“Or Cosmo and I can just die,” Jenny sobbed. “But Cosmo is still a child…”

Matthew was deeply moved, quickly realizing the brutality of these people. Worried about Cosmo, he urged, “Stop crying. Call him and tell him you’ve gone to get Medieval Medicine. Make sure your brother’s safe.”

Jenny hastily retrieved her phone and called the man. The call connected after a few rings. On the video call, Noah smiled and asked, “Have you found Medieval Medicine?”

Jenny glanced at Matthew, who nodded. With newfound confidence, she replied, “Yes. I can get it by tomorrow. Let me see my brother first. I’ll only retrieve the book once he’s safe.”

Noah nodded. “Sure. I’ll let you see your brother.” He began walking, the camera shaking slightly as he seemed to pass through a long corridor before entering a room. Adjusting his phone, he aimed the camera at a bed.

Jenny screamed at the sight. “What did you do to my brother?”

Bedridden, Cosmo was hooked up to an IV, an oxygen tube, and various medical instruments. He looked seriously ill. Seeing her lively brother in this state horrified Jenny; a feeling of unbearable helplessness weighed heavily upon her.

Noah chuckled. “He’s getting an IV drip to prepare for surgery. If you don’t hand over the book in one day, I’ll sell his kidneys. If you delay another day, I’ll sell his corneas. If I still don’t have the book by the third day, I’ll sell his hair, vessels, pancreas, bone marrow, joints, intestines, liver, skin… I’ll sell everything that’s worth money! Decide when you want to hand over Medieval Medicine!”

He hung up immediately. Jenny’s face paled with fear. Quivering, she grabbed Matthew’s hand and blurted out, “You have to save Cosmo, please! I’m willing to do anything in return if you save him. I can be your wife—no, you already have a wife. I can be your lover. As long as you’re willing to save my brother, my life will be yours.”

Recalling Noah’s words from the video call, Matthew clenched his fists in anger, his nails digging into his palms until blood trickled down his hands, though he barely noticed. This was Matthew’s first time encountering such ruthlessness; he treated Cosmo, a living human, like a commodity. Hearing Jenny’s pleas, he shook his head. “Jenny, I will save your brother, but I’m not going to make any unreasonable demands. Your grandfather saved my mentor, and I’m merely repaying that debt. I’ll save your brother right away once I get the forged copy of Medieval Medicine tomorrow.”

Matthew and Jenny stayed up all night at the clinic. A car pulled up at the clinic entrance the next morning. An old man emerged, glanced at the clinic’s sign, and ambled inside.

Seeing Ansel had arrived, Matthew rose and asked, “Is the copy ready?”

Ansel produced a book. “I always strive to fulfill your demands. Have a look. Are you satisfied?”

The book looked poorly handled, as if thousands had flipped through it. Its edges were worn, each page ragged. It looked as if it could crumble to ash at any moment. Faded letters on the cover vaguely spelled out “Medieval Medicine.”

Flipping through the book gently, Matthew found the prescription for Seedsaver Potion. Neat cursive letters lined the yellowed pages, exuding an air of dignified sophistication. Several ancient hieroglyphs were also spotted across the pages.

Matthew looked at Ansel. “Is this a real or fake copy?”

Ansel chuckled. “Of course it’s a fake. I wouldn’t have spent an entire day on this if I had the real one.”

Matthew nodded. “Thanks for your hard work. You may leave now.”

Glancing at Jenny, Ansel nodded and left. With the forged copy of Medieval Medicine in hand, Matthew urged Jenny to call Noah. “Tell him to release your brother, then I’ll give him the book.”