Miss Truth
Chapter 128 - 81 Long Admired Reputation_2

Chapter 128: Chapter 81 Long Admired Reputation_2

Ran Yan supported him to sit on the couch, saw plain cloth on the low table, along with some wound medicine, all the items neatly arranged, and then reached out to undo his clothing.

Su Fu watched as his clothes were quickly stripped off by a wife, his eternally icy expression becoming even stiffer, pursing his lips, his gaze falling on Ran Yan’s face, seeing her with a grave and earnest expression, his tense muscles gradually relaxed somewhat.

Ran Yan deftly cleaned the blood around the wound, sprinkled on some hemostatic powder, and looking up she said, "This wound is too deep, it needs to be stitched up, do you have a needle?"

"It’s in the medicine box," Su Fu gave a slight nod of his chin.

Following his gesture, Ran Yan looked at the unassuming wooden box by the table. Opening the box, she saw it was filled with bottles and jars of varying sizes, the most abundant being those small celadon porcelain bottles.

There were no lights on in the room, only moonlight shining through the gaps in the window. Ran Yan finally found what she wanted but lacked the ability to thread a needle without seeing, so she stood and opened the window, allowing the watery moonlight to pour inside, slightly improving visibility.

Struggling to thread the needle in the moonlight, and failing after a long while, she reluctantly said, "Do you have a light?"

Su Fu silently took the needle and thread from her hand, easily threading it, then asked, "How long do you need?"

"Three feet," Ran Yan said.

Su Fu cut the thread and passed the needle to Ran Yan.

Taking the needle and thread, Ran Yan squatted down, used two fingers to pinch the burst skin together, and began to stitch it up skillfully.

Since the era of Hua Tuo, surgery had existed, including the rudimentary form of suturing. Traditional Chinese medicine’s approach to treating such external wounds was not inferior to Western medicine. Although the state of medical skills in the Great Tang was generally lower compared to later generations, Hua Tuo’s achievements were well-known, and using a needle and thread to stitch a wound should not be considered particularly novel. At least Su Fu’s medical box was equipped with needles and thread, so Ran Yan would not think he used them for sewing clothes.

Su Fu was very cooperative, and Ran Yan’s movements were extremely quick.

"You..." Ran Yan straightened up, the words reaching her lips but then she changed her mind, "We’re even now, right?"

She wasn’t afraid of trouble, but she also didn’t want to make meaningless sacrifices. For someone like Su Fu, it was better not to know too much.

Su Fu’s voice was cold, "There’s also an umbrella."

Ran Yan nodded, "Tomorrow as soon as it gets dark, I’ll throw the umbrella into the woods."

Ran Yan felt that the umbrella must hold significant importance to Su Fu; otherwise, seeing how he discarded such expensive swords without a hint of regret, why would he care about a mere umbrella? Perhaps he wasn’t such a cold-hearted person after all.

Coming out of the woods, it was the end of the Hai hour, Ran Yan washed her hands in a wooden basin in the yard, then quietly returned to her bedroom.

The moon was tranquil, and everything returned to peace.

The next day, Ran Yan was woken up by a shrill scream. She crawled out from under the covers, walked into the yard in her plain clothes while yawning, and asked with a frown, "What happened?"

Xiaoman’s face was pale as she said, "Slave deserves death for waking Wife, but... but Slave discovered that a basin of water left in the courtyard last night had turned into a basin of blood-stained water this morning!"

Ran Yan was stunned for a moment before recalling her haste when she returned last night, her hands still smeared with a bit of blood, and thus had washed them in the basin.

"Then just... pour it out," Ran Yan said.

Xingniang said uneasily, "Wife, we have just moved into this courtyard and such a thing has occurred, should we ask the Temple Master to come have a look? Or perhaps ask for a different courtyard?"

The mountain air was cool and Ran Yan’s drowsiness faded away quickly. Since she couldn’t explain the matter clearly, nor could she make a fuss to the Temple Master, Ran Yan could only muster a master’s authority, and said with a cold voice, "Pour it out. My affairs are already being wildly gossiped about outside, if you intend to add fuel to the fire, there’s no need to tell the Temple Master. Just go down to the mountain and display it to the public—that would be even quicker!"

Wan Lu felt that Ran Yan’s words made a lot of sense. If someone with malicious intent learned of this, it was unpredictable how dangerous the rumors could get. She promptly picked up the basin and stepped outside, pouring it into the woods to the south.

The blood was not much to begin with, merely mixed with the water, which made it appear somewhat frightful. Once poured onto the ground, it was invisible.

"No one is allowed to speak of this matter," Ran Yan said indifferently.

Xingniang understood the consequences and kept the matter to herself. Seeing Xiaoman’s pale face, a faint smile appeared on her own as she took her hand to console her, "Do not panic, it’s just a basin of water, after all. Perhaps some Nun, due to her monthly blood, stained her clothes and slipped into our courtyard to wash them secretly, too ashamed to reveal herself."

Ran Yan’s lips twitched slightly as she lamented inwardly; Xingniang’s imagination truly was unmatched by ordinary people... Monthly blood... why hadn’t she thought of that?

After disposing of the water, Wan Lu returned with Xiaoman to attend to Ran Yan as she freshened up and changed her clothes.

As soon as she finished tidying up, a young nun appeared at the door with a food box, chanting a Buddhist invocation, "Is anyone in the courtyard? Master has sent me to deliver breakfast to Ran Yan!"

Xingniang stepped out to receive the food box, "Thank you, young Master."

"Amitabha, the Temple Master conducts morning rituals at the hour of Mao and will finish at the hour of Chen. Master has asked for Ran Yan to visit the Temple Master thereafter." the young nun explained.

"Who is the revered master?" Xingniang asked, sensing that the ’Temple Master’ and ’Master’ seemed not to be the same person.

The young nun was quite amiable, smiling gently as she explained, "Master’s dharma name is Jing Hui. There are four in charge here in the nunnery: one is the Temple Master, one is my Master, another is my Teacher Uncle, with the dharma name Jing Xue. The other, Teacher Uncle Jing Yuan, usually does not manage affairs. The Temple Master also prefers to cultivate in tranquility. If Ran Yan has any needs, she can seek my Master or Teacher Uncle Jing Xue."

"Thank you for the guidance, young Master," Xingniang bowed slightly.

The young nun returned the gesture with a Buddhist salutation, glanced into the courtyard once more, and as Xingniang asked, "Does the young Master seek something from my mistress?"

"Nothing, nothing," the young nun denied hurriedly, waving her hands and quickly took her leave.

Xingniang watched her leave with curiosity and then murmured to herself as she carried the food box into the courtyard. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)