Chapter 73: Alive
In just a moment, she guessed the purpose of Mr. Fan's high-sounding and pretentious remarks.
Build a good name and cultivate reputation.
Marriage is determined by the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words.
The marriage between Mr. Fan and Feng Jinyu was most reasonable, as a matchmaker came to their house and Old Lady Feng agreed.
Moreover, in the eyes of almost everyone, it is too high to marry.
Now, Feng Jinyu is trying to commit suicide, and others will only think that Feng Jinyu is not chaste, virtuous, filial, and obedient, and that she has brought shame to her elders.
Mr. Fan, who was dedicated to fulfilling his promises, was instead given a good reputation as a gentleman who repays evil with kindness and keeps his promise.
As long as the good reputation spreads far and wide enough, the old scholar can suddenly become a popular figure and be favored by officials at the prefecture and county levels.
No wonder he is still a scholar at such an old age. Fish eyes cannot be mixed with pearls, and the stinking black water in one's heart cannot be mixed with ink.
Lu Mingchao shifted his eyes slightly and looked at the young man beside Fan Xiucai.
He perfectly inherited the genes of the old scholar's triangular eyes and garlic nose.
After all, the old scholar has studied for several decades and can pretend to be aloof and proud of being well-versed in poetry and literature. This young man is not very smart. To put it in a subtle way, he is frivolous and superficial. To put it bluntly, he is what the older generation calls a scumbag.
I'm not even as pleasing to the eye as Young Master Sun.
Mr. Fan nodded in a pretentious manner and said, "Sister-in-law, who is this?"
Looking at the woman in front of me with her hair in a bun, I felt a little regretful.
Aunt Feng frowned impatiently, "Don't call me sister-in-law yet."
Aren't scholars the most disciplined?
As long as the ceremony is not completed, this sentence should never be uttered by Mr. Fan.
This scholar Fan, why does he look older the closer you look?
"This is the wife of Xie from our village. I brought her to see Jin Yu."
As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Feng led Lu Mingchao through the small door on the west side.
Mr. Fan had an elegant and easygoing smile on his face and wanted to follow him, but Lu Mingchao pushed the door shut and said, "Mr. Scholar, a mouse has skin, but a man has no manners?"
In full view of everyone, Mr. Fan still wanted to enter Feng Jinyu's private room. Did he think Feng Jinyu didn't die quickly enough?
Mr. Fan wiped the dust off his nose awkwardly and sat back in dismay.
Fortunately, there were some vulgar and blind farmers around who could not understand the young woman's heart-wrenching words.
"Why does it feel like this Scholar Fan is in a hurry to marry Jin Yu?" Aunt Feng muttered softly as she led the way.
Lu Mingchao frowned and sneered.
The three greatest joys for a middle-aged man are promotion, wealth and death of his wife.
Feng Jinyu can bring Fan Xiucai the ladder to success that he has always wanted but has never been able to achieve.
It doesn't matter if you have no power, no influence, and no money. What scholars want is fame.
With fame, you will be promoted by those above you and flattered by those below you, and you will feel like you are rejuvenated.
As soon as I entered the room, a strong smell of blood hit me.
Feng Jinyu lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, blood soaked the soft cloth on his forehead and flowed down, covering his face.
There was a wooden basin next to the bed, and the water in the basin had turned red.
Lu Mingchao sighed, "Auntie Feng, go get a basin of clean water."
Aunt Feng picked up the wooden basin and explained incoherently, "Before I left, my mother-in-law was here to take care of Jin Yu. I didn't want her to die here."
"I know." Lu Mingchao said softly, "Go, Aunt Feng."
Lu Mingchao used small tweezers to gently peel off the soft cloth that had already been soaked through layer by layer, and the horrific wounds came into view.
The entire forehead was covered in blood.
No wonder Huai Qian and Aunt Feng both said that Feng Jinyu might not survive.
Lu Mingchao carefully cleaned the wound with saline, then evenly applied hemostatic ointment and wrapped it with gauze.
After Aunt Feng came in with the basin of water, Lu Mingchao wet a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains of varying degrees of driedness on Feng Jinyu's face bit by bit.
Even if he really couldn't survive, the fierce and straightforward Feng Jinyu should be clean.
Lu Mingchao leaned over Feng Jinyu's bed and whispered, "Jinyu, there will be hope only if you stay alive."
The wound on the forehead is tricky.
Feng Jinyu has no desire to survive, which is also a difficult situation.
"If you really can't wake up, the black-hearted old scholar will welcome your tablet into the house. He will step on your corpse to complete his reputation as a gentleman with flawless beauty. He will ascend to an official position, live in a mansion with carved beams and painted buildings, wear gold and jade, eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks, be respected by others, and enjoy wealth and honor."
"And you, when you go to the underworld, will also be called Fan, and you will be treated as a concubine by the old scholar's first wife who died long ago. You will have to serve her tea and water every day and endure being beaten and scolded. You will never have peace. When the old scholar dies, you will have one more person to serve. When that time comes, you will really be helpless, with no one to help you."
"Are you willing?"
"You clearly would rather die than marry an old scholar, but you've been hurt, bled, and even lost your life, but no one has taken your wishes seriously. So, how can you die?"
"If no one listens to you, you keep talking."
"Your death will truly help others."
"Do you want to spend your days and nights with an old scholar who is like rotten meat that can't be sold in the dog days of summer?"
Aunt Feng: These words make people feel gloomy.
Xiao Ming's mouth is as sharp as ever.
Lu Mingchao didn't know whether the unconscious Feng Jinyu could hear him, so he decided to give it a try.
Thinking of this, Lu Mingchao spoke even more mercilessly.
If you can't arouse the desire to survive, it's okay to arouse a little rebellious psychology.
In short, the core idea is "Only by living can your voice be heard and your wishes be respected."
Feng Jinyu developed a fever, and his cheeks, which had turned pale from excessive blood loss, turned red and hot.
There was another hectic process of lowering the body temperature.
Aunt Feng's eyes lit up. "Xiao Ming, could it be that Jin Yu heard what you said and got angry and got hot?"
If the patient can hear and his body responds, it means he can still be saved.
“Perhaps.”
Lu Mingchao pried open Feng Jinyu's mouth and poured down his throat a mixture of powdered antipyretic medicine and water.
Looking at the mouth that was pried open with great difficulty, Lu Mingchao raised his hand and drank another spoonful of anti-inflammatory medicine.
"Where is Mrs. Feng?" Lu Mingchao sat exhaustedly on a chair in the corner, his faint breathing echoing in the quiet air.
"I passed out."
"As I get older and get stimulated, my energy can't keep up."
Lu Mingchao calmed down his breath and asked, "Why did she insist on letting Jin Yu marry Fan Xiucai?"
"Then Mr. Fan is old enough to be Jin Yu's father, right?"
"I still remember what my aunt said when she advised me not to marry Xie Yan. So what does your mother-in-law want from him? Because he's old, because he's a traitor, or because he's a widower with two kids?"
"Men are afraid of choosing the wrong profession and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. Marrying the wrong man can lead to a lifetime of suffering."
"My aunt knows this truth, doesn't Old Lady Feng know it?"
Aunt Feng put down the wet handkerchief in her hand, and felt as if her neck was strangled by a big claw, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Of course it’s me