Chapter 61: Give an Explanation

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"What medicine did you give him? Is it poison?" Xu Lifang couldn't help but shout.

"You... poisoned Huang Mao to death?"

"You murderous scholar, I see you intend to wipe us all out!"

"Damn it, might as well just *** first. Forget it!"

Wa Qingyun drew his weapon with a "Clang," kicked over a stool, and roared, "Damn it, who dares touch my Young Master? Come try!!!"

"If you want to touch my Young Master, kill me first!"

"Yes, if you want to touch my Young Master, kill me first!"

Qi Jingkun, Xiang Ying, and others, whose injuries had largely healed, also rose to their feet one by one.

Xu Lifang and the others came to their senses, stopped shouting, and still glared at Li You.

Li You had no mind to attend to Xu Lifang and his group; at this moment, he knew Huang Mao was likely in shock, not yet dead.

But the problem was, he didn't know how to perform proper first aid for shock.

"Maybe try chest compressions and resuscitation?"

Muttering to himself, Li You sat cross-legged on the bed and began compressing the Skinny Monkey.

But... was this... whipping a corpse?

This act further provoked Cui Shan, Sun Jian, Xu Lifang, and others; he killed someone and then whipped the corpse?

Wa Qingyun quickly signaled Xiang Ying, who understood and dashed out immediately.

After a long while of unstandard chest compressions and resuscitation, until Huang Mao had completely turned cold, Li You rose dejectedly, clapped his hands, shook his head, and said, "He's dead. Truly a 'juejuezi,' giving absolutely no chance... Sigh, a skin test, I really have to admire myself..."

The side room was already packed with a huge crowd; Xiang Ying had long summoned Wu Dading, Li Qinxiang, Guan Hongxin, and others, while Peng Yun and the Beizhai archers sunbathing outside also surged in.

The small side room instantly became completely packed.

"He's cold, bury him!"

Li You felt too guilty to speak; regardless of whether Huang Mao deserved to die, he shouldn't have died in such a manner!

Peng Yun shouted loudly, "What kind of medical skill is this? A living person, and you just treated him to death. Is burying him enough?"

"Yes, he's just dead!"

"You must give an explanation!"

Sun Jian, Xu Lifang, Lian Yu, Shi Youchun, and others, emboldened by Peng Yun's backing, also began to clamor.

"Originally he was in a coma from high fever; we treated a dead horse as if it were alive. Now that he's dead, he's dead. What do you want?"

Wa Qingyun, determined to follow Li You, retorted with sharp acumen.

Li Qinxiang, Zhou Yin, and Guan Hongxin nearby also looked solemn, holding clubs in their hands, looking ready to fight at any moment.

"Hahaha... Ha, are you rebelling against heaven? You killed someone with your medicine, and we don't even dare ask for an explanation?"

Cui Sanzao, an archer with Peng Yun, seeing this scene, laughed uncontrollably.

"Clang"

Li You drew his miaodao, killing intent radiating as he said, "An explanation? What explanation? My blade has the explanation. Who wants it? Come!"

The side room instantly fell silent. Peng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, unsure of what he was thinking for a moment, then spoke after a while, "If not for the Great Master's esteem for you, Grandpa would have roasted and eaten your heart and liver long ago!"

With that, he left with his archers.

Li You didn't even look at Sun Jian, Xu Sanshui, and others inside the room; he told Wa Qingyun and Gao Conghu to carry Huang Mao out and bury him.

As he stepped out, he noticed Qi Jingkun, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

Actually, this wasn't his first time using medicine; two days ago, when Qi Jingkun had a severe fever, Li You had given him half-finished penicillin tablets, and at that time, he hadn't thought to perform a skin test on Qi Jingkun, yet Qi Jingkun's fever subsided very quickly.

Moreover, the main reason Qi Jingkun survived wasn't some blessing from heaven; it should be that the crude homemade penicillin he fed Qi Jingkun played a certain role.

Because Qi Jingkun had such a large wound on his abdomen, since taking the medicine, he rarely had fevers or inflammation; supplemented with wolf meat, he was now almost fully recovered, not only able to walk on his feet but even able to appropriately practice with a knife.

"I remember, the first time I got penicillin as a child, no skin test was needed?"

Li You murmured, "Looks like I need to get some needles; take some culture fluid, inject a bit first to do a skin test, otherwise, if we encounter someone with a highly sensitive constitution, it will still cause a major disaster!"

Li You's thoughts immediately turned to how to make a syringe?

And how much to inject each time, how to control this dosage?

Exactly how much is one milliliter?

Now there isn't even a complete reference system; could he use the Prime Meridian to first determine the centimeter?

Li You shook his head repeatedly; if he had that ability, he wouldn't have ended up in such a wretched state in his past life!

But these things can be constantly tested through trial and error, summarizing experience.

But the most headache-inducing part is the needle, a hollow needle; how can this be made?

Matters piled up one after another, colliding and making Li You feel extremely agitated for a while.

The only good news was that since it could poison someone to death, the penicillin Li You produced was quite successful; the purity must be high.

Li You calmed down alone outside for a while, settled his mind, and then went to the mine.

Originally wanting to say some heartfelt words to these miners and salt slaves, he now had no mood for it.

The remaining fifty-plus miners were of mixed quality; there were honest, decent commoners, but also oddballs like Song Jinyin. If he said certain things and they got out, it would be disadvantageous to himself, so he simply opened his mouth and said, "Today and tomorrow, everyone, first stop your work and come together to build a place to live..."

"Liu Erniu, Wang Dashun, and others, you don't need to go; you continue to fire some bowls, completely solving our problem of having no bowls to eat from!"

Li You's words naturally aroused the approval of many miners; this concerned their own interests, and even many were quite grateful in their hearts.

And the remaining mountain bandits here naturally had nothing to say; Wu Zhuge had let them bring pots, bowls, and basins, but it was impossible for them to bring houses, and even living in Cao Er's small courtyard wouldn't fit everyone.

Since they had no objections, then everything could naturally be discussed easily.

On the north side of Nanshan and west of the West Pit, there were many forests; obtaining timber was very convenient, so Li You quickly arranged for Peng Yun to send half the archers to cut wood.

But Peng Yun lazily said, "Young Master Li, Elder Wu sent us to practice archery, not to do these bitter, hard labors! Besides, we don't know how to build houses; we only know how to live in them!"

"Hahaha... exactly! We only know how to live!"

The bandits roared in agreement; they had grown accustomed to laziness under Zhang Cang's command, and making them work was tantamount to killing them.

For in their minds, labor had a hierarchy of nobility and baseness; doing such rough work was a supreme humiliation to their identity as bandits.

Wu Dading and Gao Conglong beside him had already furrowed their brows, but since Li You had not spoken, they temporarily held their tongues.

Li You, however, was not angered; he smiled and said, "Then give us some knives and axes. Do you expect us to climb the mountain and snap trees with our bare hands??"

"That won't do! These are our tools for eating, our very lifelines. Besides, with so many of us going up the mountain, what if someone runs away?"

Peng Yun gripped the knife at his waist, lifted his chin, and shouted at Li You.

"Fine! Then I'll have the blacksmiths forge some axes right now. But building the house won't take just a day or two; you'll have to endure living in the stone caves until then!"

Li You spoke with a blank expression, then turned and walked away.

The mine workers and salt slaves, who had been preparing to build the houses, turned pale with bitterness; looking at Peng Yun and the gang of bandits lying or sitting about, they felt a surge of hatred!

"What are you looking at? Looking for death? Get up and go dig for ore!"

Peng Yun drew his blade and roared at the mine workers!

Cui Shan and the others walked forward, smiling and holding whips.

Wa Qingyun instantly flew into a rage and turned to shout back...

"Shut up. Those who bark and make noise like dogs are just dogs; kill them and it'll be quiet!"