Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 844 He knelt down in front of her with a thud.

Upon seeing the other person's face clearly, the young masters from noble families were all stunned.

Isn't this Pang You, who passed both the autumn and metropolitan examinations? Although Pang You came from a poor family, he was extremely talented and passed every examination he took. He was also good at business and interpersonal relationships, and he was clearly suited for officialdom. Therefore, they had high expectations for him and hoped that he would take them with him in the future.

During this time, Pang You kept to himself and refused visitors. They thought he was focusing on preparing for the palace examination. They never expected him to appear on the street in such a disheveled state. They wondered what had happened to him.

"Young Master Pang, what's wrong with you?" Young Master Liu asked in surprise after recognizing the man several times.

Young Master Zhang and Young Master Li helped Song Ruier up, both of them looking puzzled.

"I... I don't know how I got here. I only remember going to a restaurant to drink last night. I must have gotten drunk and been tricked by someone." Song Ruier made up a lie on the spot.

He then hid his right hand inside his sleeve.

This is the hand that holds the pen, the hand that allows him to manipulate events in officialdom.

However, the sharp-eyed Young Master Liu noticed that when he stepped on it, he found that the right hand was a little strange.

He pointed the folding fan in his hand towards Song Ruier's right hand.

"Young Master Pang, your hand doesn't seem to be in good condition. Your wrist is swollen and black. Is it serious?"

Song Ruier felt a sudden chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to remain calm on the surface.

"It's okay, I just got hit by a rock by accident, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

“But I think it looks like he’s been poisoned,” Young Master Li said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Why don't we find a doctor to take a look? The imperial examination is in about a month, and we need to use our right hand to hold the pen and write. If anything goes wrong, it could ruin our lives."

“Brother Pang, the physician in my household is highly skilled. He served in the Imperial Medical Academy for forty years. Why don’t you come to my house and have the physician examine and treat you?” said Young Master Zhang.

Song Ruier certainly hoped that the imperial physician would treat him, but he knew Qiao Lian'er too well. He was afraid that even the imperial physician would be helpless against the poison she had used. In that case, others would know the specific situation he was dealing with and lose faith in him.

He can't take that risk!

So he pretended to be relaxed.

"I'm really fine. I was just hit quite badly. I'll use some medicine to reduce the swelling and wash it for a few days, and I'll be back to normal. Thank you all for your concern. I need to go back and prepare for the imperial examination."

After finishing her sentence, Song Ruier hurriedly left.

Young Master Liu frowned as he watched his retreating figure.

"It seems that Brother Pang has really encountered some misfortune, and has something he can't talk about."

“Yes, his wrist is black and swollen, it doesn’t look like he was hit by something. If he was really poisoned and his right hand was ruined, how could he participate in the palace examination?” Young Master Zhang also shook his head.

During the palace examination, in addition to asking questions in person to test a person's ability to perform on the spot, the emperor would also set questions, and the candidates would have to write down their answers on paper within a specified time and then present them to the emperor.

It's absolutely unacceptable to be clumsy with your hands.

In the palace examination, the lowest-ranking three were granted the title of Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examination), which was considered a sign of adequate answering ability. If the performance was too poor, there were instances where the candidate was relegated to the level of Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial examination) and had to take the exam again after three years. This would be a black mark on their examination career.

Young Master Li snorted: "Brother Pang comes from humble origins. The reason we approached him was because we thought he had a bright future. If he doesn't cherish this opportunity to take the imperial examination, there's no need for us to treat him well."

"Is he short-sighted, thinking that passing the imperial examination means he can rest easy? He wouldn't even come to the mansion to watch his hand; he's playing with his future," said Young Master Zhang.

"We can't speak so soon. Let's wait for his palace examination results before making a decision. If he's a useless person, we shouldn't place too much hope in him," said Young Master Liu.

Fearing that the young masters from wealthy families would catch up with her, Song Ruier hurriedly turned into a small alley, her steps unsteady.

His face was contorted with rage, and he was seething with hatred inside.

He hated not only Qiao Lian'er, but also these people who fawned over the powerful and bullied the weak. They didn't genuinely care about his hand; they were just afraid their bets would fall through.

They already despised his background, so if he really didn't perform well in the palace examination, they would just laugh at him mercilessly and then turn around and leave.

Thinking of this, Song Ruier felt a surge of fear.

He found a clinic that looked decent, but instead of going in, he asked a passerby for directions.

"Excuse me, how long has this clinic been open?"

"It's been over ten years, and there are several senior doctors working there with excellent medical skills," a passerby said.

More than ten years had passed, and the Qiao family had only been in the capital for a few years, so Song Ruier went in without worry.

An elderly doctor picked up Song Ruier's hand and examined it, a serious expression appearing on his face.

"Young man, your hand seems to be in a bit of a predicament."

“As long as it can be cured, you can name any price,” Song Ruier said.

"Let's not talk about this now, young man, just bear with it."

The old doctor squeezed his wrist, stroked his beard, and made a diagnosis: "The bone is broken, with only 30% remaining connected."

"What? Wasn't it almost healed?" Song Ruier's voice suddenly became louder.

"Young man, when did you get this hand injured?"

"Half a month ago."

"For the past two weeks, there hasn't been any improvement. You haven't seen a doctor or taken any medicine?"

Song Ruier was at a loss for words.

"And the color of your wrist is really off."

The old doctor inserted a silver needle again, which quickly turned black. He then bled from the wrist and dripped the blood onto dozens of different powders to observe the reactions. Finally, he shook his head.

Then he went and got another strip of powder, which was used to test for rare poisons.

His expression grew increasingly somber, and he sighed helplessly.

"You've been poisoned. As for what kind of poison it is, I'm sorry, I can't test it here, so I can't prescribe the right medicine for you. I'll prescribe some regular medicine to suppress the poison first, and then you can go to another clinic for a checkup."

Song Ruier walked out dejectedly, carrying a bag of medicine.

The old doctor's puzzled voice came from behind: "Strange, in my more than 30 years of medical practice, this is the first time I have encountered such an unidentifiable poison."

Song Ruier knew that, given his current situation, he had no choice but to go to Qiao Lian'er.

No one can save him.

But he hated Qiao Lian'er so much that he wanted to tear her to pieces, so why would he be willing to beg her?

But if that hand is destroyed, he won't have much hope for the rest of his life.

Song Ruier steeled his resolve. So what if it was all an act? He'd been acting all along; at worst, he'd just have to act in front of Qiao Lian'er this time.

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Qiao Lian'er had just come out of the theater when a figure suddenly knelt down in front of her with a "plop".