Chapter 31: Wake Up

Chapter 31

With her goal achieved, He Zhiran was straightforward.

"Alright, I'll help the official detoxify now."

After speaking, she walked towards the herbs they had collected yesterday and casually picked a few to take back.

She handed the herbs to The Eighth Old Zhou: "Official, these are the herbs we collected yesterday. Boil some water for Mr. Peng to drink and within seven days, the remaining toxins in his body will be completely cleansed."

The Eighth Old Zhou was somewhat skeptical: "Are your words true?"

"True," He Zhiran answered very definitively.

The herbs she had chosen together only had the effects of clearing heat, promoting urination, cooling blood and detoxifying.

Although they didn't provide much help to Peng Wang's body, they were not completely useless either.

At the very least they could alleviate the current symptoms.

Anyway, there were no real remaining toxins in Peng Wang's body, his recovery just required time.

Seeing He Zhiran's sincere gaze, much of the doubt in The Eighth Old Zhou's heart lessened.

"Boss, you go rest first on the wagon, I'll go brew the medicine now."

Looking at the limited space next to the wagon, Peng Wang could only reluctantly squeeze in with Mo Jiuye since he needed their help.

Because of the medicine brewing, the departure was delayed by almost half a hour.

Before departure, The Eighth Old Zhou observed the prisoners and found two brawny men from the He family.

Naturally, these two became the main force to push the wagon.

When they saw Mo Jiuye lying on the wagon, they were extremely upset.

If not for these officials present, they would have torn Mo Jiuye, who caused the downfall of the He family, into ten thousand pieces.

However, after facing Peng Wang's warning gaze, the He brothers immediately lost all their bluster.

They could only reluctantly push the wagon to get going.

He Zhiran's actions once again attracted worshipful gazes from the Mo women.

Especially Mo Hanyue, who had been chattering nonstop around He Zhiran since they set off.

"Sister-in-law, you're so amazing. Not only does brother not need to get off the wagon, we even have free labor to use, making it much more relaxing for us all."

He Zhiran just smiled lightly at the little sister-in-law's praise.

She didn't feel like what she did was anything amazing, it was just some experience cultivated from her past life, as well as her personality.

Likewise with Mo Jiuye, recently in the capital there was still widespread talk of his triumphant return.

For such a person, Peng Wang sincerely hoped he could survive.

Of course, these were just his subconscious thoughts. If the Mo family dared to cause trouble on the road, he would still ruthlessly teach them a lesson.

He Zhiran did not know Peng Wang's thoughts. Hearing him call her, she hurried over.

"Official Peng, did you say my husband woke up?"

She deliberately showed a shocked expression while mentally preparing how to respond.

Peng Wang shifted his body to one side.

"I might have bumped into his wound just now. I don't know if it was painful or what, but he let out a muffled groan."

He Zhiran stopped the He brothers and went through the motions of taking Mo Jiuye's pulse.

She was actually doing this to give Mo Jiuye some time.

Because she was unclear of Mo Jiuye's plans, whether he would wake up now or wait a little longer.

Mo Jiuye was also deliberating in his heart.

On the surface he appeared to be lying unconscious on the wagon, but in reality he had not relaxed his vigilance at all.

From morning till now, he had been sensing the surroundings, even secretly observing when others were unaware.

In his observations, he did not notice any danger.

After thinking it over, Mo Jiuye decided to wake up.

Just as He Zhiran was still carefully taking his pulse, he let out a faint groan.

Peng Wang pointed at Mo Jiuye again and said: "See, isn't he really awake?"

He Zhiran retracted her pulse-taking hand, pretending to be delighted as she said: "Yes, my husband is awake."

Hearing this, Old Lady Mo and the other women also crowded around, the concern in their eyes did not seem fake.

It could be said, their acting skills definitely passed.

He Zhiran took the water bag from her waist.

"Husband, how are you feeling? Have some water first to moisten your throat."

Mo Jiuye also cooperated very well, arduously raising his head slightly and drinking two mouthfuls with He Zhiran's assistance.

Peng Wang kindly reminded: "He's weak now, dry steamed buns are not suitable. Let him drink more water to moisten his throat."

Although it was a reminder, his tone was still impatient as always.