After a brief exchange with Li Chunfeng, Fang Er pointed to the large bottles cradled by the Su brothers.
"Trouble you, True Man Li, to give my brothers a pill from this bottle every day. It will prevent their wounds from worsening.
Also, remember not to let them drink alcohol while taking the medicine."
Li Chunfeng looked at the bottle of cephalosporin capsules with surprise. "This tiny thing, one a day, can be this useful?"
As he spoke, he uncorked the bottle, popped a capsule into his mouth, and began to chew.
"Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo!"
The taste of cephalosporin was so bitter that he stuck out his tongue. Instinctively, he reached for a gourd at his waist, removed the stopper, and took several large gulps.
Fang Er stared at him, a black line across his forehead. Did he think these were candy?
Suddenly, smelling the wine wafting from Li Chunfeng's direction, Fang Er's face changed drastically. He rushed over and snatched the gourd away.
"Damn it! You're drinking alcohol?"
Li Chunfeng was displeased that Fang Er had snatched his gourd away. "Marquis, this is what I saved from three months of my allowance! I'd only had one sip! You have to compensate me!"
Fang Er almost burst out laughing. "Cephalosporin with alcohol, you're playing with fire! Do you think this is a joke?" He quickly turned to the Su brothers behind him, as well as Liu Meng and the others, and said, "Quick, think of a way to make him vomit!"
Fang Er's expression was grim. Liu Meng and the others dared not delay and quickly hoisted Li Chunfeng up.
Liu Meng looked at Fang Er uncertainly. "Marquis, should we really make him vomit?"
Fang Er raised an eyebrow. "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Alright, only then did Liu Meng feel relieved. He quickly took off his shoes and his foot wraps.
The next scene almost made Fang Er gag. Liu Meng first stuck his right index finger out and put on a foot wrap, then looked at Zhang Tian and Wu Yong and said, "Pry his mouth open!"
Upon hearing this, the two grabbed Li Chunfeng's jaw. The intense pain made Li Chunfeng involuntarily open his mouth. He looked at Liu Meng with a horrified expression, his body starting to tremble.
Liu Meng, however, only remembered Fang Er ordering them to find a way to make Li Chunfeng vomit. With the foot wrap on his finger, he directly poked into Li Chunfeng's throat. Fang Er could even see that the guy's finger was wiggling around inside.
The foul smell almost suffocating him finally caused Li Chunfeng's stomach to churn like waves.
"Gaaaak—!"
Li Chunfeng finally vomited. Liu Meng withdrew his finger at the last moment. Wu Yong and Zhang Tian also released Li Chunfeng. Li Chunfeng, like a large shrimp, crouched on the ground, retching violently. After a long while, he calmed down, his eyes red, tears welling up.
"Marquis, what did I do wrong that you would insult me like this?" he asked, gritting his teeth and looking at Fang Er.
Fang Er pointed to the cephalosporin bottle and then to the gourd he had knocked away. "I just told you not to drink alcohol while taking this, and you had to try it. Do you know that combining this medicine with alcohol is fatal?"
Li Chunfeng was dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open, the smell wafting out. He vaguely recalled that the Marquis of Liaodong had indeed mentioned not drinking alcohol while taking the medicine.
Seeing Li Chunfeng standing there in a daze, Fang Er waved his hand. "Alright, if you don't believe me, go find a pig to try it on later. I have things to do, so I'll be leaving now."
With that, he led his men away from the Taoist temple. As for Li Chunfeng, he was left to savor his experience. Stepping out of the temple gates, Fang Er glanced at Liu Meng with a hint of disgust.
"How long has it been since you washed your feet?"
Liu Meng replied somewhat awkwardly, "Hehe, not that long, only about a month."
"Get lost! Spread the word for me: everyone must wash their feet daily. Whoever doesn't will do fifty kilometers of forced march!" Fang Er immediately put distance between himself and Liu Meng. Liu Meng's face instantly fell. Why had his stinky mouth mentioned fifty kilometers of forced march in front of the Marquis?
After leaving the temple, Fang Er went to the vocational school. Regarding the matter of his base being compromised, Fang Er had his own plans. Simply sending people out was useless. So much time had passed, who knew where that bastard Hou Junji had hidden himself? Finding him wasn't easy. Therefore, after agreeing to the deployment of the Yan Yun Cavalry, Fang Er hadn't sent out any more men. For this fellow, perhaps only the troops dispatched by Li Shimin had any hope of finding him, as they were official and would receive unconditional cooperation wherever they went. Even the aristocratic families that had escaped were the same; once they dispersed and hid among crowds, they would be difficult to find. These people would be dealt with by Li Shimin, the local expert.
However, the Turks, Tubo, Southern Yue, Hou Junji, and the aristocratic families were different. These were three countries. Therefore, they became Fang Er's primary targets for revenge. Moreover, compared to the altitude sickness that often occurred in Tubo and the widespread miasma and insects in Southern Yue, the Turks were the top choice! He came to the vocational school to prepare the necessary supplies and equipment for the expedition. On the vast grasslands, the Turks were like wanderers, moving wherever there was water and grass, without even a single city. In the immense grasslands, they couldn't possibly search piece by piece, and hot air balloons were excellent tools for large-scale searches! If they could find Jieli's whereabouts, then heh heh.
Speaking of which, the West Market should also have a stage set up by now!
ps: First update