Chapter 509: Will Be Stupid for a Long Time
There were quite a few people gathered in the front yard at this moment.
Xia Yan came, Hu Zongxian and Xu Wei came, the guards came, Dou Jialan came...
Everyone looked very solemn. When Hu Zongxian saw Jiang Qing, he came over and whispered, "Shi Tou was hit by a knife and injured his waist. I have sent someone to the Huben Zuowei to invite a doctor."
When Jiang Qingzhi entered the room, he saw Sun Chonglou lying on the bed. Fu Cheng was tearing off his blood-stained clothes. His skinny hands were like sharp claws, so relaxed.
"Master..." Sun Chonglou gave Jiang Qingzhi a weak smile, "Am I... okay?"
scoff!
Fucheng tore the last bit of cloth into pieces, revealing the wound on Sun Chonglou's waist.
The wound looked bloody, with the flesh rolled to the sides and blood constantly gushing out.
"Let's talk about disinfection first!" Jiang Qingzhi said.
Fu Cheng turned around, "Alcohol."
A guard brought in alcohol, and Jiang Qingzhi soaked a towel in it and placed it on Sun Chonglou's wound.
"Ow!"
Amid the howling, Dou Jialan outside gritted his teeth and said, "It sounds like he has a lot of energy."
Mo Zhan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's not the internal energy."
"What kind of qi is that?"
"Pretending."
Dou Jialan's body shook.
While Jiang Qingzhi was wiping and disinfecting Sun Chonglou, he said, "I'll ask you to go to Huguo Temple less often! You like the hustle and bustle. When you see the hustle and bustle, you will forget everything else..."
Sun Chonglou was sweating profusely and asked with a smile: "How...how did you know that, young master?"
"I don't know you?" Jiang Qingzhi wiped the edge of the wound carefully. "You must have seen your favorite acrobatics and didn't even know someone touched you from behind."
"Hmm!" Sun Chonglou closed his eyes.
"Is it the female assassin?"
"Ok!"
Jiang Qingzhi asked: "How did you see it?"
"I...I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I turned around suddenly, and just then..."
"Stone."
"..."
"Wake up!" Jiang Qingzhi patted Sun Chonglou's cheek. Sun Chonglou slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Master."
"What does that woman look like?"
"Round face, small eyes, and... and... a red mole at the corner of the mouth."
Sun Chonglou's voice gradually became fainter...
"Shi Tou, don't sleep!" Jiang Qingzhi patted his cheek.
"Master, I'm...sleepy."
"Sleep later." Jiang Qingzhi glanced at Fu Cheng and said, "Go ask the military doctor where he is! The imperial physician! Sun Bu Tong, go to the palace and invite the imperial physician, go quickly!"
"Yes!"
The experience of the military doctors in treating external injuries is better than that of the imperial doctors in the palace.
But at this moment Sun Chonglou could fall into a coma at any time. Jiang Qingzhi was so anxious that he wanted to capture all the doctors in the world.
"Stone!"
Sun Chonglou remained silent.
The wound had been disinfected. Jiang Qingzhi sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Sun Chonglou.
"Uncle." Fu Cheng whispered, "I'm afraid that knife is poisonous."
Jiang Qingzhi said softly, "That year I met Shitou on the street. He was feeding half a steamed bun to a dog. A little beggar, his face pale and skinny from hunger, was willing to feed the dog with the bun he begged for.
I was a little curious... so I asked him why he didn't eat it himself? Shitou said, this little dog is pitiful."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Sun Chonglou. "Shitou may look ferocious, but he is actually a kind person at heart. He would cry when he saw those poor people, and he would want to give everything he had to help them. He would be furious when he saw those evil people, and he would want to kill them."
Fucheng lowered his head and turned away.
"That day, I brought him back to the mansion. Because of my father's embarrassing status, the servants in the house were quite dissatisfied with this..."
Generally speaking, families with some wealth rarely buy slaves from outside, but instead adopt a hereditary system where the servants’ children and grandchildren are servants themselves, producing and selling their own goods.
"Those servants were secretly making things difficult for Shitou. I didn't know it at first, until I accidentally saw a few servants beating Shitou, and then I flew into a rage."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Sun Chonglou, "But this silly boy said to me with a bruised face, 'Master, it's okay, I can take it.'"
Jiang Qingzhi's lips moved, "He had a very difficult year. I wasn't doing so well either. Those people in the clan made things difficult for my father. They loved to block me on my way to and from school, and either humiliate me or beat me up..."
Being the son of a concubine's wife and also killing his mother, this reputation made it difficult for Jiang Qingzhi to move forward in the Ye family.
"Shitou and I were beaten together, and we tried to fight back together. But they were outnumbered... One day Shitou told me that he wanted to learn martial arts. This kid talked a lot of nonsense, but I knew that the purpose of his martial arts training was to protect me."
"Shitou would practice quietly every day when he returned home. It wasn't long before he and I blocked those people. That time... we won a great victory."
"That year, I stabbed my cousin to death in the street. I thought he would die for sure, but he escaped because of his identity as a scholar. However, he was exiled to Taizhou Prefecture. I was weak and thought I would die on the way. But that day, a new prisoner came to the prison..."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "The new prisoner was quite arrogant. He shouted as soon as he entered the cell: I will kill anyone who dares to bully my young master. I was sleeping at the time and was stunned when I heard the shouting. I stuck my head out and saw that the new prisoner was Shitou."
He patted Sun Chonglou on the shoulder and said, "This kid grinned when he saw me and said, Master, I beat up those idiots."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Fucheng, "This fool is just that kind of person. He doesn't hide who he hates. If he likes someone, he will be very caring towards that person. He would risk his life for me!" Jiang Qingzhi narrowed his eyes, as if he was holding back something, "Find that person!"
Fu Cheng left the room with red eyes, "Round face, small eyes, and a red mole at the corner of her mouth. Go find her, no matter what the cost!"
The guards of Xin'an Lane came out in full force.
Jiang Qingzhi sat on the edge of the bed, watching the faint sunlight in the yard, listening to the early autumn wind blowing and the rustling of branches and leaves, as if he had returned to that year.
That year, Sun Chonglou was beaten by Ye's men to protect him and was bedridden. Jiang Qingzhi was also sitting beside the bed. The master and servant vowed to take revenge, while they were nervously calculating whether they would be beaten again.
The sun was particularly bright that year, but the next year, Suzhou Prefecture encountered a drought. The Ye family had a lot of land, and after their attention shifted to the fields, the situation of Jiang Qingzhi and his son improved a lot.
The doctor from the Huben Zuowei came and after a brief examination, he said, "My Lord, the blade is poisonous."
"Is it serious?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
"The key is to detoxify." The doctor said something nonsense, stretched out his hand and dipped it in the blood to taste it. Perhaps he felt that it was not enough, so he touched another handful of blood, smacked his lips and savored it carefully...
"I'm afraid this is... Master." The doctor looked up, "It's the poison from Yunnan."
"How do you know?" Jiang Qingzhi raised his eyebrows.
"Last time I went south, a brother of mine was poisoned, and I was the one who treated him."
The last time Jiang Qingzhi led the Huben Zuowei south, his subordinates had a conflict with Mu Chaobi's men in Kunming.
"There were five of us, and more than ten over there. Our brothers beat them to a pulp, but when we came back, one of our brothers was unconscious. I saw that the wound was not big or deep, so I felt something was wrong. Later, I quietly invited a local doctor, who said he was poisoned..."
This is a case of an impatient person meeting a slow doctor! Jiang Qingzhi's eyebrows were twitching, "Tell me if you can detoxify me!"
The doctor said, "Yes. But that brother was stupid for a long time after the poison was removed."
Could it be a poison to the nervous system? Jiang Qingzhi was stunned.
"Detoxify first."
Jiang Qingzhi gritted his teeth and thought, if you think it’s stupid, then just be stupid!
The doctor stood up and said, "I have to go get some medicine."
"Write a prescription and I'll send someone to do it." Jiang Qingzhi really couldn't stand this guy's slow temper.
After the prescription was written, Jiang Qingzhi ordered his servants to buy it.
"Don't worry." The doctor said slowly, "That brother was delayed for more than an hour, but it was nothing."
The so-called poison that kills instantly when it strikes blood generally does not exist... unless it is snake venom or a very corrosive poison. This includes arsenic, which is considered the most deadly poison by the public. Unless you eat it as a meal, you will be poisoned for a while.
The imperial physician came and brought the words of Emperor Jiajing.
"Your Majesty has already asked the people from the East Factory to investigate."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded silently.
The imperial doctors consulted and soon came to the awkward conclusion, "Although the wound is not shallow, it is not necessary to be unconscious!"
"It's poisoning." Jiang Qingzhi felt that the Taoist priest needed to prepare one or two specialists in external injuries for him, otherwise if he had surgery one day, these imperial doctors would be helpless.
The military doctors looked at these imperial doctors with reverence... just like the look of a doctor in a health center in later generations when he meets an expert in the industry.
The herbs were purchased, and the doctor began to boil them, while several imperial physicians analyzed the relationships and effects of the main, secondary, and adjuvant ingredients in the prescription.
……
Several beggars were squatting outside a restaurant in the west of the city to bask in the sun. Dou Jialan and a guard wanted to go into the inn next door to inquire about the news of the female assassin. After seeing the beggars, she suddenly remembered what Sun Chonglou had said.
——Beggars are the best informed.
Dou Jialan walked over and did as Sun Chonglou said: Don't show off. The more you show off, the more those beggars will like to cheat you.
"A relative of mine was assassinated. It was a woman with a round face, small eyes, and a red mole at the corner of her mouth."
She said sincerely, "I can't give you much, only fifty strings of cash."
Several beggars looked at her and one of them asked, "When will you give me the money?"
"I'll give it to you when I find it. I swear. If I don't, I'll die without a burial place."
"it is good."
The guard whispered, "These beggars can do nothing in an instant. The female assassin will probably run away if she succeeds in her attack."
"She won't run away." said Dou Jialan.
"Why?"
"As long as the uncle is still alive, her hatred will still be there."
In less than an hour, the beggars returned.
"The woman was seen in a tavern."
"Which tavern?"
"A small tavern next to a restaurant in the east of the city..."
"Can you lead the way? I'll give you two more coins!"
"Easy to say."
Dou Jialan raised his head, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Report to the uncle immediately!"
When Jiang Qingzhi learned the news, the doctor had already filled Sun Chonglou's stomach with medicine.
"Uncle, we found that woman."
Jiang Qingzhi stood up with a ferocious look in his eyes.
"Go and see."
(End of this chapter)
