"Fourteenth Master, what's wrong with you? This servant is the third eldest son of the Tong family. Please open your eyes and take a look."

"Tong Laosan! Let go of the damn thing right away. If you keep shaking me like this, I will be shaken to death by you." Dorgon spoke weakly, his voice as low as a mosquito's cry.

Tong Laosan immediately withdrew his hand and carried the stretcher upstairs with Dr. Serkin himself. Soon, the two men came down again and carried Zilharang up.

"My Lord! Aren't you doing well in Moscow? What happened? How come you were so seriously injured!" Tong Laosan's tone of voice was filled with tears.

"It's okay! Do you still have those medicines you got from the Ming Dynasty?"

"Yes! Yes! It's all transferred from France. What's the name of penicillin? I heard that this stuff is specially used to treat redness and swelling of trauma. The French army has some, and we paid a high price for it."

"Haha! Now, you have to rely on this thing to save your master's life. Prepare the boat and go to Helsinki tonight. Go and get ready, bring more penicillin and all the penicillin." Dorgon finished saying this

Then he closed his eyes again. Now his physical strength was very, very low.

"Master! The sea is bumpy, your body is weak...! Do you want to recuperate for a few more days before we go to sea again?"

"Idiot, you won't leave tonight. When Her Majesty the Queen's envoy arrives tomorrow, none of us will be able to leave. Do as I say! Once we arrive in Helsinki, we will be safe for the time being."
Chapter completed!