Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

In the eerie, dark, and decayed Jinyiwei prison, the flickering torches on the walls emitted a faint, flickering light, barely dispelling some of the surrounding darkness.

Lu Feng was wearing a Feiyu suit that showed off his status, and he stood straight.

Even though he was in prison, the majestic aura of a third-rank military officer remained undiminished.

The handle of the Embroidered Spring Knife shone with a cold luster in the dim light, as if it was also telling of the extraordinary nature of its owner.

At this time, Lu Feng's face was gloomy and his brows were tightly knitted together.

There was a bit of anger and surprise in his eyes as he stared at Han Yi who was standing in front of him.

Han Yi was an eighth-rank medical doctor. Who could have expected that such a lowly official would dare to criticize Lu Feng?

His words were fierce, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Lu Feng directly.

At this time, Han Yi obviously expressed strong dissatisfaction with the way Lu Feng handled certain matters.

He also had no intention of retreating at all because of the fact that he was in prison or the other party's high position.

Thinking of this, the anger in Lu Feng's heart was ignited, and he felt that his dignity had been greatly challenged.

Then Lu Feng clenched his fist subconsciously, his knuckles turned blue and white due to the force, and the anger in his eyes seemed to devour Han Yi.

As the commander of the Jinyiwei, in the Jinyiwei's territory - the prison, every prisoner would be trembling with fear and keeping silent when seeing him.

Now he was being criticized like this by a small eighth-rank official. How could Lu Feng bear it?
However, at the moment when his anger was about to erupt completely, Lu Feng's reason forcibly suppressed it.

The power behind Han Yi - the King of Yan - quickly flashed through his mind.

The Prince of Yan is now at the peak of his power in the court and is highly valued by Your Majesty. He also has many talented people under his command.

Although Han Yi was only an eighth-rank medical officer, as he was the King of Yan's man, if he rashly took action against him, it would undoubtedly be a blatant challenge to the King of Yan.

Lu Feng knew very well that in this treacherous court struggle, one wrong step could lead to a complete loss.

Lu Feng suppressed the anger surging in his heart and slowly loosened his clenched fists.

His chest heaved violently as he tried to calm his rapid breathing.

The anger on his face gradually faded, replaced by a complex expression of helplessness and forbearance.

In the end, Lu Feng chose to remain silent for the time being. He just gritted his teeth and swallowed the anger.

However, there was a cold and warning light in his eyes.

“What Dr. Han said is absolutely right. I will humbly correct my mistakes and will never act rashly again.

The most urgent task now is to find a way to save Lord Gongshu.

I hope you can follow the principle of 'a doctor's benevolence' and help him get rid of his pain as soon as possible."

Seeing that Lu Feng had endured it, Han Yi didn't say anything more.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Gong Shuqi who was tied to the rack.

At this time, Gongshu Qi was in tattered clothes, and his body was covered with scars of varying depths.

His messy hair covered most of his face, making him look disheveled.

Han Yi nodded slightly to the guards, and the guards stepped forward and slowly lowered Gongshu Qi from the rack.

Gongshu Qi walked unsteadily and was almost half dragged, half pulled, to the chair in front of Han Yi, where he sat down heavily.

Han Yi hurried forward and gently pushed aside the messy hair on Gongshu Qi's face, revealing a face as pale as paper and full of fatigue and pain.

With a serious expression, he stretched out his hand, placed his fingers gently but steadily on Gongshuqi's wrist, and began to concentrate on taking his pulse.

The prison was so quiet that only the crackling sound of burning torches could be heard. Han Yi stared at Gongshuqi's wrist, as if he wanted to see through his pulse to see every part of his body. As the pulse beat from his fingertips, Han Yi's brows sometimes knitted and sometimes relaxed slightly, as if he was silently analyzing the damage Gongshuqi had suffered.

His focused expression seemed as if he and Gongshuqi were the only ones in the prison at that moment, and this pulse that was related to life and death.

"Based on the current situation, we can promote rapid scabbing of the injured's skin by applying ointments made from herbs such as Sanguisorba officinalis, Bletilla striata and Panax notoginseng.

Only by doing this can we minimize the secondary damage caused by the infection.

Fortunately, there were no internal injuries, which is a blessing in disguise! "

After Han Yi concentrated on taking the patient's pulse for a while, his expression gradually became solemn.

He released his hand from Gongshuqi's wrist, thought for a moment, and then quickly took the paper and pen that had been prepared beside him.

Han Yi was seen dipping the tip of his pen lightly into the inkstone, and then his pen tip moved like a dragon or snake, writing freely on the paper the recipe for making an ointment for external injuries.

Every time he wrote down a medicine, Han Yi paused slightly, as if he was confirming the medicinal properties and dosage in his mind again.

After finishing writing the prescription, he used small print in the blank space next to it to emphasize the precautions.

“When making this ointment, the temperature must be controlled precisely.

First boil the medicine over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

During this time, you need to stir constantly to prevent the medicine from sticking to the pot and burning, which would ruin the medicinal properties. "

As Han Yi spoke, he tapped the paper lightly with his fingers, his eyes serious and focused.

Then he began to carefully explain the contraindications of use, "Although this ointment is very effective for external injuries, it must not be applied to broken skin or bleeding.

Otherwise it may cause severe pain and delay wound healing.

When applying the ointment, make sure your hands are clean.

Avoid dirt from getting into the wound, which can make the injury worse.”

Han Yi looked up at Gongshu Qi and the jailer who was in charge of recording, his eyes full of seriousness, making sure that they all took the precautions and taboos of use to heart.

He knew very well that in this Jinyiwei prison, the injured would not be able to receive proper treatment.

These details are crucial and cannot be overlooked.

"Now that things here have been dealt with, it's time for me to go back and report to His Royal Highness Prince Yan.

I hope Lord Lu will remember what he said today and never act on his own again, otherwise His Royal Highness Prince Jin may not be able to protect you!"

After explaining everything, Han Yi turned around and left the interrogation room with steady steps.

Lu Feng's emotions, which had been suppressed to the extreme, were like a volcano about to erupt, and he could no longer find an outlet to vent.

He watched Han Yi's unreluctant back gradually disappear at the door, and a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart, and his rationality was completely overwhelmed by anger in an instant.

Lu Feng, who could no longer bear it, had his chest heaving violently, his eyes wide open like copper bells, burning with rage.

He suddenly turned around and raised his clenched fists high, as if he had gathered all his strength.

Then Lu Feng smashed the table in front of him with the force of thunder.

"Bang!" A loud noise sounded, like a bolt of thunder exploding in this closed interrogation room.

The sturdy table was shaken violently by the punch, and the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table jumped up and down instantly.

Some even rolled directly to the ground, making a crisp breaking sound. (End of this chapter)