Chapter 184 Do you think I'm dead?
Ji Shu's gaze fell on the arm hanging by the bedside. Beneath the wheat-colored skin were firm muscles with prominent veins, but a bloody wound marred the arm at the elbow.
It must have been treated before she arrived; the bleeding had stopped, but the wound was still gaping open in a gruesome manner.
Just looking at it made her feel pain. Ji Shu opened the medicine box, took out a pulse pillow and placed it under his wrist, then put her slender fingers on it.
Whether it was her imagination or not, the moment her fingertips touched his skin, the atmosphere in the room seemed to drop a little, and even the veins on her arms seemed to bulge.
However, as a doctor, one should avoid being impatient and agitated. Ji Shu quickly calmed herself down and began to carefully take the pulse.
However, when examining the pulse, his brows furrowed more and more. The pulse appeared steady at first glance, but it was actually intermittent, clearly indicating that his internal organs had been damaged for a long time and that his chronic illness had penetrated to the bone marrow.
She glanced at the person inside, and considering that he was surrounded by so many guards, and that she was only showing him her arm today, with the upstairs area completely encircled, she decided it was best not to say anything and risk getting herself into trouble.
Withdrawing her hand, she said, "This young man only has superficial injuries and has lost some blood and energy. It's nothing serious. I'll write a prescription, and someone will come with me to get the medicine later. Apply the prepared medicine to the wound, and it will heal once the scab forms."
The subordinate waiting to the side visibly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked her.
He then took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it over.
Ji Shu took it, and the corners of her lips curved slightly in response.
As she was writing the prescription, the person leaning against the bed suddenly spoke up: "In the next few days, I'll trouble the young doctor to come and change my dressing."
Ji Shu paused, then turned sharply to look at the person inside. The voice was too familiar, but perhaps it was just her imagination.
She lowered her eyes to look at the medicine box and said in a slightly cold voice, "I have written the details of changing the medicine on the prescription. As long as you follow it, there will be no problem."
Pei Yanzhi stared at her back through the curtain, his Adam's apple bobbing silently. Today she was wearing a plain white dress, the cuffs of which were even frayed from washing.
He looked extremely poor.
Even so, he still possessed an unyielding spirit.
The spot she had just touched seemed to ignite something, making every inch of his body scream for her.
It was a kind of obsession that even he hadn't noticed, his eyes burning with intense heat, and his hand on the other side of the bed was already clenched into a fist.
Then, seemingly unintentionally, he withdrew his arm, and said in a low voice, "Since I am the doctor's patient, shouldn't the young doctor take full responsibility?"
This statement was very vague, even carrying a somewhat ambiguous meaning.
Ji Shu looked up and saw that the layers upon layers inside made it impossible to see what was inside.
He remembered that this man was either rich or noble, and if something really went wrong at this inn, it might implicate the owner. He also thought that the man's daughter was not even three years old, even younger than Qinghe.
After a moment of silence, he finally agreed.
Even after she stepped out the door, the sharp, sword-like gaze behind her seemed to follow her like a shadow, only disappearing once she was outside.
A thin layer of sweat had already formed on her back. Ji Shu stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs, her chest heaving slightly.
She walked to the counter and asked Manager Pang, "When did that guest on the second floor check in?"
Manager Pang calculated the days and said, "It's been about four or five days. He just tells us to bring his meals up every day, but there are quite a few people coming in and out of his room every day."
Ji Shu nodded and instructed him, "I will come to change your dressing every few days. Eat light meals to help your wound heal."
"Okay, sure."
Stepping out of the inn, Ji Shu looked up in the direction of Guangmin Hall, perhaps she was overthinking it.
The voice inside the room sounded too similar, but given his status, how could he possibly be injured so easily?
After she left, Wu Yang came out of the next room and pushed the door open to go in. At this time, Pei Yanzhi had already gotten up from the bed and was standing by the window.
His dark eyes watched her departing figure, still clutching the prescription written by the lady in his hand.
The prescription for the medication to be changed in the next few days was written down in great detail, along with dietary precautions.
He really does look like a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
He gave a very faint chuckle.
Wu Yang stepped forward, carefully applied the wound medicine prepared from the Imperial Hospital, and then wrapped it tightly with a bandage, the medicine stimulating the wound.
Pei Yanzhi groaned, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Seeing this, Wu Yang softened his movements and whispered, "My lord, why must you harm your health?"
If the civil officials in the court knew this, they would be furious. His Majesty would actually cut his arm for a woman.
Pei Yanzhi's resolute and cold face remained expressionless, as if the wound was insignificant.
He said calmly, "Since she already knows I'm here, and she's unwilling to see me, this is the only way?"
"But..." The price was too high, and he didn't dare to say the rest.
Even at this point, had the lord ever truly let go of his wife? From the moment he sent the young master to her side, it was a strategy of appeasement.
And now he's even willing to cut himself, just to get closer to her in a legitimate way.
Wu Yang calmed himself down, tied the bandages properly, and then stepped aside.
Pei Yanzhi looked towards Guangmin Hall, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked, "Have you found out anything about what I asked you to investigate these past few days?"
Wu Yang immediately replied, "It has all been investigated."
“Madam settled in Ganzhou three years ago…” Pei Yanzhi interrupted him directly, “Tell me something I don’t know.”
"Yes, it seems that Madam and Old Master Sheng are old acquaintances. Over the years, she has been practicing medicine under the name Sheng Shu. That's why when we found Ganzhou, the clues went cold."
"Furthermore... we've discovered something else—" He hesitated, glancing at his lord, unsure what to say next...
Pei Yanzhi said coldly, "Speak!"
"I have also discovered that Old Master Sheng intends for his wife to marry into the family in order to continue the Sheng family line. He has already selected no fewer than ten men this year."
"presumptuous!"
Upon hearing this, Pei Yanzhi flew into a rage, his heart aching unbearably. He kicked over the stool that Ji Shu had just been sitting on.
A surge of rage welled up in his eyes, and he roared, "Does he know who he's recruiting as a son-in-law? Does he think I'm dead?!"
Wu Yang glanced at his lord's expression and saw that he was so angry that his eyes were red, as if he wanted to chop up that old man Sheng.
Forcing himself to continue, he said, "It's not entirely Grandpa Sheng's fault. It was Madam who said... she said..."
Pei Yanzhi looked at him with his deep eyes, "If you want to speak, then speak. Why are you hesitating?"
Wu Yang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted out, "The lady said that His Majesty wanted to keep the child and remove the mother, despising her lowly status and unfit to be the Empress, so he wanted to poison her. She came here to escape—"
Upon hearing this, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Even if a pin were to fall now, you could probably hear it clearly.
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