Upon hearing this voice, Cai Fanzhou and Lin Wanqing subconsciously frowned.
"What advice does Miss Su have for me?" Cai Fanzhou asked, suppressing his irritation, his fists clenching involuntarily.
The matter has been perfectly resolved, so why is Su Ruojin causing trouble again?
As far as Su Ruojin was concerned, Wangcai had indeed blocked her way and looked down on her, but he had already been punished by being caned, and his crime did not warrant death.
If Su Ruojin didn't know about Wangcai's injury, it would be fine, but now that the person has brought it to her face, she can't just ignore it.
"Young Master Jiang, could you please wait a moment?" Su Ruojin asked Jiang Qi'an in a low voice.
"Please go ahead, Miss Su." Jiang Qi'an picked up Xiao Bao and stood aside, watching with interest what the little girl was going to do.
Jiang Qi'an had seen countless wounded soldiers and soldiers punished by caning on the battlefield. Even though he didn't know anything about medicine, he could tell that the man on the wooden board had developed an infection due to caning.
Caning may seem simple, but if the wounds inflicted by caning are not cleaned and treated in time, they can easily become infected and even be fatal. It is not as simple as Lin Wanqing said.
Anyone with eyes could see that the man on the wooden board was teetering on the brink of death; he couldn't be cured so easily with just a few simple healing pills and three doses of medicine.
Jiang Qi'an didn't consider himself a good person. If Su Ruojin hadn't spoken up, he wouldn't have cared about the life or death of this stranger at all. What he was curious about now was what Su Ruojin would do.
"His injuries are clearly caused by caning; they smell terrible and are severely infected. They can't be cured with just a few ointments and three doses of medicine. If it drags on for another three days, he will surely die!"
Su Ruojin's voice was calm and devoid of any emotion, but her words "certain death" stunned everyone.
Wangcai's mother burst into tears again: "What can I do? My poor son!"
"Is it that serious? Miss Lin didn't say he was in any danger when she took his pulse just now."
"It's hard to say. Look at him, he's taking in very little air and exhaling a lot. I really don't think he can last much longer."
"Didn't Dr. Cai say the treatment would be free?"
“Do you know who this little girl is? She is Doctor Su from Renaitang. Her medical skills are no less than those of Doctor Cai. I believe Doctor Su.”
"No way, she looks so young, how could her medical skills compare to Dr. Cai's?"
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The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
Lin Wanqing glared angrily at Su Ruojin. This was the first time she had formally taken a pulse in front of others, and Su Ruojin's words were a complete humiliation to her.
"Su Ruojin, are you jealous of my success? My master and I kindly examined his pulse, and Jirentang even sent him ointment and medicine. What more do you want? Are you afraid that Jirentang will steal your Renaitang's business?"
"If you're not good enough, get out of the way and stop talking nonsense." Su Ruojin bypassed Lin Wanqing, who was blocking her way, and went straight to Wangcai's side.
First, he took Wangcai's pulse, then lifted his clothes to check the injuries on his back.
His back was red, swollen, and ulcerated, with many parts starting to fester and the pus not draining properly. He had sores all over his body, and even maggots in some places.
Some wounds were not cleaned in time and stuck to the clothes.
Su Ruojin took out a handkerchief and picked out a small piece of wood shard from a wound on Wangcai's back. This was from a broken edge of the wooden staff that had pierced his skin during the execution.
Su Ruojin stood up and first put a pill into Wangcai's mouth, then said, "He developed sores from the caning. As far as I know, wound healing ointment is effective for ordinary abrasions and minor cuts, but it's basically useless for sores from caning."
For those with cane sores, it is necessary to remove the necrotic tissue, then use a stone needle to drain the foul blood, apply wound medicine and angelica ointment, and then take a healing medicine.
This patient's pulse was so weak it was almost imperceptible, Miss Lin. You only lightly touched him, and you casually dismissed it as just an infection. What do you value human life in your eyes?!
Upon hearing Su Ruojin's words, Wangcai's mother forgot to cry for a moment and stared blankly at the little girl.
Lin Wanqing was furious: "Su Ruojin, you're deliberately slandering me! Who said a longer diagnosis time means a more accurate diagnosis? Was I wrong to say he had an infectious disease?"
Indeed, strictly speaking, Lin Wanqing was not wrong to say that Wangcai had contracted an infectious disease.
Su Ruojin raised an eyebrow: "Oh, then tell me, what medicine should he take to be appropriate for his condition?"
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