Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 665 - 664: Sarcasm

The small tree was about as thick as Zhu Yu’s arm, and a little more than a person’s height. The leaves at the treetop were still growing well, and beneath the fairly straight trunk was a very rough and uneven broken section.

Not to mention Zhu Yu, even the two "mountain bandits" who were loudly cursing just now were dumbfounded by the scene, forgetting their curses and staring blankly as Fu Lu dragged their brother away, along with the tree.

"Master, Master Zhu, it’s this scoundrel who fired the cold arrow!" Before getting close, Fu Lu loudly reported, "I have already confirmed that there’s no one else in the forest, only this one, who fell from the high tree, which can be considered retribution."

"You vile soldier slave! Using such despicable methods with seductive fragrance, you dare turn things around and have the nerve to accuse others!" The two "mountain bandits" came to their senses and immediately began to curse loudly, "You people are truly despicable!

Our brother fell into your hands; to kill or torture him decisively would be the act of a real man, but you chose to humiliate him like this, dragging him back tied to a tree."

"Open your dog eyes and look clearly!" Fu Lu wasn’t as patient as Lu Qing and the others; he had exerted a lot of effort to bring back the man, and hadn’t even caught his breath before being berated. Anger surged up, and he let go, dropping the man on the ground, pointing, "Your brother who fired the cold arrow is indeed a real man!

Climbing that high on the treetop, failing to shoot accurately, and falling down, almost breaking a leg in the process. If I didn’t find something to bind him, I wouldn’t know where to find the lower half of his leg. He is indeed strong, not uttering a sound!

Zhu Yu was beside him listening, almost unable to keep from laughing.

Fu Lu appeared rough, but surprisingly his speech could be quite witty—one glance showed that the man had blacked out from falling from a height, barely left with a breath, unable to scream from a broken leg.

Those two didn’t expect Fu Lu to say that, and for a moment were choked speechless. After some internal strife, looking at their companion with shallow breaths left, their last bit of reason swallowed their curses.

Zhu Yu walked over, crouched down to take a look, realizing it was fortunate that Fu Lu went to check. He was not only robust in his build but also possessed great strength. If it had been Rune, it would be quite difficult to bring this person back intact—after all, Rune didn’t have the strength to break a tree.

Lu Qing watched Fu Lu tie the man up properly and then came over to check the situation, seeing Zhu Yu crouched nearby, furrowing her brow as she examined the man’s injuries.

The man had his eyes tightly shut, face pale, with slightly white lips.

While his face and upper body had some abrasions and bleeding, they were clearly not serious.

The real problem was one of his legs. Even though Fu Lu had torn his clothes into strips, bound them tightly, and fixed them to the small tree trunk, the fracture was still visible, with blood relentlessly pouring from the wound.

"Will his leg still be able to be salvaged?" Lu Qing asked Zhu Yu.

The man’s leg injuries were too severe; if encountered in the military, preserving life would be considered fortunate, with the remainder of his days relying on one leg and a cane.

Yet with Zhu Yu present, Lu Qing had a feeling his wife’s capabilities were unfathomable; what seemed impossible to ordinary people might be feasible for her.

Zhu Yu didn’t rush to answer; after carefully examining the injured leg, she cautiously nodded: "We can give it a try."

After speaking, she asked Fu Lu nearby: "Do we have candles and alcohol on the carriage?"

Fu Lu nodded: "Yes, initially prepared just in case something happened on the road. The wine was a keg of strong liquor you previously asked me to prepare.

I thought you might use it to warm yourself against the cold and damp along the way."

Zhu Yu smiled and waved her hand. She had prepared the liquor for unforeseen circumstances, thinking it could come in handy to treat wounds.

Unexpectedly, it was going to be needed today, and on someone else.

Of course, using it on someone else was better than on their own; she gestured to Fu Lu not to spare it and to quickly bring over what she needed.

After all the commotion, the surrounding darkness began to fade gradually; the sky at the horizon gained a faint pink hue, the sunset glow illuminating the sky also gradually brightened the earth below.

During Zhu Yu’s preparations, the "mountain bandits" who had been bound one by one woke up, finding themselves tied up tightly and tossed aside, suddenly aware of what had happened earlier, feeling infuriated, their curses rising and falling.

Soon enough, among them, someone noticed their heavily injured, completely unconscious companion not far away, and Zhu Yu who was absorbed in unknown activities.

They watched Zhu Yu take out a bag made of cowhide, which unfolded to reveal numerous long-handled knives made of Black Iron, and at the moment was tearing away much of the fabric on their companion’s injured leg.

The few immediately panicked, yelling, with some starting to curse, others loudly questioning, and some trying to stop her, terrified she might do something terrible to their friend.

Though tied to a tree, the two who watched for half the day now appeared more rational than those who had just woken up.

"Stop shouting! Everyone shut up!" One of them admonished his comrades, "They want to reconnect his broken leg! Why are you all shouting! Screaming won’t help save his leg!"

A "mountain bandit" lying sideways on the ground, fiery because he had been affected earlier, and uncomfortable and embarrassing in his stance, couldn’t help but retort upon hearing that: "Don’t talk about his leg, but us all, at this moment, whose current situation isn’t thanks to those few!

Why are you defending others?! Has your brain been damaged by the seductive fragrance?!"

"I think it’s your brain that’s been damaged!" Another "mountain bandit" tied to the tree now spoke up, "Regardless of who is to blame for the current situation, if we don’t count on them to fix Old Nine’s leg, are you going to be freed and know how to set bones?!"