful to you."

With that, he hurried toward the delivery room.

In the hall, Lady Sonia watched Aaron with a playful expression, covering her mouth with a fan and lowering her voice: "Aaron... you've done a foolish thing. Even if Sylvie recovers using your medicine, Colin won't be grateful to you, and if Sylvie passes away, you might end up taking the blame."

"Indeed."

Aaron stepped forward, patted Ginny on the head, and took the opportunity to give Sean's cheek a hard pinch, making the brat wince: "But... I'm happy to do it!"

Even if it weren't for testing the medicine, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from helping when seeing such a situation.

After all, whether Sylvie lived or died had nothing to do with his own interests.

As long as it didn't harm his own interests, he didn't mind being a good person.

Or rather, he enjoyed the pleasure that doing good deeds could bring.

"Is that why you refused me so many times before?" Lady Sonia comforted Sean, pulling the brat back, and chuckled softly.

"Lady Sonia, you may not believe it, but I truly have no interest in the position of Count..."

Aaron retracted his right leg, which he had been secretly tensing.

He had originally intended to give that brat Sean a lesson if he dared to rush over, but now he could only answer with a smile.

"That is truly a pity... Perhaps you don't know, but after the last campaign, Theodore has long since regretted his choices..."

Sonia said: "He never realized that you, who remained obscure, had actually grown into such an outstanding man, and by comparison, Colin is not quite to his liking."

"But... Colin still holds the status of the eldest son, as well as the support of the righteous cause of succession built up over so many years..."

Aaron shrugged his shoulders: "Furthermore, he married Sylvie and produced an heir who meets everyone's expectations."

"Meets everyone's expectations..."

Lady Sonia smiled with profound meaning.

"A lie is a lie after all; there will always come a day when it is exposed." Aaron smiled: "Then, please allow me to take my leave. After all, I am quite exhausted from such a long journey..."

He offered a bow, winked at Ginny, and returned to his room in the castle.

Upon opening the door, he was slightly surprised to find the room exactly as it had been, and it appeared to be cleaned regularly, as if waiting for its master to return at any moment.

A short while later, the door opened and Ginny walked in: "Brother Aaron, you signaled for me to come over earlier—what is it you need?"

"Of course, I'm planning to have you make something delicious."

Aaron smiled: "Go find a bottle of wine and some fresh garlic..."

Since he had decided to save her, he would see it through to the end.

If Sylvie didn't die from postpartum hemorrhage, only to perish from an infection instead, that would be a real headache.

Before long, Ginny returned carrying the items, her small face full of curiosity: "Why are you saving Sylvie?"

Thwack!

Aaron casually tapped her on the head: "I save because I want to. Even if I saw an injured kitten or puppy on the road, I'd occasionally find myself unable to resist helping. Besides, Sylvie is still family..."

"I don't believe you're unaware of Colin's intentions, and furthermore, you bear half the responsibility for the downfall of Sylvie's family."

Ginny retorted.

"So what? Even if they jumped up, they couldn't reach me anyway..." Aaron made a face: "Don't go looking for trouble, but don't fear it either; self-defense is just good manners, understand? Now, once this is done, you try it first..."

And then, Ginny was reduced to tears by the spiciness. In the end, the little girl ran out of Aaron's room with tear-streaked eyes:

"Waaah... Aaron is a liar, Allicin doesn't taste good at all!"