Yan Qinglan's hands were ice-cold, and when they were touched by Wen Zhuojin's warm hands, it felt like being scalded.
Yan Qinglan wanted to break free, but with her current strength, she couldn't move at all.
Yan Qinglan was very resistant to Wen Zhuojin's touch. She stretched out her other hand to push Wen Zhuojin away, but she pushed nothing. She groped forward until she touched Wen Zhuojin's arm and then she used force.
Wen Zhuojin's breath caught in her throat, and she stretched out her hand and waved it carefully in front of Yan Qinglan's eyes.
The other person's eyes, as clear as gems, were wet and tearful, but she did not react to the hand shaking in front of her. She seemed to be staring at somewhere in the void.
Wen Zhuojin's hand moved closer, but it was still the same.
Wen Zhuojin was finally sure that the woman in front of her was blind!
Such beautiful eyes, but she can't see!
Wen Zhuojin's heart was in turmoil again.
Seeing Yan Qinglan gasping for breath and trying to get out of her hand, it felt like she was bullying her.
She couldn't bear it for a moment, so she let go.
If the other party can't see you, you will feel even more insecure.
Just by listening to her voice, you might not even be able to tell whether she is a man or a woman.
"I am a woman. In order to be able to walk around outside, I dress as a man, that's why I'm called a young master." Wen Zhuojin paused and spoke in a low voice, aiming to let the person in front of her let down her guard. However, this explanation made Wen Zhuojin herself feel a little guilty.
"I've brought you to my house, away from the Incense House. You're safe now. You're injured and need treatment as soon as possible. You want to live, don't you? Give me the hairpin. Your hand is bleeding and the wound is open. You can't exert any more force."
Wen Zhuojin continued.
Yan Qinglan's trembling stopped a little when she heard Wen Zhuojin's voice.
The sound in her ears is as sweet as summer fruit, full of vigorous vitality, and naturally makes people feel good.
However, for Yan Qinglan, this was not enough to make her let down her guard.
She still has what those people need.
They could come up with countless plans and try their best to deal with her.
As long as she doesn't hand over that thing, she still has a chance of survival.
Yan Qinglan was still on guard, still clutching the broken hairpin in her hand.
"Don't come near me. I can't kill you. I can kill myself, but you won't get anything."
Yan Qinglan said, her voice hoarse, weak and powerless, seeming increasingly soft.
Wen Zhuojin sighed softly.
Be patient with cats.
She also spent a long time showing kindness to the lion cat, feeding it, touching it, and getting closer to it little by little. After spending a long time together, it gradually gained her trust and the cat stopped scratching her.
However, the person in front of me is injured now, so I am afraid I don't have time to wait until she trusts me.
Wen Zhuojin took a few steps back and turned to leave.
She also has some incense for self-protection. The proportion of sandalwood and agarwood added to it is larger, and mandala is also added. The incense recipe calls this incense a "fascination incense", an enhanced version of calming incense, which can make people fall asleep in a very short time.
This kind of incense cannot be bought even in official stores.
She taught herself how to make it by following a recipe she found.
The incense materials needed are hard to buy on the market, so she bought some from a female doctor she knows at a high price.
Wen Zhuojin only did a very little.
The incense pills are a bit too strong and harmful to the body.
Wen Zhuojin herself had used it, and it produced some strange hallucinations, and she had a splitting headache when she woke up.
However, the woman's wounds were bleeding, especially the one on her ankle, and she was also running a fever. If the female doctor came to take her pulse later, she would not be able to receive normal treatment if she was still so agitated.
Wen Zhuojin thought about it and finally found the aphrodisiac pills.
Wen Zhuojin entered the room again, covered her mouth and nose first, then lit the incense pill and put it in the incense burner.
Everything in front of Yan Qinglan was dark, and she could only hear faint voices. She had no idea what the other party was going to do.
Soon, a bitter smell came from her nose. Yan Qinglan subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, her head already feeling a little dizzy.
There is something wrong with this incense.
It looks very much like the incense that person uses.
The girl spoke nicely and had a nice voice, and pretended to be so obedient, but in fact she was also that man's lackey!
Even if you cover your mouth and nose, you cannot completely stop breathing.
Yan Qinglan was already at the end of her strength, but she relied on her willpower to hold on and not faint. At this moment, the fragrance was like a hand, pushing her off the cliff.
Qingming was shaky and soon began to fall and completely lost consciousness.
Wen Zhuojin waited outside for a while and came in again to bring in hot water.
At this time, Yan Qinglan had already fallen on the bed, motionless.
Wen Zhuojin tidied up, extinguished the incense, opened the door curtain to let air circulate in the room and dissipate the intoxicating smell.
The floor heating in the room started burning and the temperature rose a little.
Wen Zhuojin sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out to pick up Yan Qinglan, and laid her flat on her back.
The woman now is finally obedient. She closes her eyes with tears still on her face, and she looks very pitiful.
There was blood and some stains on her face.
Wen Zhuojin dipped a handkerchief in hot water and wiped Yan Qinglan's face first.
The hair covering her face was brushed aside, and after her cheeks were scrubbed, Wen Zhuojin looked at Yan Qinglan in a daze.
It turns out that I already think Yan Qinglan is white enough.
Unexpectedly, there was actually a layer of dirt on my face that covered the original skin color.
After wiping it clean, the skin becomes white and translucent. Even after being tortured for many days, the skin is still in good condition, like the finest sweet white glaze.
With the eyebrows and eyes clearly defined, her appearance is even more stunning than before.
Wen Zhuojin was stunned for a moment and didn't dare to look any longer.
While cleaning Yan Qinglan's hands, Wen Zhuojin pried open her fingers one by one and took the broken hairpin from her hand.
I don't know what the other person did, but her fingernails were broken in several places, and some of the nails were almost half gone. It hurt just looking at it.
Wen Zhuojin cleaned it carefully, then applied medicine and bandaged it.
After wrapping her fingers, Wen Zhuojin looked at Yan Qinglan's outer robe, which was torn in many places, and reached out to untie the robe and take it off.
It can be seen from the robe that the original fabric is of good quality, and the lining is made of top-quality materials. As Luan Niang said, this woman used to be a pampered "lady".
With the outer robe removed, the woman looked even smaller.
You can tell whether there are any obvious injuries on other parts of her body by looking at the color of her inner clothes.
The main injuries were in the direction of the arms and ankles.
There was an iron ring around Yan Qinglan's ankle, and there were several broken links of iron chain. The original size of the iron ring might have been just right, but because Yan Qinglan's feet and ankles were swollen, and she had large patches of frostbite, the iron ring had sunk into the flesh. There were traces of the struggle all over her body, and her flesh and blood were blurred, with a large area of bruises.
Wen Zhuojin took a breath.
Her hands trembled involuntarily.
Is this how Xiaoxiangguan treats those "newcomers"?
Were they going to break those poor souls' spirits bit by bit, and torture their bodies until they had no strength to resist or escape?!
The iron ring that clasps the ankle is not locked at the joints, but is screwed together, and tools are needed to open it.
Wen Zhuojin could only clean the wound and apply medicine.
As for how to solve it, I need to study it further and go to the blacksmith shop to have a look.
When the injury on her foot was almost treated, Jin Rui said outside that Dr. Zheng had arrived.
Wen Zhuojin covered Yan Qinglan, thought for a moment, and then lowered the curtain on the bed before letting Dr. Zheng in.
The female doctor Zheng is named Zheng Qianqin. She is the female elder that Wen Zhuojin is most familiar with and closest to, besides Nanny Jiang and her aunt.
Wen Zhuojin was often sick when she was a child, so her family hired her as a caregiver.
She also likes the art of incense because of Zheng Qianqin. She learned a lot from her. She got some books about the art of incense and incense recipes from her.
She is considered half a teacher to Wen Zhuojin.
"Miss Wen, you won't let me sleep late at night and you still have to go out to see patients. What have you done? It wasn't long ago that you fell off your horse last time. You really make me worried." Along with the mumbling voice, a woman in her fifties came in.
She has a round face and round eyes, and looks very friendly, but her face is pulled and she seems angry.
The person who came was Zheng Qianqin.
"Aunt Zheng, I'm not the one injured. Thank you for your hard work. I'll double the medical fee." Wen Zhuojin took a few steps forward and took the medicine box from Zheng Qianqin's hand.
"I didn't see you looking for me a few days ago, but you came today. You are not injured, so why did you ask me to come?" Zheng Qianqin looked at Wen Zhuojin and saw that she was indeed not injured.
"Yes... I saved someone. She is injured. Please, Aunt Zheng, take a look." Wen Zhuojin said.
Zheng Qianqin glanced at Wen Zhuojin and didn't ask any more questions.
The capital has been in turmoil these days, and anything that happens is not surprising.
Zheng Qianqin took Yan Qinglan's pulse and checked her again. Unable to ask Yan Qinglan anything, Wen Zhuojin cooperated and told her about her condition.
"The vital energy is exhausted, the stomach energy is already broken, and the meridians are already close to failure. There is also an evil energy entangled in the body. I am afraid that her life will not last long."
Zheng Qianqin checked it and frowned.
"How is that possible?! Are you sure?" Wen Zhuojin was surprised.
She was struggling hard just now, looking like a cat with her fur standing on end. Although she was weak, she was still energetic and full of life.
Luan Niang kept lowering the redemption price, and she was a little suspicious.
But she is already blind and her ankle is in that condition, so she would probably have difficulty walking. The situation is very bad.
Wen Zhuojin still held on to a glimmer of hope.
"Why do you come to me again if you don't believe me? Her poor physical condition can be slowly recovered, but... she has been poisoned again. I can't tell what kind of poison it is, but it seems to be a fragrance poison, and the blindness is caused by this poison. If there is no antidote, the poison will continue to damage her body, and eventually her body will completely fail." Zheng Qianqin said.
Wen Zhuojin took a deep breath and accepted this fact.
"Aunt Zheng, is there no way at all?" Wen Zhuojin asked.
"There is a way. Fight against the destructive power of the poison, use medicine to keep you alive, and then hurry to find an antidote. Find the antidote as soon as possible, and after detoxification, take care of your body. Otherwise, you will only be treating the symptoms and not the root cause." Zheng Qianqin said.
"Please ask Aunt Zheng to prescribe a prescription first. I'll ask her what kind of poison she took, and see if I can find out when she wakes up." Wen Zhuojin said after thinking for a while.
Since she saved the person and saved her to the end, there is no reason for her to give up.
"...Saving her won't be easy. Her body is in such bad shape, and she's also battling the poison. The medicine she needs isn't cheap. A dose of medicine costs at least a hundred taels of silver. You, an unmarried girl, can't afford it. Furthermore, if the poison can't be cured, it's all in vain. Who is she? If she isn't your relative, you should just send her back to her family."
Zheng Qianqin said.
She always spoke directly to Wen Zhuojin, like an elder to a younger person.
"Aunt Zheng, please prescribe the prescription first." Wen Zhuojin said after a pause.
She had been sent to the Jiaofangsi, and then sent to the Xiaoxiangguan. What relatives could she have?
Wen Zhuojin just remembered that Luanniang gave her a bond, which should have the woman's name and some information on it.
Does she still have relatives?
"Okay, bring me the writing brush and ink. I'll write the prescription first." Zheng Qianqin said after looking at Wen Zhuojin for a few more seconds.
Wen Zhuojin came back to her senses and without thinking too much, she took Zheng Qianqin to the outer room, brought her pen and ink, helped her grind the paper, and asked her to write a prescription.
"Aunt Zheng, what about the fragrance poison? You don't know how to cure it. Do you know a female doctor or a physician who is good at this?" Wen Zhuojin asked again after seeing Zheng Qianqin finish writing the prescription.
"Your attainments in the art of incense have long surpassed mine, but you have little experience in incense poison and have never learned the method to detoxify. Among the people I know, you are the most likely to be able to detoxify this incense poison." Zheng Qianqin blew on the paper and said to Wen Zhuojin.
"Me?" Wen Zhuojin was surprised.
"Of course it's you. I only have a simple notebook on incense poisons. Take it and have a look. If you have no other options, or if you can get someone from the Tianxuan Palace to help, there should be a master of incense there, but it will cost a lot. As you know, the people there are very demanding. Here is the prescription for health care. The herbs in it must be old enough."
As Zheng Qianqin spoke, she took out a booklet from the medicine box and gave it to Wen Zhuojin, and also gave Wen Zhuojin the written prescription.