Fu Shen mumbled something Yan Xiaohan couldn’t hear and leaned closer: “Hmm?”
Fu Shen stopped talking, slowly stretching his hands and feet in the warm blanket, but his brow was still tightly furrowed, as if enduring something. Yan Xiaohan studied his expression and tentatively asked: “Does something hurt?”
Fu Shen made a vague sound from his throat. Yan Xiaohan, who was about to help him dress, didn’t dare to move now, afraid of touching some hidden wound.
Just then, someone came to report that Shen Yice had arrived, so Yan Xiaohan carried him, blanket and all, to the bedroom.
Shen Yice saw him carrying someone in and almost popped his eyes out: “This, this, this…”
“Stop stammering,” Yan Xiaohan placed Fu Shen on his bed, “It’s the Jining Marquis. He knelt in the rain for almost an hour and just passed out from fever. Take a look, can he be saved?”
Shen Yice felt that the Jining Marquis had been appearing quite frequently recently but didn’t think too deeply about it. While checking Fu Shen’s pulse, he said, “What happened? He can barely walk, why would he kneel in the rain? My lord, were you also in the rain? Tell them to brew some ginger soup.”
Yan Xiaohan waved his hand in annoyance, not wanting to discuss that matter.
Shen Yice was very perceptive and did not ask further questions. He carefully took Fu Shen’s pulse, lifted the blanket to check his legs, wrote three prescriptions for medication, washed his hands with strong alcohol, and changed the bandages on Fu Shen’s legs.
Yan Xiaohan frowned and asked, “He was crying out in pain earlier. Could there be other wounds?”
Shen Yice suspected that the Chief Investigator’s brain had been ruined by the autumn rain. He patiently explained, “Kneeling on the ground for an hour would break even an iron knee, let alone his already shattered kneecap. Moreover, soaking wounds in water causes swelling and pain.”
And—” he pointed out the window, “People who have come from the battlefield, like the Jingning Marquis, fear this kind of weather the most. I guess he has many old wounds.”
Yan Xiaohan softly sighed, “An ordinary person could never become him.”
