Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation

Chapter 28: The bones contain injustice (4)

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Song was a little uncomfortable. He was helped to the barrel and he gently broke away from the two women's hands and said, "You guys, please step back. I will do it myself."

The one on the left is shorter and plump, called Cheng Zhu, and the one on the right, tall and thin, is called Cheng Bi. When Cheng Zhu heard what Song Que said, his eyes widened and he said, "Master, has Cheng Zhu done anything wrong?"

Cheng Bi let go of his hand and took a step back, but lowered his head and did not leave. Hearing Cheng Zhu's question, he glanced at Song Que secretly, as if he also wanted to know why.

Seeing that both of them looked cautious, Song took a step back and said, "Help me undress."

Cheng Zhu immediately became happy. Her face was round and when she smiled, she felt like she was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but Song felt guilty about employing child labor.

The two of them seemed to be used to this task, and their movements were light and fast. When they took off the innermost layer of clothes, they couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Song Que's physical quality has been improved and he is not easily injured, but for existing injuries, recovery must comply with the Basic Law. It had only been a day since Song Que's body was bruised and bruised. Not to mention the scars, it looked like the flesh had not even healed.

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Cheng Zhu took a breath and said, "Master, you are so injured..."

Cheng Bi said anxiously: "I will go and ask Butler Liu for a doctor right now."

Song Que nodded to Cheng Bi first, then saw her quickly retreating, then said to Cheng Zhu: "It's not an intrusive injury. I want to take a bath by myself. You wait at the door and come in later to help me get dressed."

Cheng Zhu hesitated to speak, and finally retreated dejectedly.

Song Que finally did not fall into the miserable situation of being naked in front of two little girls. He took off his underwear and got into the bucket. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and when he was touched by the water, he almost felt so painful that he was covered in cold sweat.

Song Que looked up and saw a basin of water beside him. After thinking about it, he thought it should be used for washing his hair, so he leaned against the bucket and took a bath while washing his hair.

The system felt a little guilty: "Don't the host feel any pain?"

Song Que was sweating in pain while joking with the system: "It hurts so much. Do you have any function to adjust the pain value?"

A system that once again felt useless: “…nothing.”

Song Que smiled and changed the subject: "By the way, what determines the progress of our mission? In the previous world, because he was an actor, he became so famous that it became a distraction. It's hard for me to judge now. .”

The system also seemed a little uncertain, hesitating for a long time: "It should be to achieve success in the eyes of the world, right?"

Song Que said: "Your reminder is so broad. Are the people in the world everyone in this world, or the people in this world who know me, the people in this moment, or the people in this world that continue according to the timeline?"

The system thought seriously for a while and felt that it was going to crash.

Song Que added: "Also, is this determined based on the impact that has been achieved, or is it an evaluation that includes future impact? For example, if I do something now, and it is destined to be famous for generations, will it be included in the evaluation?"

The system hesitated and said: "I'm so smart, I should be full, right?"

A built-in program like this is the development side, and the system itself is the application side. Song Que completely lost his confidence after being asked a few questions.

After a while, the system responded: "What do you want to do?"

Song Que must have had some bad idea to ask so carefully.

Song Que smiled and said, "I want to do something interesting."

No matter how the system asked, he would just let it read and find out.

Song Que washed his body, wiped it casually twice, put on a pair of pants, and only called Cheng Zhu in after making sure that he would not act like a gangster in front of the little girl.

When Cheng Zhu saw that he had done so many things by himself, tears were about to fall again. He held layers of clothes and helped him put them on. He sobbed and said: "Master, Cheng Zhu is not afraid. Let Cheng Zhu wash it for you." .”

But Song realized that the little girl thought he wanted to wash the wounds on his body because he didn't want others to see them. He immediately felt that this was a good reason and said sadly: "I feel uncomfortable."

Cheng Zhu wiped his tears and said nothing more, but Song thought that he would no longer have to fight with two little girls over bathing in the future.

Cheng Zhu had just helped Song Que tie up his clothes when Cheng Bi's trembling and joyful voice came from the door: "Master, the county magistrate has hired a doctor for you."

Song Qing raised his eyebrows and went to open the door himself. Standing at the door was a middle-aged doctor with just a few strands of white hair. He looked energetic and very reliable.

Doctor Liang did not expect that he would come to open the door in person. He was stunned for a moment and said: "Liang is here to diagnose and treat Mr. Song on the order of Magistrate Gao."

Song stepped aside and said, "Doctor Liang, please come in quickly."

I don't know if the county magistrate's reputation is too great, but Butler Liu, who was waiting outside, also followed Dr. Liang in, and now planned to guard the door. Song Que led Dr. Liang into the wing, followed by Cheng Zhu and Cheng Bi.

Dr. Liang found it strange to see that his steps were steady and his expression was natural. He did not look weak and dying, nor did he look strong on the outside but dry on the inside. When I checked his pulse again, I found that his pulse was just like his appearance, and his Qi was like grass and trees in spring, endless and continuous. He was healthier than Dr. Liang himself, and he didn't look like he had been severely tortured at all.

Doctor Liang's pulse was a little long, so Cheng Bi hesitated and said, "Doctor Liang, my young master's injury is a bit difficult to deal with?"

Cheng Zhu also became anxious when he heard this.

Doctor Liang was a little embarrassed and said, "Can Mr. Song please undress and let Liang take a look at the wound?"

Song Que nodded naturally, but before he could take action, Cheng Bi had already stepped forward, and Song Que could only enjoy it. As the clothes were taken off layer by layer, those hideous wounds were also exposed. Doctor Liang was shocked, and then suddenly realized: "Young master, do you know some kung fu?"

Song Que glanced at the two women and saw that there was no surprise on their faces. He knew that they did not understand the matter, so he responded generously: "They are just proficient in fists and kicks."

Doctor Liang then felt normal and said: "Young Master, why should you be so modest? Liang has been practicing medicine for many years and has met several people in the world. Those whose pulses are as strong as the Young Master's are mostly men in their forties who have accumulated decades of experience." The master’s injury looks serious, but it’s just a flesh wound on the master’s body. Use the saprophytic muscle removal ointment I prepared and it will heal in half a month, but the pain will be unbearable when used, and the pain will dissipate after a quarter of an hour.”

Song Que said: "Thank you, Doctor Liang."

Doctor Liang smiled and said: "It's my job. But Magistrate Gao feels that I'm sorry for you, so he specially asked me to treat you, and he also apologizes. To avoid suspicion, he can't just visit you now."

Song Que said: "Don't worry, the county magistrate just did what he should do, so he can't be wronged. The real person who can't be sorry to me is the person who deliberately framed me. Doctor Liang, if it's convenient for you, can you help me?" Ask County Magistrate Gao, what happened to little brother Ji Qiong in the prison?"

Doctor Liang was already giving him medicine, and Cheng Zhu Chengbi beside him watched the dosage carefully and remembered each one in his mind. Hearing what Song Que said, Doctor Liang said: "Liang is going to return to life anyway, it's just a matter of words, don't worry."

Song Que thanked him. The medicine Dr. Liang applied seemed to be starting to work, and the pain after the medicine had overshadowed the pain of the wound itself. Song Que's breathing was slightly chaotic, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, forcing himself to calm down, and then his breathing gradually became normal. A piece of softness covered his forehead covered with cold sweat, but Song raised his eyes and saw Cheng Bi. She wiped the sweat on his face with a silk handkerchief. As if feeling his gaze, she accidentally met his eyes and then quickly looked away.

Song Que sighed secretly in his heart.

After Song Que put his clothes back on and asked Butler Liu to see Doctor Liang off, he went to the cheap dad's room.

It was a little different from what he thought. Mr. Song was not the image of a fat man, but a very capable little old man, but he was lying in bed at the moment and had no energy.

As soon as Song Que entered the door, he saw it.

When Liu Fang came to report to him, he only said that Aunt Chen was raped and murdered, the eldest young master was taken away as a suspect, and today was the day of trial, and Qian was taken away again. But Mr. Song was very clever, and he immediately connected the joints.

Song Qing was taken away for several days, but there was no news about him at all. This matter could only be done by Qian. She took advantage of his inability to move or speak, and put his eldest son in jail. But now, Song has come back in full, but Qian has not come back. What else does Mr. Song not know? He pounded the bed, wanting to hear Song Que say it again.

Song Que actually understood. He walked up to Mr. Song and recounted everything that happened in the courtroom. Mr. Song's face turned red when he heard that Qian killed his concubine, framed his eldest son, and even gave him a cuckold. Even the children didn't know whose father they were. These words were said in the court again. I am afraid that they would spread throughout Xiuning County and his face would be completely humiliated by Qian.

Song Que saw that Mr. Song's eyes were slightly bulging in anger, and said: "Qian's punishment will be in a few days, and the upbringing of the younger brother and younger sister..."

Mr. Song smashed the bed board several times angrily.

Song Que said: "The Qian family has lost their moral character and is not worthy of being the mistress of the Song family. However, the child is innocent. After all, he is of my Song family's blood. My father is inconvenienced and I am willing to take care of him."

Master Song was so angry that he punched the bed board twice more, turned his back, and ignored Song Que.

Song Que went out and saw a little boy, dressed in fine clothes, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Song Que's. He should be his younger brother.

The young master was stunned when he saw him. He kicked his calf and shouted, "Give my mother back! I don't want your hypocrisy!"

The maid next to him was so frightened that she covered his mouth.

Song Que glanced at her and said, "Take good care of the young master. I will visit him when I have time."

He didn't intend to argue, and it wasn't the time to correct him. He just said a few words and left.

Cheng Bi was tidying up in his room, and Cheng Zhu followed him.

But Song remembered with complicated emotions that he seemed to be a widowed person, and he also had a daughter

He asked Cheng Zhu: "Where is the little lady now?"

The author has something to say: I see everyone’s appeal for extra updates, but it’s impossible to have extra updates every day. It really can’t be done. On the basis of ensuring daily updates, would it be better to give everyone double updates on weekends? (If there are additional updates on the weekend, they will start from the weekend of next week. My saved manuscripts are almost used up due to the exam, so I will basically have to update them naked. I have to save up...)