The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 94: I’ll Be Fine

This might fool others, but it won’t fool Rong Di.

Indeed, the General has studied medicine.

But that was limited to watching Elder Ge save people in his spare time and... borrowing books. Pulse reading was self-taught!

Life on the border was tough, so the General used it to pass the time.

"Don’t think I don’t know, during that bonfire banquet, after a few drinks, you hit the wrong person."

Rong Di sneered, "If you knew it was the General sitting there, would you have dared to make a move?"

Elder Ge: ...

He... really wouldn’t have dared.

Despite Wei Zhao showing him respect, his methods of torment were countless.

Outsiders say Wei Zhao humbly requested him three or four times to join the Wei Family Army as a military doctor.

That’s all lies!

Wei Zhao only came once!

He threw enough money to last a lifetime.

Arrogantly, he gave only one incense stick’s time for consideration.

Realizing he hit the wrong person, chills ran down his spine at the time.

Wei Zhao slowly stood up, turned to him, and wiped the Cloud-breaking Spear in his hand, "Have I offended you, Elder Ge?"

"No, no, no."

Wei Zhao: "No matter."

He was easy-going, speaking lazily, "It’s just a few hits, nothing serious, can I really hold a grudge?"

"Even if you cracked my head open, I wouldn’t mind."

Listen! How beautiful those words were!

It moved him deeply at the time!

He thought Wei Zhao had finally learned to be humane!

But Wei Zhao turned his head and had Fu Meng stay in his tent for five nights!!

Elder Ge didn’t even know how he survived those five nights!

Fu Meng had a big temper! He acted meek only in front of Wei Zhao, walking arrogantly on the borders normally!

That dog... Hu Dongxi, not only occupied his bed, but also had him serve water at night!!

What good life could he possibly have?

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On the outside, Yu Tingwan knew nothing.

After entering the resting compartment and seeing Wei Shen’s barely-there breath and ice-cold body, she gritted her teeth and lit the last bit of charcoal.

After feeding Wei Shen a few sips of hot water, she tucked the quilt tightly over him and rubbed his hands, occasionally bringing them to her lips and breathing warm air.

Wei Zhao’s hands were cold, his face was cold.

Yet somehow, it felt like a fire was igniting inside, unbearably hot.

He tried to withdraw his hand.

It wouldn’t budge.

He even received a glare from the girl.

Hui Niang occasionally glanced outside.

"I don’t know if there’s a doctor who would come over immediately to see Lang."

"They really seem busy, the attendant said those two doctors didn’t even have time for dinner."

"With so many patients outside, I just saw a few clutching their stomachs in pain, claiming they’d eaten something bad."

"That’s not even the most pressing issue."

Hui Niang frowned deeply.

"Right now, there are over twenty injured people in the clinic, and the doctors are working to stop their bleeding. I found out they were carried over from the western mines; there’s been another collapse there, many have died."

Speaking of this, she felt a chill in her heart.

Wei Shouzhong once mentioned working at the mine. It’s fortunate he didn’t go; who knows what might have happened if he had.

"This time the mine has a major incident; if not a thousand, certainly hundreds are dead. Of those just brought in, some have lost legs, others arms, and one even had intestines exposed, dying before treatment."

The sight was frightening.

Yu Tingwan, upon hearing of the mine, pressed her lips together.

"You never know."

Her voice was soft: "Wasn’t there an incident last year? It caused quite a stir. Families of the deceased went to the mine for an explanation, but in the end, not a penny of compensation was seen. Unappeased, they boldly marched to the Government Office to drum for justice. In the end, didn’t it all get suppressed."

Times are hard, what illness is hardest to cure?

Poverty.

Families can’t even keep the pot boiling; knowing the mines are unsafe, people still grit their teeth to work.

They earn blood money.

Hui Niang was slightly stunned, a look of pity for the poor in her eyes: "True, that County Magistrate is blinded by money, surely he’s taken bribes again."

"Not necessarily."

Hu Dazhu, being a peddler strolling the streets, picked up a lot of news and would share snippets each time he returned home.

Thus, Yu Tingwan knew more than Hui Niang.

Yu Tingwan lowered her voice: "I heard the one managing the mine is the County Magistrate’s brother-in-law."

With that connection, he could act lawlessly and be a tyrant.

Wei Zhao listened calmly.

An ironic gleam in his eyes.

Could a mere County Magistrate have such overwhelming influence?

There’s likely someone above protecting as well.

Such corruption isn’t unique to Ze County.

Isn’t it the same in the Capital?

Some people wear fine clothes, but who knows what dirty deeds they do in private?

Hui Niang stopped pondering over these, anxiously looking at him: "Lang, are you hungry? You haven’t eaten much today; let mother buy some easily digestible wontons."

Wei Zhao wasn’t hungry.

After days on the road, he had become visibly thinner.

"No need."

"That’s not right, you won’t last without eating."

At the clinic’s door, there were vendors; Hui Niang took some money from Yu Tingwan’s hand and headed out, Yue Shan following.

Seeing Wei Zhao’s pale face tinged with blue, the worry in Yu Tingwan’s eyes surfaced. She was about to suggest slicing a piece of ginseng for him to suck on.

Wei Zhao spoke.

His voice was slow.

"It’s fine."

That night of bleeding, he was merely worried that only Shunzi assisted at the town’s forge.

He feared time would be delayed.

But when Yu Tingwan returned and mentioned Rong Di.

Wei Zhao, familiar with Rong Di’s temper, knew it wouldn’t be long before he arrived with people.

Yu Tingwan was unaware of his thoughts.

She assumed Wei Shen was merely comforting her.

Seeing him silent, Wei Zhao added quietly: "I won’t be in trouble."

Continuing slowly: "However, the doctors here can’t treat me either."

Yu Tingwan: ???

"What did you say?"

Wei Zhao: "Their skills at best..."

He pondered for a moment.

"At best, they could examine that impotent fellow from yesterday."

Yu Tingwan: ???

What’s going on!

Clearly well-cooperative on the way here!

Yu Tingwan felt a headache, trying reasoning to persuade: "Did husband not see the plaque at the clinic’s entrance?"

She asked: "Do you know whose calligraphy that is?"

Wei Zhao glanced at her: "I don’t want to know."

As soon as he finished, he got knocked.

Yu Tingwan repeated: "Do you know whose calligraphy that is?"

Wei Zhao expressionlessly: "... I’m willing to hear the details."

That’s more like it!

"It’d scare you to death!"

Yu Tingwan declared: "That’s written by the current Grand Tutor!"

Wei Zhao, weakened: "You’ve been deceived."

"The brushwork lacks sharpness."

"It’s definitely not his handwriting."

Yu Tingwan: !!!

Why does it seem like you know everything!

And always so certain!

Yu Tingwan: "Who said so!"

"Don’t tell me, it’s you again!"

Wei Zhao: "I..."

"Don’t interrupt me."

Let her finish!