Chapter 1840: I Am Not Frightening You, I Am Reminding You

Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu, trembled as he raised two fingers.

Chen Chen Guanlou nodded. "I understand. Later, I will personally go to the Ministry of Justice to urge them to report quickly. Privately, I will also communicate with Minister Sun. Your current condition is not suitable for remaining in the Heavenly Prison. I hope Your Majesty will show mercy and allow you to return home to recover."

Suffering a stroke while in prison, especially in the Heavenly Prison environment, is utterly detrimental to recovery, and no one is there to attend to one's excrement and urine.

After much thought, the only option was to notify the Marquis Manor and have them arrange for someone to come and attend to him.

In this way, Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu, could no longer be detained in the prison cell.

He ordered Chen Quan, "Prepare a side room. In a moment, transfer the Marquis to the side room. Notify the Marquis Manor to arrange for suitable personnel to attend to him. If they refuse, I will smash the Marquis Manor."

Chen Quan accepted the order and immediately arranged for the jailers to handle it.

Tears streamed down Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu's face, and a light flashed in his clouded eyes; it was the will to survive.

Chen Chen Guanlou comforted him, "Marquis, rest assured. Among the nobility, we are of one breath and connected branches. How could I stand by and watch you suffer? I must arrange everything properly for you. However, expenses cannot be avoided. This is the rule. I cannot lead the way in breaking the rules; please forgive me."

Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu, raised two fingers to indicate agreement.

Agreement is good!

Chen Chen Guanlou sighed in relief and ordered Mu Yiguan Mu, "Use medicine boldly. Claim any excess from the Marquis Manor. In short, do not be stingy with medicinal materials."

Mu Yiguan Mu replied, "The body cannot accept tonics when it is too weak! The Marquis's condition primarily requires quiet rest. Arrange for someone to administer acupuncture daily to relax the tendons and activate the blood. The tendons and vessels must not die. If the tendons and vessels die, he will never stand again in this lifetime."

Upon hearing that he might not stand, Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu, grew anxious again.

Mu Yiguan Mu was very dissatisfied and disdainful. "Marquis, I have reminded you repeatedly: do not be anxious, do not be anxious. In your condition, haste is strictly forbidden; you must maintain a calm state of mind. If you continue like this, even the Great Luo Immortals cannot save you."

After a scolding, Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu, finally quieted down.

By evening, someone from the Marquis Manor finally arrived.

The heir of the Marquis of Fanyang led several servants to the Heavenly Prison.

Seeing his own Laozi in the side room, he immediately knelt on the ground and wept, shouting at the top of his voice, "Your son has arrived too late! Your son is unfilial! Your son deserves to die..."

Chen Chen Guanlou had no patience to listen to his nonsense and cut him off directly. "Young Master Heir, do not rush to wail. First, change the Marquis's clothes; he is wet and has not yet been washed."

Heir of the Marquis of Fanyang:...

No wonder he smelled a stench of urine as soon as he entered the room.

"Thank you for the reminder, Captain Chen." He waved his hand, and several servants stepped forward, skillfully turning and washing the Marquis of Fanyang.

Chen Chen Guanlou then pulled the Heir of the Marquis of Fanyang toward the office to discuss the matter of money.

Heir Lu Fang, upon hearing Chen Chen Guanlou's outrageous demands, immediately began to cry.

"My father is too miserable... framed by others... rebuked by Your Majesty... and now paralyzed... all the pressure rests on me, the heir. I am so anxious that I cannot sleep well every night. Senior Brother, do you think I look noticeably older?"

He is very skilled at building connections.

A moment ago he was still addressing him as Captain Chen, but now he has switched to calling him Senior Brother.

Chen Chen Guanlou raised an eyebrow. "I am not worthy of the title 'Senior Brother'. Since this concerns official business, it is best to handle it as official business. I have already arranged for someone to report the Marquis's condition to the Ministry of Justice and sent someone to the Summer Palace to report to Minister Sun, asking Minister Sun to make the decision.

To be honest, the Marquis's current state is not suitable for continued detention in the Heavenly Prison; it is best for him to return home to recuperate. Whether this can be achieved depends on the Emperor's will. Therefore, after you return, Young Master Heir, immediately submit a memorial to the court, find the necessary people without delay, and do not be stingy with the money.

Saving the Marquis's life is better than anything else. You know the current situation of the court better than I do. If the Marquis dies at this moment, guess whether you can smoothly inherit the title? Will Your Majesty take the opportunity to strip the title?"

"Senior Brother, do not frighten me! Everyone in the Marquis Manor of Fanyang is loyal to the monarch and loves the country. Why would Your Majesty strip the title?" Heir Lu Fang was very dissatisfied, his emotions showing on his face, suspecting that Chen Chen Guanlou was cursing his Lu family.

Chen Chen Guanlou kept a stern face. "Of course it is because the Emperor is displeased! The Emperor wants to take out his anger on someone. The Emperor sent someone to rebuke the Marquis, and the result was that the Marquis died. When this news reaches the Emperor's ears, guess what the Emperor will think? 'What a Marquis of Fanyang, daring to resist with death, thinking that death settles everything!' Dream on! Do you think this is possible?"

Heir Lu Fang instantly froze, a flicker of fear passing through his eyes.

Considering the temper of Emperor Yuanding, this hypothesis was very likely to come true.

Emperor Yuanding was not a man with a good temper, nor was he a tolerant person. On the contrary, he had a narrow mind and was mean and ungrateful.

If his father died... he dared not imagine what consequences he would bear.

He broke out in a cold sweat all over and stared blankly at Chen Chen Guanlou. "Senior Brother, just now..."

"I am not frightening you! One must always prepare for the worst. I suppose, for you, having the title stripped is the worst thing."

Lu Fang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. In the heat of the day, he felt chilled all over.

He gritted his teeth. "I understand. Upon returning, I will find people immediately. I will not be stingy with the money to be spent. As for my father, I trouble Senior Brother to look after him a bit. I will deposit three thousand taels first. What do you think?"

"Acceptable!"

Chen Chen Guanlou nodded with a smile.

Lu Fang was very sensible; he was very satisfied.

Both parties reached an agreement and went together to the side room to visit Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu.

The washing was already finished, and incense was burning in the side room to remove the odor.

Marquis of Fanyang, Lu Pu, was dry and his mood had improved somewhat. Looking at his eldest son, he wanted to speak, but could not get the words out.

Chen Chen Guanlou instructed Lu Fang on how to communicate.

As the father and son spoke in private, Chen Chen Guanlou tactfully left, not wanting to be an eyesore.

Mu Yiguan Mu was drinking tea in the office. Chen Chen Guanlou took the opportunity to ask him, "How much longer can the Marquis of Fanyang live?"

"If the family is diligent and cares for him well, three to five years is no problem. If they are not diligent, even three to five months is a long time."

"The situation is so severe; can he still stand?"

"He is old, and his bodily functions are declining. It is difficult! Moreover, he already suffers from many illnesses and does not avoid forbidden foods; these are all death warrants. If he were ten or eight years younger, I could regulate his condition, and there would still be a chance for him to stand. After all, his stroke was not severe. Alas, he is old; everything is heartbreaking!"

Mu Yiguan Mu spoke lightly about the Marquis of Fanyang's condition, completely without emotion. He had seen many similar patients; the more he saw, the harder his heart became.

After practicing medicine for a long time, he had summarized one experience: one must never be soft-hearted!

A soft heart cannot cure diseases.

Only medical skill and medicine can cure diseases!

Being soft-hearted for one person and delaying treatment for ten others—is that good or evil?

It is better to have a hard heart to live a long life. Only by living long enough does one have sufficient time to hone medical skills and cure more patients.

Chen Chen Guanlou sighed and said, "Regardless of how long he lives, I have only one requirement: do not let him die in the Heavenly Prison. If he dies, I will have a hard time reporting."