Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 48 Treatment
  The killers are not stupid either. In the past, they bullied the minority with their numbers, but now they are the minority. How long will it take if they don't escape? They fought and retreated.

However, they were entangled by Yun Hao and others and could not escape at all. The reinforcements had already arrived. They got off their horses and quickly surrounded the killers and captured them in one fell swoop.

Yun Hao walked to the carriage and said, "Miss Zhao, I'll ask Wu Cheng to take you back to the city."

"Okay, thank you." Zhao Wangshu said with a slight smile.

"Wucheng, you come and ride the horse to take Miss Zhao and the others back to the city for medical treatment." Yun Hao ordered.

"Yes, sir." Wu Cheng came over and got on the carriage.

The carriage drove forward smoothly, and Zhao Jiahua, who was still in shock, climbed over and said, "Sister Shu, is your hand okay?"

Zhao Wangshu looked at his hand and said, "It's no longer bleeding."

"Sister Shu, you are so courageous." Zhao Jiahua said with admiration.

"The killer is right in front of me, so I can only put myself to death and live." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

"I wonder how the old lady and the others are doing?" Zhao Shuqing said worriedly.

Zhao Jiahua curled his lips and said: "The bad guys are chasing us, the old lady and the others will be fine."

After a pause, "If something happens, we can't help if we go back. What's more, Sister Shu's hand is injured and she needs to go to the city quickly to find a doctor for treatment."

"Sister Shu, do you know that adult?" Zhao Shuqing asked.

"I know him, what's wrong?" Zhao Wangshu looked at her, wondering if he had lost his affection for Zhao Shuqing. He always felt that her question had an ulterior motive.

"It was so dangerous at the time and we were all frightened, but Sister Shu was not afraid at all and even drove to save people." Zhao Shuqing said.

"There's no need to hide it, you just want to say that I have an affair with him." Zhao Wangshu sneered, "Sister Qing is not old, and she is quite thoughtful."

"The master said that the heart is like a Buddha, and people look like Buddha. The heart is like dung, and people look like dung. I think Sister Qing must be like this." Zhao Jiahua mocked.

"Sister Qing, please be more attentive in class from now on, so that you won't realize that saving others means saving yourself," Zhao Wangshu said.

"That's right, if Sister Shu hadn't been fearless in the face of danger, there would be no need for you to be jabbering here, and your words were thorny." Zhao Jiahua disliked Zhao Shuqing even more, and deeply regretted being so good to her in the past.

"I don't mean anything else, I, I" Zhao Shuqing felt aggrieved and was about to cry again.

"Don't cry, Didi. It seems that we have bullied you. You know whether you have other intentions." Zhao Wangshu leaned on the brocade cushion, feeling safe. When he relaxed, he realized that he was very tired and didn't want to talk anymore.

When Wu Cheng drove his carriage into the city, he surprised the soldiers guarding the city gate. Who was sitting in the carriage? He could actually get Long Tingwei's fifth-grade official to drive a train with thousands of households.

The soldiers let him go without asking any questions.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor saw Zhao Wangshu's hands. They were slender, white and tender, with no calluses on the fingertips. They were well-maintained hands, but the palms were full of blood and dirt. "How did it get like this?"

No one answered his question, so Wu Cheng urged him impatiently, "Hurry up and clean up the girl and give her medicine. Don't ask so many questions."

"Yes, yes." The doctor brought some potion to wash Zhao Wangshu's hands.

"Hiss." The potion stimulated, and Zhao Wangshu gasped in pain.

"Be gentle." Wu Cheng said fiercely.

Zhao Jiahua frowned and said with a distressed look on his face: "Doctor, please be gentle."

"The girl's wound is very deep. It is difficult to apply medicine unless it is cleaned thoroughly." The doctor explained.

"It's okay, I can bear it, don't worry about washing." Zhao Wangshu said with a face full of pain.

The doctor washed his left hand and his right hand. It was not too hot and he was covered in sweat. There was nothing he could do. The look in the eyes of the strong man next to him was too scary.

After cleaning the wound, the doctor was about to apply medicine to her. Zhao Wangshu said hurriedly: "Wait a minute." "Sister Hua, please help me take out the gold wound medicine from my purse." Zhao Wangshu accepted Yun Hao's kindness and used the medicine he left. Down the medicine.

Zhao Jiahua pursed her lips and smiled, took off the purse hanging from her waist, took out the porcelain bottle from it, and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor is a person who knows the goods, "This is the golden medicine made by Ouchi. It is a rare good medicine on the market."

"Stop talking nonsense and apply the medicine quickly." Wu Cheng urged.

Zhao Wangshu's hands were tightly wrapped by the doctor, not even a finger was exposed.

"Doctor, my palm is injured." Zhao Wangshu reminded him.

"There is a small wound on your finger. Let's wrap it up together. Girl, you need to avoid food and hair in the past few days. Otherwise, the wound will be difficult to heal. The weather is not too hot. Girl, come back in two days to change the dressing."

"Remember, thank you doctor." Zhao Wangshu nodded slightly and thanked the doctor.

Wu Cheng paid the consultation fee and said, "Miss Zhao, please get on the carriage."

Zhao Wangshu said politely: "Master Laowu is here."

When Wu Cheng sent the four people to the Zhao family mansion, Mrs. Zhao and her group had not returned yet.

Mrs. Zhao was surprised and surprised when she saw the four of them, "Why are you four the only ones back? Where is the old lady? Why are you still holding your hand?"

"Auntie, we met gangsters on the way back." Zhao Jiahua answered her question. Zhao Wangshu's hand hurt so much that he was listless and didn't want to talk.

Of course, Zhao Jiahua's answer was written with some Spring and Autumn style. She dared to say this because she was sure that Zhao Shuqing did not dare to expose her.

"How could such a thing happen? Oops, I have to send someone to find the master. You all should go back to your room." Mrs. Zhao just sent away the four girls without even preparing a bowl of soothing soup.

"Shang Rong, go to the Yamen quickly to find the master. Something big happened at home. Ask him to come back quickly." After Mrs. Zhao sent the people out, she went to the small Buddhist hall.

Kneeling in front of Guanyin Buddha, he murmured in a low voice, "Blessed by Bodhisattva, please don't let anything happen to the old lady. It's a critical time for me, so I can't let Ding You go. He'er has to attend the Qiu Wei Festival, so there's no need to delay."

Zhao Wangshu returned to his room and received good news from Mrs. Qiao, "The eldest young master passed the college examination."

"That's great." Zhao Wangshu was very happy, and even the pain in his hands seemed to have eased.

Both her father and brother are famous. As long as the Qiu Wei and Chun Wei pass smoothly, she can leave the mansion and no longer have to be trapped in this mansion waiting for Mrs. Zhao to sell her at a good price.

"By the way, Master He, have you passed the college examination?"

"No."

"I'm still white. I'm afraid my marriage to the Jiang family won't work out."

"The Jiang family may be willing to wait one more year."

"If you wait for a year, you are just a scholar, and you may not be able to pass."

Taking the imperial examination this year is the most time-saving. You can pass the college examination in April and the provincial examination in August. If you pass the examination in the spring of next year, you will be awarded an official position.

At this time, Lan Fen came in with tea, "Girl, drink tea."

Zhao Wangshu's hand couldn't hold the tea, so Lan Fen hurriedly said: "I'll feed you as a slave."

After drinking tea and moistening his throat, Zhao Wangshu ordered: "Chengxiang, go to the second door and wait. The old lady will tell me as soon as she comes back."

To be honest, she didn't care too much about Mrs. Zhao's life or death. What she cared about was her two maids.

(End of this chapter)