klisemfg Chapter 2092 Inspecting the Scene
Chapter 2092 Inspecting the Scene
Yan Ruyu patted the medicine box on her back and met the doctor's gaze.
"I'm here to help you heal your injuries." Yan Ruyu looked at him, her tone calm but carrying an undeniable strength. "Find me a clean piece of cotton cloth, and boil some water, make sure it's piping hot."
The doctor was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth as if to refute, but when he saw Yan Ruyu's eyes, he swallowed his words.
He had lived most of his life and seen many doctors, but he had never seen any young master with such demeanor. His tone was calm, yet it made people want to follow his example.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned and called out to the inner room, "Bring a clean cotton cloth and boil some water!"
Soon, the young man ran over with a piece of cotton cloth and went to the kitchen to boil water.
Yan Ruyu walked to the bedside, first placing her hand on Yu Liang's wrist, then letting go after a moment, her gaze falling on the wound on his chest.
She switched her eyes and found that Yin Ding was right.
It was indeed extremely dangerous; if it had been just a little off course, Yu Liang would not have had any chance of being saved.
Clearly, the murderer intended to kill him.
Who is it?
Yan Ruyu calmed herself down and examined the wound that the doctor had treated. The bleeding had stopped and the medicine powder had been applied fairly evenly, but there was still some redness and swelling around the wound, which clearly indicated some inflammation.
"The wound is healing well," Yan Ruyu said to the doctor, "but there is still inflammation around the wound, so it needs to be cleaned again, otherwise it is easy to get infected and develop a fever."
The doctor paused, somewhat surprised.
I never expected this young master to be so mature for his age.
“Deep wounds are most susceptible to inflammation,” Yan Ruyu said, opening her medicine box and taking out a small porcelain bottle. She poured some pale yellow liquid onto a cotton cloth. “This is medicinal wine, which can reduce inflammation and kill bacteria. Could you help me cut his shirt a little more open so that it doesn’t touch the wound?”
The doctor quickly stepped forward and carefully cut open Yu Liang's clothes at the chest, trying to avoid the wound.
Yan Ruyu took a cotton cloth soaked in medicinal wine and gently wiped the skin around the wound. Her movements were gentle yet precise, and she wiped it clean with each stroke without touching the wound at all.
The doctor stood by, watching, his eyes widening.
He had been practicing medicine for many years and had treated many wounds, but he had never seen anyone clean a wound so meticulously. Moreover, the smell of the medicinal wine was extraordinary. Just from the aroma, he knew that it was made with the finest medicinal herbs, something that ordinary people could not afford.
After the water boiled, Yan Ruyu took out silver needles, sterilized them with boiling water, and then gently inserted a few needles into several acupoints around the wound.
"This will help his blood circulation improve and reduce his pain, so he'll suffer less when we change his dressing later."
As she spoke, she took out another bottle of powder from the medicine box, which was even finer than the silver ingot she had given her before: "This is a medicine to stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration. Applying it will help the wound heal faster and also prevent fever."
As the doctor watched her skillfully change the dressing and bandage, her movements fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause, his previous disdain vanished, replaced by admiration.
After Yan Ruyu finished bandaging, he couldn't help but ask, "Young master, your medical skills are truly amazing! In my thirty years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I've seen such excellent techniques. Which famous doctor did you study under?"
Yan Ruyu smiled and put away her medicine box: "It's just some family-inherited skills."
"Please trouble the doctor to prescribe another prescription and get some medicine, just a common prescription for treating external injuries."
"Okay, okay!" The doctor nodded quickly and turned to get back to work.
Yan Ruyu walked to the bedside again, took out an anti-inflammatory needle from her spatial storage, and injected it into Yu Liang.
Other medicines are important, but this is the most important.
She glanced at Yu Liang's face and saw that he looked better than before and his breathing was more even, which put her at ease.
At this moment, Yin Ding and Yu Fei also came in. Yu Fei looked at Yu Liang on the bed, his voice still trembling slightly: "Master, my cousin... is he alright?"
"He's alright for now," Yan Ruyu said. "His wound has been treated, and as long as he doesn't have a fever, he'll wake up in a few days. Yinding, later, sir, please write the prescription and prepare the medicine, then take him back to the Su residence."
Before Yu Fei could say anything, Yan Ruyu said, "We will investigate this matter thoroughly, so don't worry."
"Also, you should be more careful; this is no accident."
Yu Fei's eyes reddened, and he turned his face away to wipe them fiercely: "I'm not afraid. They dared to hurt my cousin, and I will avenge them!"
“You have to live to take revenge,” Yan Ruyu understood his feelings. “Later, I’ll have Yinding arrange people for you, as well as for your father. You can’t act alone; you must be in pairs.”
Yin Ding patted Yu Fei on the shoulder and nodded.
Yan Ruyu carried her medicine box to the door. Yinding watched Yan Ruyu get into the carriage and leave before turning back to the clinic.
He walked to the bedside and watched Yu Liang's steady breathing; a weight was finally lifted from his heart.
Yan Ruyu did not return to the Su residence immediately, but went to the place where Yu Liang was injured.
Yin Ding had already arranged for someone to guard the area and prevent others from approaching. The matter was handled promptly, as the alley was already remote and had few visitors, so the scene was not damaged much.
Once the carriage came to a stop, Yan Ruyu lifted the curtain and stepped out.
The wind at the alley entrance carried a slightly earthy smell as it rushed in. Her gaze passed over the mottled brick wall at the alley entrance and landed on the ground—a dark mark stood out starkly against the gray stone.
It was blood; she could tell without getting close that it was Yu Liang's.
She walked very slowly, her eyes scanning every inch of the ground: Yu Liang's blood stretched two steps from the alley entrance, then broke into fragmented drops, some stained with dirt, some smeared in the cracks between bricks, clearly traces left by a person struggling.
Yan Ruyu squatted down, her fingertips hovering half an inch above the bloodstain.
Yu Liang is basically not skilled in martial arts; judging from the marks on his face, he must have been in a fight.
Her gaze swept across the roadside grass and suddenly stopped—a glimmer of silver light was swaying gently in the wind through the gaps in the grass blades.
Yan Ruyu moved over, squatted down, parted the half-withered grass, and her fingertips touched the cold metal as she picked up the silver hairpin that was half-buried in the soil.
The hairpin wasn't particularly exquisite; the head was a simple bamboo leaf, and the tip was stained with a dark red. It wasn't Yu Liang's blood—Yu Liang's blood had already turned black and dried, while this dark red still had a slightly moist feel, as if it had just been applied recently.
"Could this be the murderer's blood?"
As this thought crossed her mind, she glanced down at the bloodstains on the ground.
She stood up and took two steps deeper into the alley. At the end was a sealed brick wall covered with withered vines, offering no way out.
However, there were some signs of trampling on the vines.
Perhaps Yu Liang discovered the murderer and followed him in. After the murderer injured him, he was afraid of being seen leaving through the alleyway, so he fled from here.