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Madam Su said anxiously, "Master, you can't think like that. Qin'er has gone through so much trouble to get these medicines. We can't let her down.

And since the Zhao family has captured her, they must have something else to threaten you with. You can't die. If we die, they will have no one to threaten Qin'er, and who knows what kind of things Qin'er will have to endure."

When Su Jijing thought about the torture Su Qin would suffer at the hands of the Zhao family after his death, he could no longer lie down. He struggled to get up, but unfortunately his buttocks were injured and he could not sit still.

Madam Su quickly supported him and said, "Master, don't move. I'll apply medicine to you."

Su Jijing shook his head: "I can't apply medicine. I don't know when I will be brought in for interrogation. If I have applied medicine to the wound, it will be seen. Lord Tong is a careful person. If he finds out, he will find Qin'er out. Qin'er still has a chance to survive in the hands of the Zhao family, but if she falls into Lord Tong's hands, she will not survive."

Mrs. Su was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. "What should we do? If you continue to let this injury go on like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Su Jijing: "Take the fever-reducing medicine first. Squeeze out the pus and blood for me. Don't apply the medicine yet."

Mrs. Su had no choice but to listen to him. There was no water in the prison. Since they entered the prison, they had been eating rotten rice. There was not always water, just enough to keep them from dying of thirst.

Mrs. Su opened the antipyretic medicine package, which contained small pills. She passed the pills to Su Jijing's mouth, and Su Jijing swallowed them.

Because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, his mouth was so dry that he couldn't even hydrate. The medicine got stuck in his throat and couldn't go down. He stretched his neck and tried hard to swallow.

After taking the medicine, Mrs. Su looked at his wounds and felt troubled again. He had too many wounds on his body, including those from being beaten with a stick and being whipped. His skin was torn and his flesh was exposed. Although he had not received treatment, scars had formed over time. If she wanted to squeeze out the pus and blood inside, she had to prick the scars again. The pain of this process was no less than being tortured.

Not only did Mrs. Su not dare to do it, she also didn't have any suitable tools. She couldn't just use her hands to tear the flesh apart.

"Master, how can we treat the wound without any tools?"

Su Jijing: "Let's see if Qin'er has brought in anything else."

Mrs. Su opened another small bundle and rang out, "Ding!"

With a sound, a long and thin object fell out of the bag.

Mrs. Su picked it up and took a closer look at it through the window. It was a gold hairpin. She looked at it carefully and found that there were no other decorations on it, but the pattern seemed familiar. Some of the small hooks indicated that this hairpin must have had decorations on it in the past.

At this time, Su Jin also came over. She took a closer look and asked, "Mother, this hairpin looks familiar."

Madam Su nodded. "We picked it out for your sister. I remember it had two butterflies and pearl tassels on it."

Mrs. Su said this, and Su Jin also remembered it. She asked curiously: "Sister, why did you send me a hairpin and remove the butterfly on it? I remember it was a gold-plated copper hairpin, not worth much, right?"

Madam Su gripped the hairpin tightly and said with a complicated expression, "Because this hairpin is sharp, removing the butterfly is for convenience."

She understood Su Qin's meaning. The hairpin was for them to protect themselves and also for them to commit suicide if anything happened.

When a woman goes to prison, she may not only face hunger and torture, but may also be humiliated.

Su Jijing has never confessed since he was arrested, even when he was tortured. Mrs. Su had always worried that if Su Jijing did not confess, the people who were trying him might use them to threaten him.

Once they were tortured or violated, they would not be able to die even if they wanted to. Now with this hairpin, if those things happened, they could commit suicide to maintain their innocence. Mrs. Su did not tell Su Jinming about this.

She looked at the other things in the bundle again, and her expression was even more moved. Inside was a menstrual belt. They had been captured for almost a month, and it was almost time for her to have her period. Since she had entered here, her life was not guaranteed, so who would care whether she would have her period or not?

Su Qin thought of it and sent her a menstrual belt. Whether she used it or not, it was Su Qin's thoughtful gesture. She put the menstrual belt close to her body, took the hairpin and said to Su Jijing: "Master, I will open the wound for you, please bear with it."

Su Jijing nodded: "Okay, come on."

Madam Su then said to Su Jin, "Jin'er, hold your father close."

Although Su Jin was afraid, he gritted his teeth and helped Madam Su hold down Su Jijing.

Mrs. Su tore off Su Jijing's tattered clothes, pricked the wound with pus and blood with a hairpin, and then squeezed the pus and blood out with her hands.

The pain of squeezing out pus and blood made Su Jijing shiver, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

After the pus and blood were squeezed out, the bleeding could not be stopped and kept flowing. Soon Su Jijing was like a bloody man soaked in blood. His consciousness began to blur. Mrs. Su was afraid that he would bleed to death, so she secretly gave him hemostatic drugs.

The medicines Su Qin gave him were all good. The bleeding stopped quickly after the medicine was applied, but without anything to wipe the blood, he still looked like a bloody man.

After everything was done for Su Jijing, Mrs. Su was soaked all over, but she couldn't rest because Su Sheng was still unconscious and needed to take medicine.

Without water, the unconscious Su Sheng couldn't swallow the pills, so Mrs. Su crushed the pills, pinched Su Sheng's mouth open and put the medicine in. Maybe the medicine was too bitter, Su Sheng frowned and subconsciously resisted in his coma.

Madam Su hugged him and coaxed him softly, "Sheng'er, be good. Take the medicine and your illness will be cured."

Perhaps because of her comfort, Su Sheng gradually calmed down.

Seeing that Su Sheng was quiet, Mrs. Su finally breathed a sigh of relief. She asked Su Jin to take some cold medicine and then fell asleep with her two children in her arms.

Tong Zhongqian came to the prison early in the morning. He sent people to check on Zhao Liangchen yesterday. His men came back and said that there had never been any woman around Zhao Liangchen. This was strange. Why would he bring a woman who was not familiar to Zhao Liangchen into the prison?

Tong Zhongqian's intuition told him that there must be something wrong with this woman's identity, so he went to the prison again to see if there were any changes in the prison.

He looked at each cell one by one, and there was no change in other cells except Su Jijing, who was lying there covered in blood as if he was dead. He was shocked and immediately asked the jailer to open the door to check.

Mrs. Su, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of the door opening. When she saw Tong Zhongqian coming in, her first reaction was to stand in front of Su Jijing.

Tong Zhongqian saw Madam Su frown. He wasn't the type to carry much authority, but he was a reserved person who didn't disdain dealing with women. However, Madam Su stared at him warily, and he couldn't push her away. He could only patiently explain, "Please move aside, Madam. I just wanted to see what happened to Lord Su."

Madam Su was afraid that he would see the medicine on Su Jijing's wound, so she refused to let him go. She asked sarcastically, "Don't you know what happened to my master? He was injured so badly, isn't it normal for him to bleed?"

Tong Zhongqian: "The torture took place half a month ago. The wounds should have healed long ago. He shouldn't be covered in blood like this."

Madam Su was a little agitated, her voice unconsciously rising a few notes: "So what if it was half a month ago? Without treatment, my master's wound would have festered and oozed pus long ago. He has a high fever and is now unconscious. If I don't open the wound and squeeze out the pus and blood, I'm afraid he won't survive more than two days."

Tong Zhongqian fell silent. As the Minister of Justice, he had tried countless prisoners, many of whom could not withstand the punishment or died from wound infections, so he knew that what Madam Su said was right.

He looked at Su Jijing, who was lying motionless on the ground, and didn't see anything unusual, so he turned and left. He tacitly approved of Mrs. Su's act of saving Su Jijing.

Even if Su Jijing was an unforgivable criminal, he should have died on the guillotine, not in prison. Especially since the court attached great importance to the case of embezzling disaster relief funds, and he had to give an explanation to the victims. If he died in prison, he would also be implicated.

As he was walking out, he happened to meet a jailer delivering food to the prisoners. He saw him and moved aside, but when the jailer approached, he smelled a distinctly sour odor, and his face suddenly darkened: "Wait."