"If it's not enough, I'll owe you the rest. Saving someone is urgent—give me the medicine first."
Seeing that she was truly anxious and had brought a substantial amount of top-grade fire spirit stones this time, Xu Zimo reluctantly agreed.
When Shen Yunyun saw him take out a brocade box and open it, revealing an egg-sized green pill inside, she immediately knew it was no ordinary medicine. Even as an ordinary person, she could sense the vibrant life force flowing from the pill.
"Is this the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill?"
"Yes."
"But how do you eat a pill this big?"
Xu Zimo closed the brocade box and handed it to Shen Yunyun. "You'll know when the time comes. It only works its wonders on the dead."
Filled with curiosity, Shen Yunyun took the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill and three other bottles of medicine back to the basement. After a moment's thought, she decided to deliver the medicine to Little Tangyuan first, then take the airship to the market.
When she appeared before the Empress, the woman, eyes bloodshot, immediately kowtowed to her. "Please, immortal, save my child."
As she spoke, she pushed the child forward for Shen Yunyun to see.
Shen Yunyun reached out and took Little Tangyuan. His small body was soft and limp, with liver spots already forming on his face and a foul odor emanating from him. Clearly, the child had been dead for two or three days.
Could a child this thoroughly dead truly be brought back to life? Shen Yunyun found it hard to believe—it was beyond her understanding. But lately, too many things had defied her comprehension, so she wasn't overly surprised.
She quickly took out the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill and made as if to put it into Little Tangyuan's mouth. But even if he weren't dead, a pill this size would be impossible for him to swallow. He was still a nursing infant.
With the child dead, all his organs had stopped working. Could the medicine still be absorbed?
To her surprise, the immortal pill was nothing like mortal medicine. The moment it touched Little Tangyuan's lips, the pill's vibrant life force began seeping into his nostrils.
The Empress stared wide-eyed at the surging vitality, holding her breath. Shen Yunyun didn't dare move, maintaining her posture as if feeding him, while the Empress didn't dare blink.
Both of them watched Little Tangyuan's nose as the life force poured in. They noticed the liver spots on his body gradually fading, his skin slowly turning rosy. His tiny heart began to tentatively beat again—once, twice, three times, four times—and his breathing gradually resumed. The foul odor was steadily replaced by the scent of medicine.
Before the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill had even been fully absorbed, Little Tangyuan opened his eyes. They were still clean and bright, clear, pure, and adorable.
"Yuan'er," the Empress sobbed, losing control.
Shen Yunyun quickly handed the child back to her, and the Empress clutched him tightly. The joy of having him back, of life from death, left her incoherent.
"Wonderful, wonderful..."
She kowtowed repeatedly to Shen Yunyun.
"This bottle is a Detox Pill, capable of curing a hundred poisons. My rule is that you must trade something for it."
The Empress hastily pulled off her hairpins and ornaments and scrambled to fetch silver notes. Shen Yunyun didn't refuse, accepted the items, and glanced again at Little Tangyuan.
Little Tangyuan stared back at her with his dark, tiny eyes, reaching out and babbling something unintelligible. Shen Yunyun smiled at him, gently poked his cheek, and immediately returned to the trading center.
She was still in a hurry to deliver medicine to Tang Yu.
Look at her—busy as a dog, rushing from one world to another. Was there anyone busier than her under heaven? Even the emperor wasn't this busy.