The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

In her opinion, Jia Zheng was foolish enough to beat his beloved son to death for a mere foreign woman.

After his anger was suppressed, Jia Zheng recovered.

He was a man who attached great importance to etiquette and face. After being provoked by Jia Huan, he became furious and attacked Jia Baoyu directly.

However, Jia Baoyu was his son whom he had raised for more than ten years. When he saw him being beaten with a board, Jia Zheng came to his senses and felt uncomfortable and a little regretful.

Feeling a little guilty towards Jia Baoyu, he turned a blind eye to Mrs. Wang's behavior.

However, because of the scholar's reputation, he only ordered people to invite a doctor to treat Jia Baoyu, and he himself did not come to take a look.

It was unknown how long it took, but the doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief after taking the last piece of cloth out of Jia Baoyu's rotten buttocks.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang opened her eyes and looked at the doctor who was applying the best medicine to Jia Baoyu's wound.

Asked with concern,

"Doctor Wang, I don't know Baoyu..."

After Doctor Wang had bandaged Jia Baoyu, he turned slightly to Mrs. Wang and said,

"Please rest assured, Madam. Master Bao is only seriously injured and in great pain. Although Lord Jia used some harsh measures this time, he did not injure any of his bones. In two months at most, Master Bao will be able to get out of bed."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang's shoulders relaxed immediately, and she clasped her hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha!"

Then he looked at Doctor Wang with gratitude,

"Thank you, Doctor Wang!"

As she spoke, she winked at the maid behind her.

The maid hurriedly took out a silver note from her sleeve and handed it forward.

When Doctor Wang saw that the note was worth one hundred taels, he wanted to refuse.

But in the end, he couldn't resist Mrs. Wang's enthusiasm and had no choice but to accept it.

After Doctor Wang left, Mrs. Wang took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the cold sweat from Jia Baoyu's forehead.

After looking at the unconscious Jia Baoyu for a long time, he stood up and looked at Xiren beside him.

"You are Baoyu's maidservant. You must serve him well these few days and make sure your injury doesn't relapse."

Xiren squatted and bowed.

"Yes, Second Madam, I will remember this."

Mrs. Wang gave a few more instructions before leaving with her maids.

After everyone left, Xiren brought a small stool and leaned against the couch, looking at Jia Baoyu, whose brows were full of pain, with a pang of heartache in her eyes. From time to time, she used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Jia Baoyu.

But what she didn't notice was that at some point, a thin bamboo tube extended into the room from the window, with a wisp of white smoke curling up.

In less than half a minute, the handkerchief in Xiren's hand fell to the ground, and she fell directly to the ground.

With a squeak,

Jia She covered his mouth and nose, bent his waist, pushed the door open and went into the room. After looking around and finding that there was no danger,

Then he stretched out his hand and waved towards the outside of the house.

Soon, several figures approached quickly and entered Jia Baoyu's room.

Jia She bowed to the person in the middle and said flatteringly,

"Brother Dao, the person on this couch is Jia Baoyu! You can do whatever you want with him!"

Tang Xiaolong nodded slightly with an expression of neither joy nor sadness, walked directly to the bedside, looked the unconscious Jia Baoyu from head to toe, and then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in his face.

"Bah! This is the thing that keeps me tied up!"

Then he looked at Jia Baoyu's tightly wrapped lower body and said to an old man with a goatee on his left,

"The rest is up to you!"

The old man stroked his beard, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Please don't worry, Brother Dao!"

Then he walked forward and put the box he was carrying on the ground.

After some investigation, they removed all the straps on Jia Baoyu's back, revealing his bloody lower body.

Tang Xiaolong made two "tsk tsk" sounds.

"That old fellow Jia Zheng is quite ruthless!"

The old man chuckled.

"Brother Dao, you're joking. Jia Zheng's punishment is only on the buttocks. He'll only need two or three months of rest at most, and then he'll be full of life again."