Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 122 - 121: Frenzy

Just when Zhu Yu thought blood was about to spill on the spot, the sound of a "clang" was heard. Situ Jing, who had just rushed into the crowd, stood right in front of the imperial guard soldier, his knife horizontally blocking the incoming blade.

In that instant, Zhu Yu was certain she clearly saw sparks flying when the two blades collided.

"Pang Baihu, what are you doing?!" At this moment, Situ Jing also recognized who this red-eyed man really was and shouted.

But the man he called "Pang Baihu" showed no reaction, as if he hadn’t heard Situ Jing’s voice or recognized him, took half a step back, raised his knife a bit, then unexpectedly struck again from the right.

Situ Jing hadn’t anticipated Pang Baihu would become even more aggressive after seeing him, and he was taken aback.

Luckily, he was nimble; twisting his waist, he reversed his grip and blocked, deflecting the blade once again.

The two knives collided again with such force that even Situ Jing, a military general with unparalleled skills, felt a tingling pain in his wrist, and noticed Pang Baihu, despite his bloodshot eyes, seemed dazed and unable to perceive the situation clearly.

He exerted force to push Pang Baihu back along with his knife: "Pang Baihu, wake up! Look around, see where you are, and who’s around you!"

"Yes, yes, Pang Baihu, we’re your soldiers!" the imperial guard soldier who was almost sliced by him anxiously chimed in.

Others around them hurriedly spoke up.

"Pang Baihu, I’ve been training under you for almost two years now. Just yesterday you praised my progress!"

"Brother Pang, we’re from the same village! Take a good look; when I was selected for the imperial guard transferred to Li State, we agreed to make a name for ourselves, bring honor to the family, and return home gloriously! What’s happening to you?!"

However, these urgent calls and reminders did not clear Pang Baihu’s vision; he seemed not to hear anything, and once steady, swung his knife at Situ Jing again.

Situ Jing quickly assumed a blocking stance, but Pang Baihu simply feigned a hand raise, then suddenly turned and stabbed straight at a soldier behind him.

The soldier intended to use the same tactic, catching him off guard to hold him down, but unexpectedly, Pang Baihu’s sudden turn left him defenseless and skewered him with the large knife.

At this time, Lu Qing, who had been waiting for an opportune moment, waved a talisman: "Go!"

Three people quickly charged forward, drawing their swords and launching a fierce assault on Pang Baihu.

Pang Baihu, suddenly facing a three-person siege, showed no hint of surprise or fear, and like a startled animal, swung his knife fiercely.

Situ Jing hurriedly joined in, surrounding Pang Baihu along with the others, trying to subdue him while pushing him toward another side. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Seeing them corner Pang Baihu, Zhu Yu seized the chance and turned to ask Yan Daoxin: "How does your skill compare to Lord Imperial Censor’s?"

"About the same," Yan Daoxin replied.

"Then help me watch around and alert me if Pang Baihu charges over!

I need to check on that soldier," Zhu Yu said as she jumped off the rock pile, "If we delay, too much blood will flow and he’ll be done for!"

"Sure," Yan Daoxin instinctively agreed, jumping down the rock pile with her before realizing Zhu Yu’s intent, "What are you doing?!"

But Zhu Yu had no time to answer, urgently ran to the soldier who had been skewered, pushed aside surrounding soldiers, squatted down, and tore open the soldier’s clothes to see the exact location of the wound.

Fortunately, the location indicated a severe injury from the skewering but not enough to damage vital organs, so there was still hope.

Seeing the hot, fishy blood pouring from the wound, Zhu Yu swiftly pressed her hand on it, scanning the area, her eyes landing on a torch stuck into a nearby wooden pole.

"You! Quickly bring me that torch! Now!" she ordered a nearby imperial guard soldier loudly.

The imperial guard soldiers hadn’t figured out who this masked figure was, but seeing her intent to save their comrade, they dared not hesitate and rushed to bring the torch over.

Zhu Yu took the torch, quickly bringing the burning end near the wound.

The wounded soldier, barely conscious, groaned as he was suddenly scorched.

"What are you doing?!" one soldier couldn’t bear to watch, fearing she might recklessly torture their already dying comrade to death.

Zhu Yu had no time for explanations; removing the torch, she saw the singed skin faintly curl and change color, quickly passed the torch to someone else, pulled out a leather pouch from her bosom, opened it, and took out silver needles and silk thread, expertly aligning the skin and quickly began suturing the wound.

The soldier who had just questioned stood stunned and dared not ask further, and those around even helped block for Zhu Yu, in case Pang Baihu charged again.

Zhu Yu stitched the front wound and, following the same process, treated the back penetration wound.

Given the current conditions, she couldn’t ascertain the extent of internal damage, and could only do her best, leaving the rest to fate.

Finishing the last stitch, Zhu Yu exhaled slowly, packed away her needle and thread, and told the nearby soldiers: "Take him to the camp tent, seal the wounds I stitched with wax.

If by tomorrow he hasn’t developed a fever and the wounds don’t bleed again, apply antiseptic medicine daily.

Before changing the medicine each time, wash the old medicine powder from the wound with strong liquor, then apply new—be sure to use strong liquor, not regular wine, otherwise the wounds will fester and his life won’t be saved!"

The soldiers eagerly nodded, clumsily lifted their comrade from the ground, and, under protection from others, carefully moved him toward the tent.

Standing up, Zhu Yu felt her face soaked with sweat, attempted to wipe it away from her forehead, but her sleeve only brushed against the dry mask, reminding her of the leather mask she was wearing, so she had to give up.

Turning back, she saw Lu Qing and the others still tangled with Pang Baihu.

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