"Seventh Imperial Concubine, can you save him?"
Suddenly, Steward Wei knelt before her, solemnly requesting, "As long as you can save him, I'm willing to give my life for you to dispose of!"
"Don't speak yet, let me check his condition first."
Ji Ruyan ignored Steward Wei and had already stepped forward to examine the boy.
His body had been repeatedly whipped, with old wounds not healed and new injuries added.
Furthermore, some of the wounds on the boy were already festering. Most importantly, his hand was broken.
"Is there a way to get some hot water?"
Ji Ruyan asked Steward Wei.
Steward Wei clenched his teeth, "Yes! I'll get it right away!"
"Alright, then I'll trouble you."
Ji Ruyan turned around and directly administered a pill to the boy to ensure he could stay alive.
Afterward, she tidied up the firewood in the dilapidated house to ensure that at night, she would have light to perform the bone-setting surgery on the boy.
