Chapter 1032 Fifty Whips
Yu Er knew that Yu Jiu was not only good at poison, but also knew medical skills.
Maybe Yu Jiu has a way to cure him.
Since there were outsiders present, Yu Jiu needed to maintain her image as the county magistrate's wife.
He looked at Yu Er with concern and said with red eyes.
"Don't worry, I will definitely save you."
The court doctor reminded cautiously, "Madam, I just checked the county magistrate. His internal organs are already in serious failure. Even if the Golden Immortal came, he might not be able to be saved."
Yu Jiu shook her head with tears in her eyes, perfectly portraying the poor lady who was unwilling to accept the cruel reality that her husband was about to die.
"No, he won't die. I will definitely find a way to save him!"
The court doctor tried to persuade her a few more times, but the county magistrate's wife refused to listen.
In the end, there was no choice but for the court doctor to shut up. In fact, he could understand that anyone who encountered such bad news would find it difficult to accept the reality for a while.
Yu Jiu held Yu Er's hand in return, pretending to be sad, and secretly took Yu Er's pulse.
Yu Jiu soon came to the conclusion that Yu Er was not sick, but was poisoned by the Seven Days Drunk!
Yu Jiu had also used Seven Days Drunk, so he was very familiar with the properties of this poison.
A person who is poisoned will not experience any symptoms for seven days after being intoxicated, until the toxicity takes effect seven days later.
Once this poison breaks out, there is no cure!
Now Yu Er is experiencing the onset of the toxicity.
Yu Jiu's heart sank to the bottom.
He finally understood the meaning of the incoherent conversation between Fang Wujiu and Wen Jiucheng.
The "today" those two people were referring to was the outbreak of the Seven Days of Drunkenness in Yu Er's body!
Wen Jiucheng was imprisoned in the death row seven days ago. Before he was imprisoned, he had fought with Yu Er, and he had cut a deep wound on Yu Er's ear with the tip of his sword...
Wait! That wound!
Yu Jiu reacted suddenly. He leaned over, reached out to lift up the hair on his temples, and saw a long wound at the base of his ear.
The wound has already scabbed over and appears to be healing well. The scab will fall off in just two days.
But Yu Jiu stared at the wound, anger surging in his heart.
Both he and Yu Er were tricked by Wen Jiucheng!
They all thought that Wen Jiucheng cut Yu Er's ear just to see if Yu Er had changed his appearance, but in fact, Wen Jiucheng's real purpose was to poison Yu Er!
Yu Er stared at him intently, his voice becoming lower and lower, and his breath becoming weaker and weaker.
"Save me...save...me..."
Yu Jiu took great effort to suppress the anger boiling in his heart, and said to the housekeeper and the palace doctor.
"I know a famous doctor who may be able to cure the county magistrate, but he never sees patients. I have to take him out."
The housekeeper asked which doctor it was?
Yu Jiu just shook his head and said with tears in his eyes: "That doctor is a reclusive master. He doesn't want outsiders to know about him. You just need to do what I say."
Upon hearing this, the butler had no choice but to shut up and stop asking questions. He quickly asked someone to prepare the carriage.
They carefully carried the county magistrate into the carriage.
Yu Jiu lifted her skirt and got into the carriage, and gave instructions to the butler standing beside her.
"To prevent people from getting anxious, don't spread the news that the county magistrate is seriously ill. If anyone comes to see the county magistrate, you can say that he is out for something and will be back in two days."
The butler responded, "I understand."
The carriage left the county magistrate's mansion from the back door and headed straight for Zizai Temple.
Today, the Zizai Temple is still very popular, with pilgrims coming to worship inside and outside. Many pilgrims want to ask the old immortal to tell their fortunes, but they were all rejected by the Taoists.
At this time, the old immortal was in the backyard room, treating the dying Yu Er.
Yu Jiu stood quietly by and watched.
After a moment, the old immortal withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed: "It's too late. The Seven Days Drunk in his body has already taken effect. There is no medicine to cure it."
Yu Er was already in a trance at this time, and he didn't react much when he heard this. He just mechanically repeated those two words -
"Save me..."
Obviously, he didn't want to die.
But the old immortal was not a real immortal after all, and he could not bring the dead back to life.
Yu Jiu was not surprised by this result.
The seven-day drunkenness can only be cured before the poison takes effect. Once the poison takes effect, there is basically no cure.
He sent the person here on purpose, just holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
At this point, the last glimmer of hope had been shattered, and Yu Jiu had to accept the fact that he had been tricked.
The old immortal said slowly while washing his hands.
"Yu Er can't die at this time. He is still useful to us."
Yu Jiu knelt on one knee and said, "It was my fault this time and someone took advantage of me. Please punish me, father."
The old immortal wiped his hands and spoke earnestly.
"Go to the punishment hall and order fifty lashes. As for the hole left by Yu Er's death, you must also find a way to fill it. You know that Tianmen doesn't keep useless people, even if you are my adopted son."
Yu Jiu lowered his head: "Yes!"
He stood up and walked out.
The Punishment Hall is a place inside Tianmen specifically used for executions and torture. Yu Jiu is no stranger to this place.
From childhood to adulthood, whenever he made a mistake, he would come here to receive punishment.
The transformation poison in his body was still there, and his appearance still maintained that of the county magistrate's wife. He looked so weak that he seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away.
Even so, the head of the execution hall showed no mercy.
Fifty lashes, each one was delivered with full force.
Yu Jiu leaned his hands against the wall, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.
When he was a child, he would cry out when he was punished because he couldn't bear the pain. However, his crying would not bring him sympathy and pity, but instead would result in even more severe punishment.
Because my father said that Tianmen doesn’t keep useless people.
If you can't even bear this little bit of pain, you're no different from trash.
When the fifty lashes were over, the head of the punishment hall put away the bloody whip and bowed respectfully to Yu Jiu.
"My apologies, Ninth Young Master."
Yu Jiu curled the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile full of sarcasm.
He picked up the coat that had been thrown aside and put it back on to cover the large bloodstain on his back.
Yu Jiu has his own secluded courtyard in Zizai Temple.
Someone cleans the courtyard every day, and it is clean inside and out.
He went to the courtyard, took off his blood-stained clothes, wiped the blood off his back with a wet towel, and then poured a bottle of medicine powder on his back.
His movements were very casual, and he didn't seem to care whether the powder could be evenly sprinkled on the wound.
This medicine has a strong hemostatic effect, and the blood in the wound begins to coagulate and form a scab after a while.
He threw two more pills that could help heal his wounds into his mouth, chewing and swallowing them like candy beans.
After cleaning up, Yu Jiu left the courtyard with a normal expression.
He has always been very penny-pinching.
Whoever caused him to suffer must be paid back tenfold!
(End of this chapter)
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