Nan Yuan'er, if she was lucky, might recover her wrist bone to its original state through localized rehabilitation and acupuncture after it healed. However, after Wei Yuan's actions, Nan Yuan'er's hand had no chance of healing.
Before, there was a high probability of permanent disability; now, it was a certainty.
Nan Shiying truly wished she could see what Nan Chaoyin's reaction would be when he learned the truth. She was truly looking forward to it!
Wei Yuan removed the wooden splint that fixed her wrist bone and moved her arm slightly. Nan Yuan'er's vision went starry from the pain, and cold sweat immediately broke out on her forehead. Her face turned so pale as if all her blood had been instantly drained.
She couldn't help but groan in agony.
Madam Liu struggled to get up, but Lü Wan's hand remained pressed on her shoulder. Her struggles only deepened the porcelain shards piercing her knee.
Madam Liu looked extremely disheveled at this moment.
Ji Jinmo walked to Nan Shiying's side, grasped her hand on the sword hilt, and flicked his wrist upwards. The sword tip swept from Nan Chaoyin's jawline to his eyes. A neat, long wound appeared on Nan Chaoyin's face. Thirteen's sword was extremely sharp. The blade cut through flesh, and initially, there was no pain. It was only when blood trickled down the wound that Nan Chaoyin felt the piercing, bone-chilling pain.
He covered his left face, attempting to staunch the blood, but it continued to gush out from between his fingers.
"Master!"
Madam Liu wanted to rush to Nan Chaoyin, but the more she struggled, the more her knee ached.
The servants of the Nan Estate were so stunned by the scene that their breathing momentarily ceased. Who could have imagined that His Highness would act against Master so brazenly?
Although it was only a cut on his face, the wound extended from his jaw to below his eyes. Master was a civil official. Throughout history, when selecting officials, the Emperor not only considered their essays and policy critiques but also their appearance and demeanor. A scar on the face would prevent them from being entrusted with important responsibilities.
"Someone, quickly fetch a physician!"
Madam Liu's cry was sharp and urgent, piercing the ears of the servants. Only then did they snap back to reality and scramble towards the courtyard exit. Although the renowned physician Feng Luan was inside the house, not a single person from the Nan Estate naively believed that this lord would treat Master. The fact that he hadn't simply killed Master was already considered a great favor!
Thirteen's figure moved like a phantom, directly blocking the courtyard gate and barring everyone's path.
With such a formidable guard at the gate, it was not just people, but likely not even a fly could escape at this moment. The hidden guards among the servants turned to look, and their gazes met Nan Chaoyin's in mid-air.
Then, they lowered their heads!
Nan Chaoyin tore off a corner of his robe, folded it into a square, and pressed it firmly against the wound. He made no sound from beginning to end, exuding a fierce intensity.
Wei Yuan glanced at Nan Yuan'er's wrist, then grabbed it and yanked upwards. The sudden surge of pain caused Nan Yuan'er to let out a cry as tragic as a cuckoo's bloody lament.
Good, the bone was set correctly, and no fragments protruded.
Seeing that the bone was not protruding, Wei Yuan truly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same moment as Nan Yuan'er's scream, Wei Yuan inserted acupuncture needles into the acupoints on her wrist. First, he stopped the pain, then inserted several more needles along the meridians.
At this point, he should have used the "弹针法" (彈針法 - a specific acupuncture technique), but unfortunately, Wei Yuan didn't know how. Nevertheless, he pretended to flick the tail of a needle with his finger, causing it to tremble slightly.
After a flurry of activity, Wei Yuan reapplied the splint to Nan Yuan'er's wrist, then stood up and said impatiently, "Done. Get another prescription. Drink it for half a month, and rest for a month, and you'll fully recover."
"Really?"
Nan Chaoyin's eyes were like torches, fixed intently on Wei Yuan. To be honest, being stared at like that made Wei Yuan feel a flicker of fear. However, the moment he thought of Ji Jinmo and Nan Shiying, these two vengeful, vicious, and malevolent living Yama kings standing beside him, he instantly lost his fear.
Were there any more terrifying people in this world than these two? The answer was definitely no!
Wei Yuan's expression turned slightly cold. Thinking of Nan Shiying's usual demeanor, his eyes curved upwards, and he let out a scoff, "Since Prime Minister Nan doesn't believe me, I don't need to go through the trouble of writing that prescription."
As he spoke, he looked back at Ji Jinmo, feeling a surge of exhilaration like a serf turned master. He said with displeasure, "Also, in the future, don't call me to treat these common strays. Your little darling, you can coax her yourself. Don't drag me into it!" His tone and demeanor were as if the man was repeatedly dancing on the edge of death.
After speaking, without waiting for Ji Jinmo to reply, he flicked his sleeve and strode out, displaying his defiance and arrogance to the fullest. The servants of the Nan Estate looked up to him with reverence, but in Thirteen's eyes, the speed of his departure was not because he was unwilling to stay in the room for another second, but because he dared not.
Wei Yuan left very quickly, and Nan Chaoyin couldn't stop him in time. Ji Jinmo looked down at Nan Chaoyin and threw his long sword back. The sword pierced the air and whistled towards Nan Yuan'er.
The sword tip became clearer and clearer in Nan Yuan'er's eyes. She could even feel a cold wind on her face. Just as the sword was about to pierce the root of Nan Yuan'er's ear, a figure suddenly appeared beside Nan Yuan'er's bed, grabbing the sword with one hand. The sword cut through the palm, and scalding blood dripped from the blade, falling onto Nan Yuan'er's face drop by drop.
"The servants of the Nan Estate have truly impressive skills!"
Ji Jinmo spoke with veiled meaning, turning his gaze towards the servant who had burst through the window from outside to intercept the sword. The servant wore coarse linen clothes, being the lowest-ranking servant in the estate, yet he possessed such skill.
Nan Chaoyin did not reply. Ji Jinmo clearly had no intention of dwelling on it. He held Nan Shiying's hand, looked down at the delicate, patterned tips of her fingers, and rubbed them back and forth with his fingernails, as if treating the patterns as strings.
"Prime Minister Nan, make a choice!" he suddenly said, his voice light and indifferent, but his words caused Nan Chaoyin's expression to change drastically: "Of Nan Yuan'er and Madam Liu, only one can live today!"