Chapter 349

Yes, I will obey. The kneeling person wiped the sweat from their forehead.

They went to the official's residence; although several doctors were summoned, Kang Ziwei kept watch nearby, fearing those doctors might have ulterior motives.

"Go call Zhang Cunwen in." Jiang Yunchu suddenly spoke.

"Princess Consort!" Zi Su was somewhat anxious; the wound on the master's shoulder was so deep that when bandaging, the blood almost wouldn't stop—how could she now worry about others?

Jiang Yunchu glanced at her; Zi Su resignedly bowed and said, "Yes!"

Zhang Cunwen was called in; speaking, he smiled and said, "Dean, you called for me?"

"Let your doctor examine your wound." Jiang Yunchu frowned; these kids, sometimes being too sensible is not good.

"I..." Zhang Cunwen was about to retort, but saw the Dean's eyes.

Then he sighed helplessly, "Okay."

Under the Dean's gaze, their little movements could not escape notice; he had fooled his companions, but not the Dean.

Even Jia Chuan thought he had merely bumped it, with no serious harm.

But...

When the wide sleeve was rolled up, a long wound on his forearm occupied half the length of his arm.

"You child, why didn't you say earlier?" Zhuang Miao exclaimed upon seeing it.

"Doctor." Kang Ziwei had already risen, picking up her medical kit and walking over.

Over there, two doctors also approached.

"Zhang Cunwen, are you planning to discard this arm?" Kang Ziwei stared at the deep wound; his dark clothing hid any bloodstains, and in the chaotic scene she hadn't noticed.

She even felt some self-reproach; in that situation the Dean had noticed, but she herself had not.

"Heh, it's just a small wound; I've checked and there's no poison."

Zhang Cunwen gave an embarrassed smile; they had studied basic pharmacology, simple bandaging techniques, and some poisoning symptoms and treatments.

He had intended to first make sure the Dean was unharmed, then secretly treat himself; now the Dean is injured, everyone is in disarray, and he cannot add to the chaos.

"A small wound?"

Kang Ziwei looked at the large wound; it would inevitably leave a scar.

She lifted the liquor and poured it without hesitation.

"Hiss—" Zhang Cunwen sucked in a breath of cold air, his fists clenched tight, the veins on his neck bulging instantly, his whole body trembling.

"Zi… Ziwei sister, could you give me a heads-up next time?"

Let him have some mental preparation; this was so sudden, he wasn't ready.

"Still want a next time?"

Just then Kang Zhiqiu walked over, glared at Zhang Cunwen, and thought, "I never noticed this side of him before—he endures everything and stays silent."

This temperament doesn't resemble that of the third son among the five wealthy idlers, though the others aren't exactly like them either.

A flicker passed through Kang Zhiqiu's eyes as she looked at the pale-faced, pain-wracked Zhang Cunwen; she softly said, "Serves you right!"

Then she went to Jiang Yunchu's bedside; his just‑cold little face immediately broke into a faint smile, "Dean, how are you?"

"Did you go to the scene? Any findings?"

She smiled lightly; this little girl is good at observation, able to notice what others miss—she hasn't arranged it yet, but it seems these kids have started acting on their own.

This...

Not bad!

"Nothing can be hidden from you, Elder Ning still won't let us speak!" Kang Zhiqiu smiled; she was one of the best at concealing emotions, but this...

The Dean saw through it at a glance; it was clear they really had nothing to hide.

"He's just worried about me."

Whenever Jiang Yunchu mentioned the child, her entire aura shifted, becoming much softer.

"I, Nai Xin, and Uncle One-Ear went together to the scene and also to the yamen, examining those people's files."

"What's frightening is that there seems to be no loophole at all."

"Those clothes were all custom-made at nearby shops; those items have no traceable origin; the poisoned individuals have already been autopsied by the coroner, but there is still no result."

"But since they've been sent out, I'm afraid..."

When Kang Zhiqiu said these things, her voice was low; only the three people inside the tent heard it.

Jiang Yunchu smiled, looking at the weary little one, and said, "Go get a good rest; I know what to do."

"'Does the Dean know which faction it is?' Kang Zhiqiu's eyes lit up."

"'I don't know, but with a rough scope, I've confirmed some things.'"

"'As for what comes next, you don't need to worry; just rest well.'"

This matter has already exceeded their abilities; it's more of a court intrigue—are her methods too soft?

Making those people think they can be easily bullied!

Well...

She didn't mind moving a bit.

"Yes."

Kang Zhiqiu bowed and withdrew; seeing the Dean's weary expression, she knew he was tired.

Not only were they tired, the Dean was tired too.

"'Zhang Xiaosan, if you keep going like this, you'll eventually bring about your own doom.' She muttered that, then left the room."

Zhang Cunwen glanced at her retreating figure—that small girl with a straight back; although her words were harsh, they nevertheless conveyed concern.

The companions' concern for him was not due to his family background, free of ulterior motives, solely because they were companions.

"'See if you dare not tell me in the future.'"

Kang Ziwei gave him a half‑smile, then trimmed the thread ends; after a few actual operations, her manual ability has improved a lot, and her hand no longer shakes at all.

The two physicians behind him, watching Kang Ziwei's series of operations, all widened their eyes, wondering if this person's flesh could be stitched up like cloth.

"Don't eat random junk; for the past few days, this arm must not touch water, understand?" Kang Ziwei asked, tidying up her things, repeating the question carefully.

"Sister Zi Wei, I know all."

In class, it's knowledge everyone has learned, and it's a course taught by the Dean—how dare he say he doesn't know?

Not only will the Dean deal with him, but his companions will gang up on him too!

"That's fine; you must come to me every day to change the dressing, no more delays—remember?"

"Zhang Cunwen, we're still counting on you to earn money!"

When Kang Ziwei said her last words, she sighed, glanced at Zhang Cunwen and gave a light smile—it was child's play, but also true.

They all entrusted the task of earning money to Zhang Cunwen; they had never discussed it, yet it seemed they had formed a tacit understanding.

"Yes, I guarantee to complete the task."

Zhang Cunwen smiled; since leaving Jingdu, he had been suppressing his emotions, and now, even though he is injured, he can still laugh heartily.

In the Yong Bo Marquis Manor, all he feels is profit and exploitation—rise early only for gain, and if something has no use, it can be kicked aside at will.

But among his companions, he feels needed, cared for, and cherished.

These opposite emotions, however, also strengthen his resolve.