Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 370 - 369: My Lord, Save Me

"Did you knock him out?" Lu Qing looked at Fu Lu.

Fu Lu shook his head hurriedly, the movement was so vigorous that the person he was holding swayed from side to side: "Sir, it wasn’t me. The moment this guy saw us, he tried to run away. I grabbed his shoulder, and he just fainted by himself!

Look at his frail body. If I had really hit him, he’d be in pieces by now!"

As he said this, Zhu Yu also noticed that the man was as thin as a stick, barely better than a mummy. His head, held by the rune next to him, was lifted to reveal a face covered in a beard and deeply sunken cheeks.

Looking further at his wrists and ankles exposed from the tattered inner clothes, one could vaguely see some scars, suggesting he had suffered some physical abuse.

"Take him upstairs first, find an empty room to settle him down, and have Yan Daoxin take a look at him," instructed Lu Qing.

Fu Lu agreed readily, and carried the man upstairs.

Carrying the man upstairs was effortless since he was so frail. Fu Lu easily lifted him as if he were carrying a light box, settling him down in an empty room without breaking a sweat.

After settling the man, Yan Daoxin, who had heard the noise and knew he could rely on others, was also invited over by the Fu Lu. As he entered the room, he saw Zhu Yu by the bedside, bending over, using her hand to open the man’s eyelids, inspecting him with a frown.

"Is this another poisoning case?" Yan Daoxin leaned forward and asked.

"I can’t really tell if he’s poisoned," Zhu Yu shook her head, "but his eyelids are completely pale, his face ashen and bluish, which looks like severe blood loss.

I only know a little about taking pulses. You should check if he’s really suffering from severe blood deficiency."

Yan Daoxin gestured for Zhu Yu to step aside from the bed, sat down carelessly, pulled the man’s limp hand from the edge of the bed, placed his fingers on his wrist, and focused for a moment before checking the pulse on the other wrist.

"His blood deficiency is indeed very severe." After a while, he released the man’s wrist and started to unbutton his inner clothes.

The man’s emaciated upper body was covered with countless overlapping scars, old and new, some looking like they were struck by a whip, others by a wooden stick, and even some resembling burns from a branding iron.

Although these scars were shocking, upon examination, there were no signs of any wounds that had been bled.

"His blood deficiency doesn’t seem to be from bloodletting but more like it’s been starved out of him." Yan Daoxin concluded after his inspection.

Zhu Yu was also observing carefully on the side, indeed finding no wounds that could cause significant blood loss, and although the physical scars looked appalling, there appeared to be no life-threatening injuries.

Therefore, although they had no idea who this person was or why he was being held, it was clear that the other party never intended to take his life.

So, what was so special about this person’s identity?

"Don’t worry too much," Yan Daoxin pulled a quilt from the side and covered the man, then motioned to the rune, "Find a green gourd in my box and get a pill for him to take."

After he spoke, seeing Zhu Yu’s puzzled expression, he added, "It’s to replenish qi and blood!"

"I’ll go get it now." The rune nodded vigorously and then paused, "Divine Doctor, should I also get half a bowl of warm water to dissolve the pill?"

"Don’t do unnecessary things." Yan Daoxin waved his hand dismissively, speaking with an uncharacteristic casualness that was inconsistent with his usual ethereal demeanor, "Is it easier to pry his jaws open and put a pill in or to pour half a bowl of water down his throat?"

The rune said no more, rushed to get the pill, and brought it back shortly afterward.

Yan Daoxin took the pill. Zhu Yu adeptly opened the man’s mouth, allowing Yan Daoxin to place the pill inside, then helped close it.

The two of them coordinated seamlessly, their actions swift and without the slightest hesitation.

Lu Yan, unaware of the details, curiously observed the man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Lu Zhang was different.

He had clearly seen Zhu Yu examine the deceased before, but back then he merely thought she was a somewhat capable historian by Lu Qing’s side.

Now, knowing that she was Princess Xiaoyao, a woman, watching her confidently assisting Yan Daoxin, and Lu Qing observing everything with a calm expression, Lu Zhang felt an indescribable strangeness.

On one hand, it seemed somewhat unconventional, but on the other hand, he couldn’t help but admire Zhu Yu’s courage and skills, surpassing many men, and also Lu Qing’s composed demeanor and even appreciation of it all.

Thinking about Yan Shu, Lu Zhang’s emotions grew even more complex.

At the moment, besides himself, no one else seemed to care about his inner turmoil; everyone was intrigued by who this man was and why he emerged from a tunnel in the middle of the night.

"Could he be the one we heard screaming the other night?" Zhu Yu hypothesized, "He escaped, and we haven’t heard any other sounds tonight."

"That makes sense," Lu Qing nodded, agreeing.

"Does this man have a personal vendetta with that group?" Yan Daoxin questioned, grabbing the man’s wrist again, "There’s no sign of poisoning, just severe weakness.

It’s curious because, in the Immortal Castle, the servants are like living corpses, the villagers are never clear-headed day or night, and even the so-called guest accommodations are planted with flowers that cause people to faint and stay unconscious.

Yet, this man, though weak, shows no signs of poisoning!"

As they spoke, the man who had been unconscious seemed disturbed by their conversation or perhaps the pill was taking effect. His eyelids fluttered, and a pained moan escaped his throat.

His eyelids trembled as if using tremendous effort to open, prompting Yan Daoxin to almost intervene and help.

Finally, the man weakly opened his eyes. Realizing he was on a bed, he touched the quilt covering him as if in disbelief.

Looking up, he saw Lu Qing and the others standing nearby. The man was initially stunned, but then struggled to get up.

Just as everyone thought he was frightened and was about to speak, they heard him open his mouth and say in a hoarse voice, "Sir, save me..."