Injured

  Injured

  Yin Ruofei's little servant was not much older, only a few years older than Yin Ruofei, and also just a child. Seeing his young master bleeding profusely from the head, he suddenly became flustered and burst into tears.

  Mr. Sun looked at Yin Ruofei's fingers, which were pressed against the wound and bleeding continuously, and hastily ordered someone to invite a doctor, and also let the servant go to fetch clean water, while he himself picked up the person and went to his room.

  Yin Ruofei had just recovered from a serious illness, and now he was bleeding again. His head was already dizzy, and as soon as Mr. Sun carried him and started running, he immediately lost consciousness.

  When he woke up, his head was already bandaged with medicine, tightly wrapped. The medicine was good, and the wound felt cool.

  Zhenjiang Hou was a military general's family, and his home had all sorts of medicines for gold wounds and knife injuries. Yin Ruofei lightly sniffed the faint scent of medicine and roughly knew which ingredients they were.

  This made him very surprised. In his previous life, his master had asked him to identify medicinal herbs and recite prescriptions. Although he was diligent, he didn't have much talent and often incurred his master's disdain.

  At this time, he seemed to have done what his master had asked him before, smelling fragrance and identifying medicine. Although he still didn't know the specific proportion of each herb in the ointment, how many kinds of medicinal materials were like being branded in his mind.

  Yin Ruofei's heart surged with excitement. Could this be heaven taking pity on him and giving him a blessing?

  "Jin Zhi, how are you?" Mr. Sun saw off the doctor and instructed the servant to clean up the water and gauze used to clean the wound, turned around and found that Yin Ruofei had opened her eyes, staring blankly at the canopy above her head, and hurried over.

  "Sir... I..." Yin Ruofei's mouth was dry and his voice was hoarse. He had fallen into the water earlier, and although he seemed to be fine, he still hadn't fully recovered. But he didn't dare waste any more time, so he mustered up his energy and came to school. The sound of the inkstone hitting the desk made his anger flare up again.

  Mr. Sun looked at the pale little face and felt a great deal of heartache. The newly brewed tea on the table hadn't been drunk yet, and it was just right to drink now, so he hurriedly picked it up and personally fed it to Yin Ruofei.

  "Sir..." Yin Ruofei was slightly surprised, as he had also been a student of this Mr. Sun for several years in his previous life, and he knew the other's temperament well - a strict and proud scholar who valued etiquette above all else, and had never even poured tea or passed water to his disciples.

  Watching Yin Ruofei push him away, Mr. Sun smiled slightly, "Why be so rigid about dead rules?"

  Yin Ruofei stared with wide eyes, this gentleman had never said such a thing before, but he actually drank down a whole bowl of water from Mr. Sun's hand in all seriousness.

  The afternoon class was naturally impossible. Yin Ruofei didn't want to go back either, so she just said she had a headache and didn't want to move, and stayed in Mr. Sun's room.

  Mr. Sun also knew that he couldn't let a young servant bring someone back, so he instructed the servant and Cao to wait patiently, and hurriedly returned to the school, after all, there was still a room full of students waiting for him.

  Yan Ruofei's little son knew he couldn't escape punishment and kept begging Yan Jinhong. Although Yan Jinhong was pleased that Yan Ruofei had suffered a loss, after all, this was the eldest son of the Marquis' manor, now with a broken head, if his father or grandmother blamed him, he wouldn't be able to bear it either.

  With a flicker of his eyes, he thought of Yin Jintang. Since Old Seventh was taken in by Old Second's arrangement, now that something had happened, he couldn't hold on anymore and naturally wanted the other party to help him hold on.

  Thinking of this, he quietly sent the little servant to find Yin Jintang. On this side, he impatiently waved his hand and let the child who was crying in front of him leave. This child always clung to him, not daring to offend him, and would be satisfied with some silver coins when the time came.

  He doesn't mind if others feel chilled by this matter either.

  There were many people following him in the school, seven sons of the Yin family. The eldest son followed Lord Hou, the second son was ill and had a private teacher, he was the oldest in this school, and compared to the fourth son of the Yin family who was less than one year older than him, the fourth son was very weak, even his mother, Madame Sun, was timid and afraid of trouble, completely incomparable to his mother.

  Yin Jinhong sent the person away, and Mr. Sun naturally also sent someone to go out. Such a big thing happened, he wouldn't and couldn't hide it from the Hou Mansion. The boy who beat people was originally not a good student, and Mr. Sun hated him for hurting people without reason, leaving no room for emotions, directly driving him out of the school, letting him stand outside the door, waiting for someone from the Hou Mansion to come and ask questions.

  Not mentioning the reaction of the Marquis's residence, Yin Ruofei opened his eyes and stared at the canopy above his head, but his mind was racing quickly. Reborn for a lifetime, he had this ability to smell fragrance and distinguish medicine again, and naturally wanted to make good use of it.

  Thoughts were racing, and his head was getting dizzier, but Yin Ruofei couldn't bear to sleep, so he had a servant find a book on the table for him.

  This room was originally used by the Yin family for Mr. Sun to take a nap, and there were not many books placed here, but they were all the ones that Mr. Sun often read. Yin Ruofei saw the servant bring over a few volumes, picked one up and started reading it.

  The Hou Mansion's movements were swift, and Yin Ruofei was just getting excited when he heard someone outside calling out to his servant in a low voice. After a brief moment of hesitation, he tucked the book under the quilt, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

  The little servant did not dare to take it, hearing that it was the voice of the steward of the Marquis's mansion, and quickly went to open the door.

  The butler looked inside and saw Yin Ruofei closing his eyes, thinking that he was still dizzy from the head injury, and didn't dare to speak loudly. He instructed the servants who came with him to gently pick up the person.

  "Seventh Brother?" Yin Ruofei had come out, and naturally Ziling was following behind. Seeing that Yin Ruofei's head was bandaged, her nose turned sour and she almost shed tears. She quickly took out a handkerchief she had prepared and covered Yin Ruofei's head with it, lest the wound get frostbite.

  "Zi Ling?" Yin Ruofei couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore and opened her eyes, wanting to get down, but was blocked by Zi Ling.

  "Alright, Seventh Master, just bear with it for a bit. You're still ill, let him hold you for a moment." Zi Ling coaxed in a soft and gentle voice, and Yin Ruofei couldn't say anything more. However, the feeling of being held by someone was really not that great.

  Back at the Hou Mansion, it was another round of commotion. The doctors, maids and young servants were all in a flurry before Yin Ruofei's eyes, making him wish he could fall asleep again.

  Zheng Xin was anxious, when someone outside reported that Old Madam had arrived. Yin Ruofei struggled to get up, but was stopped by Old Madam.

  "My poor grandson, what's going on?" The old lady's sorrowful expression was not fake, and Yin Ruofei, being tossed back and forth by these people, had a paler face, looking even more pitiful.

  "The grandson is unfilial and makes his grandmother worried." Yin Ruofei lowered his head, he was dizzy and had no strength.

  "You child, how can you be so unfilial?" The old lady's eyes welled up with tears as Biyu hurriedly comforted her.

  "Grandma, don't worry, I'm actually fine." Yin Ruofei had been ill for days, his chin was pointed, and his pale little face was wrapped tightly, looking like he had suffered a serious injury. In fact, Yin Ruofei himself knew that it was just a scratch, but coincidentally, he had just recovered from a major illness, which is why he looked this way.

  With this minor illness, plus the ointment applied to the head, it's estimated that it will scab over in about three to five days. This is still a conservative estimate considering the cold weather; if the weather were warm and humid, the wound would likely heal even faster, probably not taking as many days.

  "What kind of person is so bold, to actually dare to smash Fei'er's head, and turn the sky upside down!" The old lady looked at Yin Ruofei sleeping, before coming out of the inner chamber.

  But I'm really angry, didn't expect my little grandson to get hit on the head on his first day of school. My little grandson going to school was her idea, is this for her to see? The more I think about it, the angrier I get, pointing at Biyu's hand, "Investigate!"

  Just then, someone outside the door came to report that the eldest daughter had returned home.