Chapter 754 - Life-saving Medicine
Bone Painting Coroner
Translator: Rozenbach, Editor: Aruthea
The village chief was beside himself with joy, âMany thanks Your Highness, youâre the benefactor of our Zhang village.â They were so effusive with their thanks they practically performed a full set of formal kowtows!
Unexpectedly, Jing Yi chose this moment to be a wet blanket, âChief, you shouldnât express your thanks so early.â
Hm? Heâs up to something again.
The chief was confused.
Jing Yi looked at Jing Rong and spoke, as though reminding him, âThe dispersion of relief funds have always followed the rules set by the capital; not every matter requires the attention of the imperial court. If that were the case, then wouldnât all the provinces report to the capital over every minor kerfuffle. Should that happen, wouldnât it throw our Great Lin into chaos?â
âThat may be so, but we both saw the situation of Zhang Village. The never-ending rain has precipitated disaster in the form of floods. Although there were no casualties, their homes have collapsed and the losses were massive. There is no reason why the capital should leave them to their own devices.â
âBased on your words, it looks like the Ministry of Revenue will be working overtime!â He was obviously being sarcastic.
Jing Rong gave him a sidelong glance, âRegardless, I will do what I can.â
âYouâll do your best to fight for them but the court officials may not necessarily give their approval.â
How beastly! Jing Yiâs words implied that he would be inciting the officials to obstruct him.
Given Zhang Villageâs situation, it may be difficult to request disaster relief funds. After all, the extent of this flood was minor and without casualties. Jing Yi and his faction could easily cite precedents according to Great Linâs laws to block them. Then, it would be difficult to ensure that the funds would be distributed evenly no matter how benevolent the Emperor may be.
It seems that another âconfrontationâ will be happening soon! Jing Rong couldnât be bothered to argue with him.
The village chief couldnât comment on the princesâ argument, and could only silently pray that the imperial court would be able to provide assistance.
Just at this moment, Wen Shisan and Ji Yunshu came back and returned to their respective seats.
Noting Ji Yunshuâs facial expression, Jing Rong asked, âLooks like you two parted on bad terms.â
She didnât reply.
He took that as a silent agreement. They really did part on bad terms.
She sighed, âIt seems that even Heaven does not wish for some individuals to be good people.â
âItâs not for the heavens to decide who would be a good or bad person.â Jing Rong spoke. âIf a person wants to be good, then they would be righteous no matter what. If they chose to be evil, they would still commit crimes even if you gave them everything they want. Although I do not believe in Buddhism,, I still believe in the saying âGood or evil; they will always receive their just dessertsâ.â
A big thumbs up for that! Her heart was originally shrouded in a fog of doubt that soon dissipated after hearing his words.
Ji Yunshu nodded and let out a light sigh. âYouâre right.â She smiled lightly and lifted her teacup. Just before her lips touched the cup, she was interrupted by a series of violent coughs.
She turned towards the noise and found the wheelchair-bound old man coughing non-stop. His face turned completely red before he collapsed from the wheelchair altogether and fell heavily onto the ground.
Zhang Daqi hastily helped him back up, âAre you alright, Father?â
âCough, coughâ¦â He coughed up blood. The surrounding villagers crowded around them in concern.
âFather!â The elderly man continued to cough for some time before finally stopping. However, his wheezing made it sound like he was at deathâs door.
The village chief made his way over, striking the back of his hand into the palm of his other hand worriedly, âWhat do we do now? Where would we be able to find a physician in such heavy rain?â
Zhang Daqi could only rub his fatherâs chest in an attempt to sooth him.
Seeing the situation, Ji Yunshu got up and walked over, pushing her way through the crowd and knelt down by the elder. âLet me take a look.â
âAre you a physician?â Zhang Daqi asked.
She shook her head in denial, âIâm not.â
âThenâ¦â
Without waiting for any more doubts, she placed a hand on the patriarchâs chest and pressed lightly a few times whilst frowning slightly. After that, she took out an ornate medicine bottle and took out a single pill.
Just as Ji Yunshu was about to feed it to the old man, Zhang Daqi stopped her. âHold on.â He asked, âWhat kind of medicine are you giving my father?â
âThis is a life-saving medicinal pill.â She then pushed the pill into the elderly manâs mouth without explaining further.
âGet me some water.â A villager immediately handed a bowl of water to her.
Not long after the old man had ingested the medicine, he leant into his sonâs arms, his condition much better than before. Zhang Daqi finally relaxed. âMany thanks to this gentlemanâs help.â
âNo need.â She demurred.
The village chief quickly bade people to help the elderly to his feet and gave them instructions, âThe few of you, take Old Man Zhang to the back of the ancestral hall to recover.â
A few villagers stepped up to help carry the old man back onto the wheelchair.
However, Ji Yunshu detected some kind of smell. It was very familiar but only lingered for a while before it disappeared, so she didnât pay it too much attention.
The village chief expressed his gratitude, âMany thanks for your help just now.â
âI only did what I could.â
How humble!
Ji Yunshu returned to her seat to face Jing Rong, who had a load of questions for her, âSince when did you learn to treat illnesses?â
âThese two hands of mine can only be used for the dead, how could they be used for saving lives?â
âThen just now?â
âThe medicine that I fed the old man was something Mo Ruo had given to me. He said that it was a life-saving medicine. I thought that it would help, so I gave it to him. It looked like it works well.â
âWhy did he give you medicine?â
This⦠How should she explain this?
Should she tell Jing Rong that she was poisoned with toad poison and that it might relapse at any moment, which was why Mo Ruo gave her a bottle of pills to keep on her person?
But what ended up coming out of her mouth was instead, âHe was probably worried that Iâd get hurt? You must know that there had been many cow spirits and snake spirits during our journey here.â
This excuse was faultless, but Jing Yi happened to be within earshot.
He knew full well that the so-called cow demons and snake spirits were referring to him. He shrugged and laughed, before replying without even looking at her, âIf youâre meant to die, not even the gods will be able to save you.â His mouth is really rotten!
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong couldnât be bothered with him.
Following that incident, Jing Rong asked the village chief âDid the old manâs family contract some illness?â
The village chief replied, âItâs a chronic illness, thatâs alsoâ¦â He was hesitant to continue speaking.
Ji Yunshu wondered, âChief, I noticed that the elder seems to have some hidden illness. If you donât mind sharing, maybe His Highness and I would be able to come up with a solution.â
âActuallyâ¦heâs not ill.â The village chief answered. âI had previously told you the story about our villageâs Buddha statue. Ever since the statue cracked, a lot of young men had died. A few years ago, Old Man Zhangâs son also passed away. Since then, his mental state deteriorated and he became senile. He fell and broke his leg not too long after. Heâs been like that after that, with his physical condition getting worse and worse.â
No wonder! Of course he would be saddened, having lost his beloved son. However⦠âThat man called Zhang Dasheng is also his son.â
âThatâs right, Old Man Zhang actually had three sons. However, due to the strange events that happened in the village, one passed away and one ran off, leaving behind Zhang Daqi who remained by his fatherâs side. Yet, heâs also a pitiful soul. Old Man Zhang was already mentally unstable and often used a knife to slash at Zhang Daqiâs face. Heâs really pitiable, just look at his face, thereâs seven scars there. In addition, Zhang Daqiâs has yet to take in a wife even at this age.â
One couldnât help but feel sympathy upon hearing that!