Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 125 - 124: Invisible Fire

Lu Qing understood her meaning and nodded.

Fu Lu immediately drew a bundle of rope from his back and stepped forward, intending to firmly bind Pang Centurion several times, but was stopped by Zhu Yu.

"Don’t cover the wrists and chest, otherwise it’s inconvenient to examine," Zhu Yu told him.

"Rest assured, Chief Historian, I will be careful!" Fu Lu nodded, extended his large hands, and effortlessly flipped Pang Centurion over as if he were a lightweight bundle of straw. He then bound Pang Centurion’s arms behind his back and tied his feet.

Zhu Yu looked at the bound Pang Centurion, took several deep breaths, and carefully moved closer.

Yan Daoxin followed her step by step, noticing her cautiousness, and said beside her, "Don’t worry, he won’t wake."

Zhu Yu knelt down, her hand pressed against Pang Centurion’s forehead, noticing that his forehead temperature was slightly higher than that of a normal person. Getting closer, she could also see his cheeks were clearly flushed.

Pang Centurion’s breathing was very rapid, his chest rising and falling not too severely but with quick frequency, shallow and hurried between breaths.

Zhu Yu tilted her head and asked Yan Daoxin, who was kneeling beside her, "Does this Mist Smoke Pill cause rapid breathing and elevated body temperature?"

"No." Yan Daoxin replied very quickly.

Zhu Yu frowned and reached to flip open Pang Centurion’s eyelids, finding them unsurprisingly blood-red beneath, his normally white eyeballs covered with blood vessels, giving the shocking appearance as if his entire eyeball had been dyed red with blood.

Not right... Zhu Yu had a foreboding feeling, she quickly released the eyelids and instead grabbed one of Pang Centurion’s hands, fingers pressed on the wrist, immediately sensing powerful, quick, and intense pulsations with her fingertips.

"What’s his pulse like?" Yan Daoxin observed from the side, thinking Zhu Yu was clearly taking Pang Centurion’s pulse, yet her technique differed from his own learning, leaving him momentarily unaware of her pulse-checking method.

"I don’t know." Zhu Yu certainly wouldn’t flaunt her skills in front of Yan Daoxin, she shook her head honestly, and moved aside slightly, allowing Yan Daoxin to take over the pulse-checking, "I only know his heart beats too fast and violently, is there any medicinal solution that can help?

Otherwise, at this rate, I’m afraid the blood vessels throughout his body will burst, and by then, even the Daluo Immortals couldn’t save him."

Yan Daoxin glanced surprisedly at Zhu Yu from behind his hat, his hand pressing on Pang Centurion’s wrist, fingers lifting and falling alternately, quickly feeling the pulse pattern, his heart filled with even greater puzzlement.

Lu Qing’s new wife, who clearly claimed not to know pulse-taking, seemed truthful from her technique, yet she pinpointed the issue correctly, the Centurion’s pulse showed signs of excess liver yang, resembling a particularly severe headache, if not timely regulated, indeed as the new wife said, the cranial blood vessels are about to burst, the person’s life could be lost in an instant.

He couldn’t indulge his curiosity, quickly getting up to tell Situ Jing, "Quickly call for paper and ink, I’ll write a prescription, you have someone swiftly prepare and cook it for him, if it’s delayed, he can’t be saved, whatever you want to ask, you won’t be able to..."

Before Yan Daoxin’s words finished, he watched Situ Jing, who had been listening to him, suddenly change expression, with Lu Qing, whose face was obscured by a golden mask, already taking action beside him.

He stepped forward swiftly, grabbing Zhu Yu with one hand and Yan Daoxin with the other, pulling them back quickly.

Yan Daoxin, not as skilled as Lu Qing, stumbled a few steps, yet soon managed to steady himself.

Zhu Yu suffered a bit more, having just noticed something strange about Pang Centurion’s hand, being pulled forcefully from behind instantly losing her balance, only not falling because someone’s arm held her steady, preventing her from falling over.

Terrified, she looked up to find the one pulling her was indeed Lu Qing, then turned back to see Pang Centurion, who should have been asleep, had opened his eyes at some unknown time.

"This... how is this possible?" Yan Daoxin was clearly startled, his voice lacking the previous divine demeanor, transparently surprised.

No matter how surprising or unlikely, now the person had his eyes wide open, with a guttural growl from his throat, his arm muscles tensed.

If this wasn’t considered waking up, truly one wouldn’t know what is.

Yan Daoxin couldn’t start pondering why his usually effective Mist Smoke Pill suddenly lost its effect, hurriedly withdrew far away.

Fu Lu and rune quickly stood in front of Lu Qing and Zhu Yu, swords held defensively in front, vigilantly watching the person on the ground.

Pang Centurion tried several times but couldn’t break free from the ropes, his complexion increasingly purple-red, his eyes bulging as if about to pop out of their sockets.

Suddenly, with a loud shout, he strained his arms outward, the rope, two fingers thick, abruptly snapped in full view.

The surrounding soldiers were horrified, those nearby quickly withdrawing some distance, fearing Pang Centurion would suddenly leap up and attack them.

Yet Pang Centurion didn’t leap up, after breaking free from the ropes, he continued to roll on the ground, emitting constant wails.

Those cries were heart-wrenching, sounding like a living man tied to a hot bronze pillar undergoing cruel torture.

"Fire... fire... it hurts... it hurts so much..." he cried while wailing, rolling and twisting on the ground, fingers like they’d spasmed, twisted into unnatural shapes not usually made, "I’m on fire! I’m on fire! Fire... fire...

I’m burning... I’m burning... help me... help me..."

Situ Jing, clueless about what was happening, with so many people and pairs of eyes watching, there wasn’t any fire burning!

Yet Pang Centurion’s agony and howls didn’t seem fabricated, it appeared he really was being burnt by an invisible flame.

"Quickly get water!" Unsure if Pang Centurion’s reaction was too much like being engulfed in fire, Situ Jing instinctively gave orders.

Someone outside the crowd hurriedly ran to fetch a bucket to draw water.

Before the person fetching water returned, Pang Centurion, originally struggling and rolling in pain, suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, immediately losing consciousness. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

No more rolling, no more howling, his face turned and he became motionless.