At first, with Henry Bolton and Edward Grant, to be honest... there was still a bit of an element of using them.

Actually, this is understandable. With such chuunibyou teenagers, if you don’t trick them, are you even human?

If these two guys were in later generations, they’d definitely be the prime targets of phone scammers with a certain provincial accent.

But after spending time together, the so-called sworn brotherhood—even he himself has come to believe in it now.

Now that Henry Bolton has been beaten, and not knowing how serious his injuries are, Stephen Bolton can’t help but worry. No matter what, he has to find a way to visit him.

In the morning, Henry Bolton was beaten until his skin was split open, so he’d need to bring some medicine for the wounds.

The medicine was ready-made. When William Bolton came to this world, his greatest fear was death. After all, in this era, even a cold, a fever, or an infection could be fatal at any time.

The first thing William Bolton did after adapting to this world was to try to refine some medicine for himself, just in case.

For example... penicillin.

Actually, as early as the Tang Dynasty, tailors in Chang’an would smear paste on fingers cut by scissors to help heal the wound, and the substance produced by this green mold was actually penicillium, which has antibacterial properties.

Of course, this most primitive form of penicillium was actually not very effective.

To enhance its effect, you’d need to extract the penicillium from it, then use a nutrient solution to increase the quantity and purify it.

As for the culture medium, it’s actually quite simple—just mix rice juice and sweet potato juice, then inoculate it with penicillium and wait ten days to half a month.

After that, use a funnel, clay pot, cotton, and charcoal powder to purify it, and finally you can obtain true penicillin.

William Bolton took a small porcelain bottle, carefully filled it with the penicillin he had cultivated, and then set off excitedly for the Zhang family.

……

In the study, George Washington wore a face full of anger.

With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth, occasionally... cursing: “I never expected these guys to be so useless. If I were the Grand Progenitor Emperor, I’d beat them to death myself.”

He looked over those memorials again, and found that except for William Bolton, the rest... were mostly scoundrels, which couldn’t help but make George Washington worried.

“Especially that Henry Bolton, that kid is the worst of the lot, he’s got some nerve.”

After cursing, a eunuch outside said, “Your Majesty... this servant has come to report.”

George Washington said with a sullen face, “Come in and speak.”

The eunuch tiptoed in and bowed, saying, “Your Majesty... this servant has carried out your orders and already administered punishment. Especially the ringleader Henry Bolton, who was flogged twenty times.”

“Serves him right!” George Washington George Washington said angrily, “If his father were alive, he’d probably break his legs.”

The eunuch prostrated himself, not daring to reply.

At this moment, George Washington asked again, “Well, did that boy admit his mistake?”

“This...”

“This what?”

“After the flogging... Henry Bolton has... has...”

George Washington’s expression grew even more grave, frowning as he said, “What do you mean?”

“He’s already fainted...”

George Washington fell silent.

The hall was unusually quiet.

The eunuch, a bit puzzled, cautiously glanced up at George Washington.

Suddenly, George Washington thundered, “What, you really used torture?”

The eunuch was stunned, unable to speak for a long while.

George Washington became anxious and cursed, “Damn it, he’s just a child!”

Chapter 9: Good Brothers

For a moment, the eunuch was at a total loss, trembling all over, and tried to defend himself in a low voice, “Didn’t Your Majesty say... to flog him hard, twenty lashes?”

George Washington grew even more furious, shouting harshly, “You dogs, when you usually carry out punishments, you know how to fool me—aren’t there fake beatings and real beatings?”

The eunuch was completely dumbfounded.

Clearly, when His Majesty was furious before, he had demanded, in no uncertain terms, that the beating be severe.

A trace of anxiety flashed in George Washington’s eyes. “How is he now?”

“This servant certainly didn’t dare let anyone injure his tendons or bones, it’s just... just... the lashes were solid, and there was blood!”

George Washington: “...”

The eunuch was already shaking like a leaf in terror.

How could he have known that when His Majesty was furious before, cursing Henry Bolton’s mother while ordering a severe beating, he actually just wanted to scare him a bit and let Henry Bolton suffer a little.

George Washington said, “He’s just a child—how could you bring yourself to be so ruthless?”

Eunuch: “...”

A trace of worry flickered in George Washington’s eyes, and he said, “Hurry and summon the imperial physicians, have the people from the Imperial Medical Academy rush to the Zhang family at once.”

The eunuch, as if granted amnesty, immediately said, “Yes, yes...”

With that, he scrambled out in a panic.

George Washington, hands behind his back, paced anxiously around the hall, sometimes bowing his head in thought, sometimes muttering to himself.

“Shimei, oh Shimei, your son is too muddleheaded... just look at how ridiculous he’s become... sigh...” (Zhang Yu’s courtesy name: Shimei)

As he muttered, it was as if he was trying to justify himself.