Chapter 3
The housekeeper had announced some news on behalf of Senior Lord Ning the next day. But it was not about the issue between the west and east courtyards, which was what Ning Tianxiong’s was interested in. It was about changing their surname.
The Ning Mansion would become the Jiang Mansion.
The Nings would become the Jiangs.
It turned out that the ancestor of the Ning Mansion was from another clan, whose surname was Jiang. He was the Nings’ subordinate. The Nings bestowed their surname on him to reward his service to the family. The family had been using Ning as their surname ever since.
Now the Nings had deprived Jiang’s grandson of his holy pulse and had imprisoned his son under the Black Dragon Pool.
He would have rather abandon this surname!
There were no objections in the family. What the Nings had done to the east courtyard was like a slap in the face of the whole clan. It also weakened the mansion’s power.
They were all executed by the Nings. Their corpses were hung on the walls of the Black Dragon City.
The maid Cher ran into the room crying, “Lady, I am afraid Steward Fan is dying!”
Gao Yue stood up quickly and followed Cher out. Jiang Chen followed them as well.
The three of them soon arrived outside of a room in the east courtyard. Even before entering the room, they were able to hear the noises inside.
They could smell a pungent mix of blood and medicine.
Gao Yue pushed the door open. Jiang Chen, who was behind her, saw a few men who looked like doctors bustling about next to the bed.
The man in the bed was strong, but was clearly in agony.
“Lady, Steward Fan is too severely injured. There is nothing more we can do.” An elder doctor came to her, his face full of shame and embarrassment.
“Young Lord, My Lady.” The man in the bed tried to get up when he heard them.
“Fan Tu, don’t get up.”
Gao Yue went to him and sorrowfully said, “It’s our fault that you got injured…”
“Lady Lord, please don’t say that. If Lord hadn’t saved my brothers and I, we would have been killed by the bastards of the Fire Cloud Gang, though all of my brothers are already dead now.” Fan Tu was so immersed in his sorrow that he looked like he had forgotten his pain.
“What are you doing?!”
Jiang Chen had been looking around since he came into the room. He saw that the doctors were packing their things. He also found the traces of the failed treatment they had left in Fan Tu’s body when they were treating him. What he saw made him angry.
“How dare you call yourselves doctors?”
His anger made all of them confused.
The doctors were astonished and speechless.
“Young Master Chen, we have tried our best.”
The elder doctor came to him and bent down to answer his questions. He thought Jiang Chen was only venting his frustration to them.
“Give me a set of silver needles,” Jiang Chen ordered crossly.
The doctors were looking at each other. They didn’t understand what he was going to do.
“Son, what are you doing?” Gao Yue didn’t think that Jiang Chen was capable of curing Fan Tu.
“Mother, Uncle Fan’s life is in danger. There is no time to lose. I’ll explain it to you later.”
Jiang Chen found some silver needles in the doctors’ wooden box. He rushed to the bed, while Gao Yue stepped aside doubtfully.
Fan Tu was a tough man. He had a liberal attitude regarding life and death. Thus, he didn’t really care whether Jiang Chen was able to save him. He grinned at him. “Young Lord, I didn’t know you knew medicine.”
“Don’t worry. Even Yama has to give up if I intend to save someone,” Jiang Chen said.
Any patient in the Sacred Zone would have dreamed to hear such a promise.