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Qin Yaru felt helpless. A glance around revealed that the patients in the Surroundings were already terrified of this troublemaker and dared not approach. If this person continued to cause a scene, it would likely disrupt the entire free clinic at Ji Ren Tang. So, she simply took the medicine box over to administer treatment, reasoning that under the bright sun with so many people around, this person wouldn't dare to act inappropriately.
Pang Yuanying had suffered quite a bit during these days in Yun County. Unlike Wudang, there were disaster victims everywhere, and the county office was extremely busy, having no energy to attend to him. For several consecutive days, he had not eaten or drunk well, and even at night he dared not sleep deeply, as just the previous night he had encountered a group of rioters storming the county office. Everything edible in the Yamen had been looted, and despite having guards for protection, he was still somewhat frightened.
This group of rioters clearly had a Local Tyrant leading them and were quite familiar with the situation in Yun County. He chased them with Official Soldiers, but once they left the county town, they vanished without a trace, leaving no shadow behind.
It was quite normal; the rioters stormed the county office without any swords or knives—at most they had kitchen knives and rolling pins. Once they left the county town and Official Soldiers caught up with them, all they could see were families holding children, supporting the elderly, and carrying fleeing disaster victims under blankets. No matter how capable Pang Yuanying was, he wouldn't dare to slaughter all the disaster victims in one go.
Moreover, Yun County's streets were plastered with notices clearly stating a series of crimes attributed to Pang Yuanying, such as embezzling disaster relief funds, forcibly seizing women from the people, and causing casualties.
This made Lord Pang furious. He immediately ordered someone to track down who had posted these notices, but how could they be found? The person had merely spent some money to have all the beggars in the county play hide-and-seek with him. When Official Soldiers arrived, everyone scattered; once they left, the notices went back up again.
If the Marquis were to crack down too harshly and actually arrest those beggars who were being manipulated—who couldn't even read—wouldn't that just solidify those accusations against him?
In the end, there was no choice but for Du Jiu to use some connections behind the scenes and offer various benefits to get those Local Tyrants in Yun County to manage their subordinates actively so that at least they wouldn't openly post such things anymore.
However, the impact could not be eliminated no matter what. Besides, Pang Yuanying's reputation was already poor; adding a few more crimes didn't matter much.
Recently worn out by all this turmoil and having injured his arm, he was sent back to Wudang County by Du Jiu to rest. Early one morning, he suddenly felt a bit stuffy; none of the beautiful women at home piqued his interest. Unconsciously, he wandered outside Qin Yaru's door. After knocking for a while without anyone responding, he asked a neighbor in the Surroundings and learned that Qin Yaru had gone for free medical consultations and that her family’s Da Lang was temporarily staying at Ji Ren Tang.
At this time, Consort Qin Goddess Doctor's reputation had spread widely. Walking through the market, he heard many people praising her as a reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves those in suffering. Pang Yuanying scoffed at this; he knew that while Qin Yaru understood a bit about medicine and might be knowledgeable about herbs, he absolutely did not believe that such a young rural Villager could possess profound medical skills.
Only those unsophisticated country bumpkins who had never seen much of the world would randomly call any herbalist a divine doctor. However, his intention in visiting her was not for medical skills but solely for her beauty.
"Eh? What are you doing?"
Pang Yuanying took a leisurely deep breath, the faint fragrance was enchanting, and the soft scent in his embrace was delightful. However, before he could utter a few sweet words to tease Beauty, his lovely companion leisurely took out an embroidery needle and, threading it, plunged it into his arm.
Without any anesthetic, Pang Yuanying's body jolted in pain, his expression changed suddenly as he gritted his teeth and glared at Beauty. He hurriedly tried to retract his hand, but while he pulled back half of his arm, the other half remained completely still, as if it were pressed down by a thousand-pound weight.
Qin Yaru chuckled softly: "You’re injured. If you want the wound to heal quickly and avoid infection, you need to have it stitched up. Marquis, please don’t move around; otherwise, I might end up stitching some patterns on your arm that others would see and think you have some peculiar hobbies, which wouldn’t be good."
Sweat poured down Pang Yuanying's forehead, his face contorted in pain, and tears welled up in his eyes. When he had torn off his sleeve for this beautiful girl to bandage his wound, he probably never expected that taking advantage of her would come at such a painful cost.
Qin Yaru stitched slowly and carefully, her expression serious as if she were quite focused.
Pang Yuanying trembled from the pain: "...Can’t you go a bit faster?"
"With your noble status, I cannot afford to be careless; I must take my time and stitch carefully," Qin Yaru's voice was gentle and sweet, like soothing a raging beast.
In reality, it was only about seven or eight stitches; without anesthetic, it shouldn't have been unbearable. Yet Qin Yaru deliberately made Pang Yuanying suffer a bit. Each stitch was slow and torturous. Pang Yuanying was already mentally exhausted; after enduring this torment and breaking into a cold sweat, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Qin Yaru was taken aback for a moment and felt a bit regretful. She had intended to scare him a little so that he wouldn't trouble her unnecessarily in the future. Unexpectedly, the trouble had turned into her own; with him fainted and given his status, she couldn't just leave him unattended or wake him up with more needles. She had no choice but to finish stitching up the wound neatly, bandage it properly, and call over two attendants from Ji Ren Tang to carry him into the tent nearby.
After settling the Marquis down, Qin Yaru continued with her work. Since she had already offended this nobleman and knew she couldn't satisfy his desires, she could only let things take their course.
Looking back at the quiet tent, Qin Yaru suddenly didn't want to wait for Da Lang to grow up anymore; instead, she wanted to leave this place immediately and head to the capital. Since Pang Yuanying was from the capital, if she truly wanted to avoid trouble, she should keep her distance.
But Qin Yaru knew that those powerful figures truly harbored vile intentions. The best way to respond was not to evade them. Even if she hid in a remote village, as long as Pang Yuanying said a word, she would still be at their mercy. However, it was different in the capital; the capital was under the emperor's feet, the Land of Abundant Virtue. Even those in high positions could not act without restraint.
If she settled down in the capital openly and just avoided crossing paths with that person, even if Pang Yuanying could find her among the many people in the capital, he probably wouldn't dare to toy with her as he did now.
Moreover, Da Lang needed to study, and where could be better than the capital? More importantly—if she wanted to clear the Qin Family's name from wrongful accusations, she had to go to the capital and meet the high officials who could help exonerate the Qin Family.
Qin Yaru contemplated leaving Wudang as soon as possible. Pang Yuanying, however, slept quite well despite having endured some torment.
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