Chapter 219 - 147: Pry Open His Mouth

If we can’t find the origin of these black-clad people, the Zhao family will never have peace.

"Auntie, what should we do now?" Hua Tianyou asked softly, his voice tinged with anxiety.

The matron was silent for a moment, her eyes flickering with determination: "First, wait for the doctor to come and keep him alive. Then... find a way to pry open his mouth. No matter what, we must find out who sent them."

Zhao Ling’er held the matron’s hand tightly, her eyes full of worry as well.

"Mother, my brother... will he be alright?"

The matron sighed, gently patting Zhao Ling’er’s hand without saying a word.

"Why isn’t the doctor here yet?"

Hua Tianyou glanced at Zhao Ling’er’s tearful appearance, feeling a pang of heartache, but he couldn’t help much, and couldn’t stop rubbing his hands anxiously.

He knew that with Zhao Zun absent, he was now the only man in the family who could take charge, and he was the support for Zhao Ling’er and the matron.

He had no choice. For Zhao Zun, for this family, he must stand up at all costs to find out the mastermind.

Although the poison from the dead soldier’s mouth had been extracted, he remained unconscious, his face pale as paper, his breathing so weak it was barely detectable.

Time ticked away, minute by minute, yet the doctor still hadn’t arrived, and the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense.

Hua Tianyou suddenly recalled how, in the barracks, when soldiers got injured, Mr. He would always use the strong liquor brewed by Han Lei to disinfect the wounds.

That liquor, although spicy and pungent, had surprisingly effective results.

Turning to the matron, he asked urgently, "Auntie, is there any strong liquor in the house? The kind that’s really strong, that can be used for disinfecting."

The matron paused for a moment, evidently unfamiliar with the term "strong liquor."

After pondering for a moment, she suddenly remembered a few jars of Drunken Immortal Brew sent by Tongfu Building when they left Qingshui County.

Though not extremely strong, it was also a rare fine brew.

"Will Drunken Immortal Brew work?" the matron asked.

Hua Tianyou nodded: "It should work, let’s try it first."

The matron immediately ordered someone to fetch the Drunken Immortal Brew.

When the wine jar was brought in, Hua Tianyou took the jar and poured a bowl of wine.

Imitating Mr. He’s manner, he poured the white wine into the bowl, then dipped a clean cloth in the wine, carefully cleaning the dead soldier’s wound.

As the liquor seeped into the wound, the soldier’s body twitched slightly but still showed no sign of awakening.

Hua Tianyou’s heart sank. He looked up at the matron, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Oh! If only Han Lei were here. She knows how to handle gunshot wounds and could save this person."

Mentioning Han Lei made Hua Tianyou’s heart leap suddenly. He realized Zhao Zun and Han Lei might also be facing danger now.

He suddenly stood up, speaking quickly: "I can’t stay, Auntie, I must hurry to the barracks. We need to send a message to Zhao Zun and the others, telling them to be extremely careful."

The matron nodded, her face equally grave. Though she didn’t understand these matters of treacherous swords and shadows, she knew the gravity of the situation.

She looked at Hua Tianyou, her voice slightly trembling: "Alright, go quickly. I’ll keep watch here."

Hua Tianyou instructed again: "Auntie, before I return, if the doctor comes, make sure he does everything he can to keep this man’s life hanging. He can’t die, at least not now."

The matron nodded heavily: "Don’t worry, I will."

Hua Tianyou turned to leave, and just then, there was the sudden roar of an engine outside.

Immediately, the gatekeeper rushed in, his face carrying a hint of excitement.

"Matron, Matron, the Princess Consort has returned! The Princess Consort has returned!"