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"What about the other one?"

The constable asked in a panic, his groin throbbing with pain, clearly imagining the gruesome scene of having his testicles removed.

The constable had heard that Zhang Hongyuan had been repeatedly defeated by Lin Ping, and he knew his own limitations. He just didn't expect Lin Ping to be so vicious as to want to cut off one of his testicles.

Fortunately, he had two eggs, so even if one was cut off, he wouldn't become a eunuch. Therefore, the head constable was most concerned about the whereabouts of the other egg.

"Oh!"

Lin Ping suddenly shouted, clenching his fists in front of the constable, and said coldly, "The other one will be crushed by Master Ping himself!"

The head constable cried and muttered in a secret voice: Zhang Hongyuan, I'll f*** your grandpa.

Why did you offend him?

However, since he was working in the prefectural government, he had no choice but to submit to Zhang Hongyuan's tyranny. He mustered his courage and said, "Whether it's a frame-up or not, the prefectural magistrate has the final say. Come back to the prefectural government with me!"

After he finished speaking, a tense atmosphere filled the air. Several constables, holding heavy fire and water sticks, approached Lin Ping with firm and powerful steps, intending to forcibly take him away.

Their eyes revealed an undeniable determination, but this determination, like a spark, instantly ignited the anger in the hearts of the surrounding foremen.

Upon seeing this, the foremen's expressions changed drastically, and they were filled with uncontrollable rage.

They had only one thought in their minds: the people of the City Lord's Mansion, regardless of right or wrong, must not be easily brought into the government office for trial.

This is not only a matter of Lin Ping's personal honor and disgrace, but also a symbol of the City Lord's Mansion's prestige.

In their view, if Lin Ping really knelt down to the prefect in the main hall, it would be a great insult to the status of the city lord's mansion. It would be as if overnight, the city lord's mansion had become inferior to the prefectural government, which was something they could not accept under any circumstances.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Lin Ping's voice rang out at the right moment, tinged with sarcasm and disdain. He raised his voice as well, responding loudly, "Lord Captain, you are truly anxious and impatient for quick results! Don't you think we should treat his injuries first? We can discuss returning to the government office after he recovers. Only in this way can we demonstrate your impartiality, selflessness, and compassion for the people."

Lin Ping's words were like a resounding slap in the face to those eager-to-get-rich-quick yamen runners and constables.

His words not only contained confidence and insistence on his identity, but also cleverly used the power of public opinion to point the finger at the other party's possible negligence and injustice.

This powerful rebuttal not only left the constables present looking at each other in bewilderment, but also sparked a flurry of discussion among the surrounding people, subtly changing their impression of Lin Ping.

The common people weren't fools; they knew this was a contest between the prefect and the city lord's mansion. They weren't particularly concerned about that; what mattered most was the life of the man lying on the ground.

Lin Ping's words once again won the people's love and respect, but they dared not shout them out loud at this critical juncture.

The constable's eyes narrowed, realizing he'd been tricked by Lin Ping. He hurriedly ordered the two constables beside him, "Go to the Pleasure Hall and fetch the best doctor!"

Jile Hall is the best medical clinic in Jiangcheng. The head constable's actions are simply to show that the prefect loves his people like his own children and wants to give the injured the best treatment.

The incident occurred near the Pleasure Hall, and the two constables rushed over.

Logically speaking, ordinary people who are injured can only call the most ordinary doctor. Even if someone from the government intervenes, they can only call a physician, not the three leaders of the Paradise Hall.

However, one of the constables was a bit too talkative and mentioned the name Lin Ping. A doctor who was picking up his medicine box to leave was suddenly stopped by the second-in-command, Li Yongnian.

"Halt! I will go myself this time!"

Li Yongnian walked out from the inner hall, his face looking somewhat disheveled, and he was holding an embroidery needle in his hand.

"Second Master...you..."

The doctor was somewhat taken aback. Although Li Yongnian was a doctor with high medical ethics and treated all patients equally, there were countless people suffering from illness in the world, and he could not possibly treat them all due to his limited time and resources.

Over time, Li Yongnian became the exclusive physician of some nobles and rarely treated the poor.

At this moment, Li Yongnian not only ended his seclusion ahead of schedule, but also took the initiative to treat this ordinary person, which was quite strange.

The two constables had naturally heard of Li Yongnian's reputation and were overjoyed, for this was a great achievement.

What the government wanted was not superb medical skills, but a prestigious reputation. If Li Yongnian could personally take action, they could loudly proclaim: "The Prefect loves his people like his own children and has personally invited the second-in-command of the Paradise Hall to treat the injured."

The common people love the phrase "the people are like their own children" and will surely be grateful. Even without convicting Lin Ping, he has already gained the upper hand over the city lord's mansion.

After leaving the Pleasure Hall, Li Yongnian arrived at the scene of the incident with two constables in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Dr. Li, the second-in-command of the Paradise Hall, has arrived!"

As the two constables' deep, powerful voices echoed through the crowd, the entire scene seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, instantly falling silent. All eyes turned to the entrance, where a middle-aged man in an elegant robe with a kind face slowly entered. He was none other than Li Yongnian, the renowned and highly skilled second-in-command of the Paradise Hall.

Upon hearing this, the constable was first taken aback, then his face lit up with an uncontrollable joy.

He never expected that his handling of a civil dispute according to routine would attract such attention from the prefect, who personally sent someone to invite this miracle doctor.

He quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said with a mixture of excitement and gratitude, "Thank you, Prefect, for your love for the people and your concern for their suffering. You specially sent two constables from afar to invite Doctor Li to treat the injured people. Such benevolent governance is truly a blessing for our Jiangcheng and a fortune for its people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion arose in the crowd.

Some common people with low discernment were deeply moved by the constable's words. Their eyes glistened with tears of gratitude, and they knelt down to kowtow to the prefect, repeatedly chanting, "The prefect is wise! Long live the prefect!"

Even those ordinary people who had some doubts and felt that something was amiss were inevitably assimilated by this strong atmosphere of gratitude, and they all knelt on the ground and echoed each other, afraid of appearing out of place.

The power struggles between the city lord's mansion and the government office were beyond the control of these commoners. They only needed to pander to the side that had the upper hand, making them seem like opportunists.

Jiang Yunyu, inside the carriage, could hardly contain himself. With noble blood flowing through his veins, how could he be overshadowed by the government? He tried to rush out several times, but was eventually restrained by Dali and Erli working together.

"Sigh..." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice, "It seems that Chief Du really doesn't care about his two testicles."

Li Yongnian's appearance made the constable even more arrogant. How could he be afraid of Lin Ping's threat? As long as Li Yongnian bandaged the wounded properly, he could openly take Lin Ping to the government office. Whatever happened after that would be none of his business.

Li Yongnian carried a medicine box and hurriedly walked towards the scene. His looking around did not seem like he was going to treat the injured, but rather like he was looking for someone.

Before long, Li Yongnian's eyes lit up when he spotted Lin Ping, and he almost knelt down to beg for apprenticeship.

Lin Ping gave him a wink, signaling him to treat the injured person first.

"Dr. Li, this way please!"

The constable smiled obsequiously, practically offering up his own chrysanthemum.

Li Yongnian glanced at him irritably and walked straight towards the wounded man who was on the verge of death.

Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, and Li Yongnian, as the second-in-command of Jiletang, is well-versed in its essence.

He follows the ancient and rigorous diagnostic methods—observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—starting his diagnostic journey with the "observation" technique.

With just a glance at the injured man, Li Yongnian had already sketched out a preliminary picture of his health.

Although the injured man's face was slightly pale, his eyes were clear, and his breathing, though rapid, was orderly. These subtle details revealed the message of life in his eyes.

Then, Li Yongnian gently placed his hand on the injured person's wrist, and the pulse under his fingertips became the direct basis for his judgment of the condition.

He closed his eyes and focused intently, carefully feeling each beat of the pulse. He nodded to himself, gaining a more accurate understanding of the injured person's physical condition.

This person's pulse is normal and stable. It is neither a floating pulse indicating unresolved external pathogens, nor a deep pulse indicating severe internal injuries, nor a strong pulse indicating excessive pathogenic factors, nor a weak pulse indicating insufficient vital energy. This is what traditional Chinese medicine calls a "normal pulse," which means that the body is in good health and the flow of qi and blood is smooth.

However, Li Yongnian's medical skills did not stop there. He further discovered that the injured person's pulse was unusually strong and powerful, far exceeding that of ordinary people. This was not something that ordinary people could possess, but rather a physical characteristic unique to those who had practiced martial arts for a long time.

This sense of power gave him a preliminary guess as to the identity of the injured person.

Looking at the injured man's injuries, he was spitting blood, which seemed serious. However, upon closer inspection, there was a dent in his ribs, clearly a minor fracture caused by an external impact. What was puzzling was that this fracture did not damage vital organs such as the heart or lungs, nor did it cause any serious injury. Instead, it seemed more like a deliberate act to create the illusion of being kicked by a horse.

Li Yongnian frowned slightly, but his mind was already perfectly clear.

He knew full well that this matter was far more complex than it appeared, and there was definitely more to it than met the eye. Although the injured man appeared to be in a terrible state, his injuries were not actually life-threatening, and this strange situation warranted his investigation. So, while continuing to treat the injured man's wounds and calm him down, he silently plotted how to uncover the truth behind this incident.

Li Yongnian didn't intend to ask about the injured man's condition, knowing he would lie, so he beckoned to Lin Ping: "Young Master Lin, please come and take a look too!"

In the Wu Kingdom, being a doctor is a highly respected profession that places great emphasis on experience. Many advanced medical skills are developed through personal experience. No one will casually accept apprentices, and even if they do, they will not impart all their knowledge. Only on their deathbed will they reveal all they have learned in their lifetime.

This has led to a situation where doctors become aloof and self-absorbed, and no one invites others to participate in their treatment when they are seeing a patient.

Unless it is a difficult or complicated case that requires consultation with several people at the same time, or the doctor feels that his or her medical skills are not good enough and needs guidance from others.

At present, the injured person's condition is relatively stable, and there is absolutely no need for a consultation. Li Yongnian's open invitation to Lin Ping is clearly the latter situation: he wants to learn medical skills from Lin Ping!

Everyone stared at Lin Ping in disbelief, suddenly realizing that beneath that handsome face lay a tall and imposing figure.

"Dr. Li, Lin Ping is just a spendthrift; he's not qualified to treat anyone..."

The constable felt a pang of panic, sensing that the situation was somewhat complicated.