On the second day, a medical officer was sent from the imperial pharmacy at Huiji Gate.
Because Yang Wan was a female official, the rule of the inner court was to examine the patient through the tent.
The people from the East Factory were watching her closely, and they wanted to cover the doctor's eyes. The doctor was so angry that he threw down his medicine box and said, "How can we treat this? Let her take care of herself."
He said this with a frown on his face.
Yang Wan leaned on the couch feeling somewhat helpless, but she could only advise: "My Lord, don't be angry, just leave some medicine."
The medical officer pressed his temple, then opened the medicine box, took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and said as he checked, "The most important thing is that it can't get wet, it can't be worn out, and you have to be extra careful when you get up and sit down."
As he spoke, he looked around and saw that they were all men, all standing far away. He couldn't help but sigh, "He's injured like this, and if there's no one to take care of him, how can he recover?"
When the factory guard heard him say this, he couldn't help but say, "What do you know, sir? You're just talking nonsense."
The medical officer rolled his eyes and said, "What do I know?" He packed up his medicine box, walked to the door, and said sarcastically, "Can you guys go in and serve you?"
He didn't look at the road ahead, and just as he finished speaking, he bumped into Deng Ying.
"Oh, the factory supervisor..."
After all, this was the territory of the Eastern Depot. Even though he had high aspirations, he couldn't help but feel timid when he met Deng Ying.
Deng Ying, however, bowed to him and said, "Deng Ying is rude."
Seeing how humble he was, the medical officer felt embarrassed and quickly bowed and said, "No problem, no problem."
Deng Ying stood up with his hands down, glanced towards the front room, and asked respectfully, "Excuse me, sir, how is the injury of Yang Zhangji?"
"oh."
The medical officer lowered his voice and said, "I didn't dare to offend you, so I didn't see it too closely. But since it's just a superficial wound, there's no need to rush."
Deng Ying nodded in response and asked, "She had a very high fever at night. I don't know when it will go away."
The doctor realized why the guard said to him "You know nothing" when he just teased Yang Wan that no one was serving her. It turned out that the official of the East Jishi Factory was serving the people in person. Thinking of this, he looked at Deng Ying again and saw that he was wearing casual clothes, with his sleeves half rolled up. He was not shy at all, watching the water that was about to boil on the stove in front of everyone. His voice was also very calm, "She seems to be unable to eat anything, but she can drink some water."
"It's good to be able to drink water."
At this point, the medical officer glanced at the factory guards behind him. Seeing that Deng Ying dared not speak for the time being, he simply said to Deng Ying as he usually told the palace servants: "The wound is inflamed, so it will definitely cause fever. Apply the necessary medicine three times a day, and don't miss the necessary medicine. Her wound is not shallow, so don't rub it if you can. If you take good care of her, the fever should subside the day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow."
"Yes, Deng Ying understands. Thank you, Doctor."
After he finished speaking, he bowed again and stepped aside to make way for the medical officer.
Qin Wende waited until Deng Ying stood up before replying from behind.
"Master, Hu Bingbi from the Imperial Household Department came here today."
Deng Ying turned around and asked, "Are you talking about the imperial trial?"
"yes."
"When."
"The day after tomorrow."
Deng Ying lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment. He bent down to pick up the water on the stove and said softly, "Okay, I understand. Let's follow the instructions of the supervisor."
Qin Wende followed and asked, "Master, did this case come to us from the Northern Pacification Office?"
Deng Ying nodded. "That's right, but this is just a special case in the inner court. The Eastern Investigation Bureau still has no regular authority to conduct an interrogation."
"I understand."
**
At this time, Yang Wan in the direct room had just put on her jacket, supported herself on the couch and sat up, lifted half of the quilt, pulled her silk pants down to her knees, and wanted to apply medicine on herself.
Although the wound on her leg was more serious than the wound on her waist and abdomen, Yang Wan could see it herself, so it was easier for her to apply medicine. She was about to reach out to take the bottles and jars that the medical officer had placed on the table when the lock on the door rang. Yang Wan raised her head and glanced at the door. She hurriedly tried to retract her blanket, but she pulled the wound instead. She lost her strength due to the pain, and her body slumped down and she fell off the couch.
Deng Ying closed the door, squatted down, picked up Yang Wan from the ground, and said to the outside: "Lock the door."
Then he said, "Hold my shoulders."
Yang Wan gasped in pain, but still subconsciously reached out to grab her silk pants that were about to slide down her knees.
Deng Ying looked down at her hands and said, "I'll help you in a moment."
Yang Wan's ears turned red, but she didn't dare to move anymore. She quietly pulled her hand back and grabbed the tie around Deng Ying's waist, "Did you see that..."
"What?"
Yang Wan raised her head and saw him pursing his lips gently.
"I… "
“Yes.”
He was afraid that she would be humiliated if she said it, so he quickly agreed to her words, and then gently carried Yang Wan back to the couch, supported her waist to help her lift her lower body, and pulled up the silk pants that had almost slipped to her ankles. The silk material rubbed against the wound, and Yang Wan couldn't help frowning. Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Deng Ying had to slow down his movements, "Does it hurt?"
"It won't hurt as much if you go faster."
Deng Ying withdrew her hand and stood stiffly in front of Yang Wan, "I can't let Song Yunqing come over..."
"I know. Actually, it's better that she can't come. She has a bad temper. Seeing me like this, who knows how she'll scold me."
Yang Wan interrupted him, also intending to comfort him.
Deng Ying did not say anything else. He reached out and picked up the medicine bottle left by the medical officer, looking at the name label on the bottle in silence.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yang Wan leaned on the couch and looked at him.
She still had a fever, her face was flushed, and her eyes were a little wet.
"I just…"
"Don't apologize, Deng Ying."
She interrupted him again, looked at his profile, and said softly, "Although I feel ashamed, I am not embarrassed. I asked you because I don't want you to keep it in your heart and think about the scary words you said in front of Yang Lun by yourself."
She gently pointed out Deng Ying's concerns, and Deng Ying was speechless and could only nod silently.
Yang Wan looked at the medicine bottle in his hand. "I can apply the medicine on my leg myself, but I can't see the wounds on my waist and ribs. I'm sorry, I know you don't want to, but I can't ask anyone else for help."
There is indeed no one here who can help Yang Wan.
The palace maids were not allowed to have private contact with Yang Wan, and the guards outside were all men. Only Deng Ying himself was an eunuch.
Everything seemed to be arranged, so that his hidden desire could be exposed, but it also seemed that a high execution platform was built for him, with Yang Lun, Concubine Ning, Yi Lang, and even Bai Huan and Zhang Zhanchun, all standing under the execution platform and looking at him. His shame was exposed.
Up to now, he has a clear conscience towards most people, but in front of Yang Wan, he feels that he can only continue to live if he has a guilty conscience.
"Wan Wan."
She called Yang Wan, squeezed her hands on her knees, bent down, lifted her shirt around her waist, and gently pressed it with her wrists.
Yang Wan felt his warm breath on her skin. She was about to agree, but then she heard Deng Ying say, "I'll keep it in mind for the next few days, but forget about it after you get out."
"Why should I forget?"
Deng Ying warmed the medicine on her palm and gently applied it to her wound.
"If you don't forget, I will be at my own ease."
After hearing this, Yang Wan didn't say anything, but looked at Deng Ying and shook her head.
There were dozens of whip wounds, some as short as two or three inches long, some as long as running through the ribs to the navel.
Yang Wan looked at the bed frame, trying her best to distract herself from the thought, and pursed her lips to endure it.
Only when Deng Ying stood up and tidied the quilt for her did she let out a long breath.
Deng Ying stood by the table with his back to the table, cleaning up the blood stains on the medicine bottles and handkerchief. Tan Wende stood by the window and said, "Sir, the people from the Northern Pacification Office are here. We are going to have a trial today, so we need you to come over."
Deng Ying glanced at the shocking blood stain on his hand and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Tell the Pacification Division to wait."
Qin Wende rarely heard Deng Ying say such things. He was stunned at first, but then he felt relieved.
"Yes, I will ask them to wait."
"Is Zheng Bingbi okay?"
Yang Wan came to her senses, leaned back on the couch, and asked Deng Ying softly.
Deng Ying responded: "Don't think too much."
Yang Wan shook her head. "This is the nth time this trial has taken place."
“It’s the third time.”
"Did you use torture in the previous few times?"
When she mentioned the word "punishment", her shoulders trembled involuntarily.
"No the first time, but the second time... the injury was not serious. Don't think about him for now. His Majesty will interrogate you tomorrow. What you say concerns you, the entire Chengqian Palace, and even the more than one hundred land clearing officials in the south, including Lord Yang."
Yang Wan swallowed and lowered her head, saying, "I understand. I know my limits."
After she finished speaking, she looked up at Deng Ying and said, "Deng Ying, do you want to use this opportunity to take over the interrogation and detention rights of the Northern Pacification Division?"
"I've been thinking about it, but I haven't figured it out yet."
"fine… "
Yang Wan clasped her hands together in the quilt and said, "I will think about it carefully and report to Your Majesty tomorrow."
Deng Ying said: "Your Majesty is different from Zhang Luo. He won't torture you, but... he holds everyone's life in his hands. However, he is always more accurate than me in understanding your Majesty's thoughts. I don't have anything to say to you at this moment. I can only say one thing, take care of yourself and don't think about saving anyone."
Yang Wan asked after hearing this: "Did Zheng Bingbi tell me anything?"
Deng Ying lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Speak..."
Yang Wan struggled to sit up, and Deng Ying hurriedly supported her. "The Heju case has been complicated since the moment you were imprisoned. Empress Ning is guilty, Yang Lun must be escorted to the capital immediately, and the clearing of fields in the south must be put on hold. What you and Chengqian Palace need to do now is to clear Zheng Bingbi and not even think about saving him."
"I know, I won't be reckless, but Empress Ning..."
Yang Wan pinched the quilt, "Empress Ning will die of pain."
Deng Ying sighed, looked down at Yang Wan, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice.
"Is that true?"
"What..."
"Empress Ning and Zheng Bingbi were old acquaintances."
Yang Wan nodded.
"It's true. I helped the queen save him once outside the Yangxin Palace. I remember he came to thank me."
"Um."
"That was also the time when I learned about the relationship between the Queen and Zheng Bingbi. They were not only old acquaintances, but they also fell in love with each other when they were young. Later, in the palace for many years, they never spoke to each other even though they met, all for the sake of each other's safety. That time in the Yangxin Palace, His Majesty wanted to beat Zheng Bingbi to death, and the Queen almost lost her composure. This time, because it concerns Yang Lun, she might endure it, but..."
Yang Wan felt a sob in her throat and couldn't continue.
Deng Ying sat with her.
The sun was shining outside the window, and the shadow of a large solitary tree's crown fell on Yang Wan's shoes through the curtains, and then gradually climbed up to Deng Ying's knees.
Deng Ying saw the same retribution as Zheng Yuejia in this shadow, but he didn't want to tell Yang Wan.