Shimu
Translator: Choufleur, Editor: Aruthea
"Don’t worry. This prince knows what to do. You must be fatigued from your travels, so you should go and take a rest. Just leave everything else to this prince."
She was certainly tired indeed! She nodded. "Alright. I’ll head over to the Bamboo Creek Garden [1] when you enter the palace tomorrow. There are still 11 sets of remains that have yet to be identified and drawn. I had originally thought that we would be able to return within a month, not several months later."
"The case may be urgent but it isn’t that urgent. Go only after you’ve rested properly."
"I understand." Ji Yunshu nodded and was about to leave when her footsteps suddenly came to a stop. Her nose twitched slightly. Blood? She turned back to Jing Rong and asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"
"No." He denied.
As if! "Let me take a look." Ji Yunshu stepped forward to check if he was injured. When she touched his arm, her fingers came away wet with bright red blood. Filled with horror, she asked, "Why didn’t you say anything when the wound was so serious?"
Jing Rong had long had this bad habit of putting up a strong front. He retracted his arm slightly. "It’s a mere scratch. There’s no need to make such a big fuss about it. It’ll be fine once I put some medicine on it."
"You always do this."
"I’m really fine."
Ji Yunshu glared at him, intending to go outside and get Lang Po to summon a physician, but he stopped her, shaking his head. "Don’t let them know."
Ji Yunshu sighed lightly, understanding his intentions. Thus, she dragged him to the back courtyard and brought out her medicine chest in order to bandage it up for him herself.
Jing Rong still wanted to protest but Ji Yunshu had already pushed up his sleeve. His white inner robes were already dyed with a large red patch and the fabric had been slit open. The wound was vaguely visible through the blood that covered it.
"Don’t move!" Ji Yunshu commanded.
He meekly complied, letting her manhandle him as she wished.
Ji Yunshu took a pair of scissors and cut away the fabric around the wound. Next, she dampened a handkerchief and dabbed at the wound lightly to clean it. The wound wasn’t deep and likely was a minor slip when he had been grappling with Ji Li. However, because it wasn’t treated immediately and Jing Rong still had to make a big show of going in and out of the palace, the wound had split open further. "How could you not even mention it when your injuries are already in this state?"
"I was afraid that you would worry."
"All the more you should have said something!" What kind of logic is this?!
As Ji Yunshu treated his wound, she explained, "Sword wounds are some of the easiest wounds to become infected. If they are left untreated for a long time, bacteria will get onto the wound and cause it to fester. Once that happens, blood cannot properly flow through and the entire arm would have to be amputated in order to prevent the infection from spreading to the rest of the body. At worst, it could even threaten your life!" [3]
"Bacteria?" Jing Rong was mystified. "What is bacteria?"