For her, her son had become so clever that every word he spoke seemed like an imperial edict.

Chad Sullivan carried a bamboo basket and a small shovel, left home, and went up the mountain. Charles and George, adopted sons under Tian Heng, followed closely behind him, never leaving his side.

Since they hadn’t gotten the money, they would keep an eye on Chad Sullivan, and as soon as the time was up, they would kill him.

……

Chad Sullivan was still a bit worried—would the plants in this world be completely different from those on Earth? But he was overthinking it. Although there were many unfamiliar plants, quite a few were exactly the same.

There were many anti-inflammatory Chinese herbs, and the back mountain behind Chad Sullivan’s house was a lush forest.

In just over an hour, he picked a lot of perilla, honeysuckle, and dandelion—all of which could be used to reduce inflammation.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the edge of a dry desert or a grassland, so there was no licorice. But to his surprise and delight, he dug up some isatis root.

In modern times on Earth, isatis root is hailed as a miracle medicine. Next, Chad Sullivan dug up more than a dozen kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs one after another—some for stopping bleeding, some for reducing fever, and so on—filling the entire bamboo basket. Unfortunately, he didn’t find any datura, so he couldn’t make anesthetic.

At dusk, Chad Sullivan returned home fully loaded, and his mother had already prepared everything.

Chad Sullivan used his X-ray vision to carefully examine his younger brother’s broken leg. Fortunately, the broken bone was relatively smooth and not sharp, so it hadn’t pierced any major blood vessels.

His mother had already sharpened the small knife and boiled it in water.

Chad Sullivan gently made an incision at the site of his brother’s fracture—first, to let the clotted blood flow out, and second, to make the bone setting more accurate.

Unfortunately, the conditions here were just too basic—using steel nails was out of the question. After aligning the broken bone perfectly, Chad Sullivan used boiled needle and thread to suture the wound, applied mashed medicinal herbs to the injury, then used three whittled sticks and boiled cloth strips to bind it round and round, completely immobilizing the set bone. Since there was no plaster, he could only use sticks.

“From now on, this leg can’t touch the ground. It’s best not to move it. In two months, it’ll heal,” Chad Sullivan said.

This could barely be considered a minor surgery, and it took less than an hour from start to finish. Although his younger brother was sweating profusely from the pain, he bit down hard on a stick and didn’t make a sound.

Throughout the whole process, their parents held their breath, staring in disbelief at the scene. They didn’t dare to speak, or even take a deep breath.

This—this was truly astonishing. After Chad Sullivan came home, not only was he no longer foolish, but he had actually become so capable.

Just now, the father saw it all clearly—Chad Sullivan’s movements were quick and decisive, his gaze resolute, completely different from before.

The younger brother spat out the stick he’d been biting and exclaimed to Chad Sullivan, “Bro, you’re amazing! Not only has the swelling in my broken leg gone down, but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. I’ve seen lots of doctors treat broken legs, but none of them were as fast or as skilled as you!”

Although younger brother Brian Sullivan was a nobody among the local ruffians, he’d seen plenty of broken legs and arms, so he was quite experienced in this area. The skill Chad Sullivan had just shown was truly impressive—both his technique and methods far surpassed those of the doctors who treated the gang members.

The most crucial thing was that the previous Chad Sullivan had been a total good-for-nothing, so how had he changed so much now? Where did he learn such impressive skills?

The family was both shocked and overjoyed.

Next, Chad Sullivan treated his father, starting with draining the blood that had accumulated in his lungs; otherwise, the injury would only get worse.

The hardest part of draining this kind of blood was knowing exactly where the clots were. After all, they were inside the lungs and couldn’t be seen with the naked eye from the outside—an unsolvable problem for doctors in this world.

But for Chad Sullivan, it was effortless. His X-ray vision could easily pinpoint the exact location of the blood and fluid buildup.

His mother had already sharpened a thick needle, about three millimeters in diameter at its thickest point, specially used for sewing animal hides. She boiled it in water to sterilize it. Chad Sullivan decisively and accurately inserted it into the lung and withdrew it, then inserted a hollow plant stem into the wound.

This plant stem was also about two or three millimeters in diameter. After removing the core, it was hollow and sturdy enough—just right for draining the blood.

In this way, Chad Sullivan made several small holes in his father’s lung and slowly drew out the clotted blood inside.

After more than an hour, he had drained most of the blood and fluid from his father’s lungs. The small amount left didn’t matter; the body could gradually absorb it.

After Chad Sullivan’s treatment, the effect was immediate.

His father was still coughing, but his breathing was much smoother. Before, no matter how hard he tried to breathe, it never felt like enough air, and every breath made his lungs feel like they were about to burst with pain—it was almost worse than death.

But now, breathing was much easier, and his chest no longer felt blocked. It was such a relief.

Who would have thought that with just a few simple methods, his son could achieve such miraculous results? His medical skills were truly remarkable.

They say you should look at someone with new eyes after three days apart, but this precious son had only been gone for three months and had already developed such abilities?