Lu Youli's gaze followed Jiang Ling's hand, and he was shocked when he saw Jiang Suihe's arms, which were still slowly bleeding.

"So, your mother is pitiful, and my two daughters deserve to suffer, right?" Jiang Ling's words were so impeccable that no one could refute them.

Lu Youli bit his lip, unsure of what to say. Just then, Jiang Yaojie emerged from the crowd carrying a large pile of medicine. He looked at Jiang Ling and said, "Mother, I've brought the medicine back. Doctor Zhu said the money isn't urgent and can be given later!"

Jiang Ling nodded, indicating that Jiang Yaojie should go and treat Jiang Suihe's wounds first.

"Mrs. Jiang, Physician Zhu, how much silver do we need to give?" Lu Youli asked, seemingly having made a great decision.

“Wenxi needs to take medicine for five days, three doses a day, each dose costs 50 copper coins, for a total of 750 copper coins. Since Suihe and Wenxi have injured one arm and the other forehead, Doctor Zhu added 100 copper coins, for a total of 850 copper coins.”

"Here's one tael of silver, Jiang Shi, please keep it. The extra is on my behalf, as your uncle, to buy some things for my two nieces to help them recover..."

"Lu Youli! Are you out of your mind?! Why are you giving her money?! She was the one who wanted to call Doctor Zhu over, she was the one who wanted to save those two good-for-nothings! She's the one who wants you, why are you giving her money?!" Old Mrs. Lu, whose wrist had been held by Jiang Ling, immediately perked up and started yelling incessantly when she saw her son about to give money to Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling, who was about to reach out to take the money, immediately withdrew her hand. With a stern face, she said, "Lu Youli, you don't need to pay for my two daughters' medical expenses. I've decided to take your mother to the county government and let the magistrate judge how much money your family should pay us!"