Arrange for several people to carry the patient to the bed next to them.
"Donāt rush, everyone step back, let me check first." The old doctor saw several men gathered around, their eyes red and full of anxiety, and quickly spoke to calm them down.
Ye Muyu also stood by, noting that the men were wearing coarse cloth garments, still stained with soil, likely from carrying bags and doing hard labor in North City.
Similarly, she recognized that the clothes they wore were bought at Yonghe Clothing Shop, not expensive, but durable, though not very soft.
It was evident that these men did not come from wealthy backgrounds.
She looked only for a moment before averting her gaze to the young man lying on the bed.
The young man had his hair tied up, but with no adornments, just simply fixed with a wooden hairpin.
Yet, his outstanding face, even now pale from excessive blood loss, could not conceal his striking features.
Lips red, teeth white, with a strong youthful aura.
But...when the old doctor opened his clothing, the terrifying wound inside was instantly revealed.
There were chaotic bruises, both new and old.
Yet, compared to the bloody hole on his forehead, none were life-threatening.
"Poor child, how could such wounds not be tended to."
The old doctor was startled, reaching out to open his clothing to apply medicine when, half-conscious, the young man abruptly grasped the doctorās wrist.
His strength was immense, the old doctor couldnāt help but cry out in pain.
The several young men standing by hadnāt realized what was happening, instinctively trying to pry the boyās hand open: "Hey, Sixth brother, donāt be afraid, the doctor is treating you."
Finally, they managed to make the young man release his grip.
Yet, he weakly opened his eyes, his face flushed red with fever: "Iām...fine, no need for medicine."
Those wolf-like eyes held vigilance and wariness.
"Sixth brother, donāt worry about the cost, the wound on your head is so big, not treating it could be fatal."
"All of us brothers shared our last monthās monthly allowance, there is enough for your treatment."
The brothers took turns trying to persuade him.
The old doctor stood aside with a sympathetic sigh: "Young man, I know youāre reluctant to spend money, but your wound must be bandaged, at least to stop the bleeding, otherwise, your life might be at risk."
"Iām not joking, young fellow."
Ye Muyu noticed something from the details, "Doctor He, you bandage his head wound, are you family members? I have some hemostatic medicinal herbs here. They were intended to be thrown away due to poor drying results, but if you donāt mind, I can take you over to see if they can be sorted and used."
The old doctor listened to Ye Muyu, stroked his graying beard: "Are you talking about those herbs that got rained on before? Shouldnāt we inform Doctor Lu?"
The old doctor knew Lu Sangqiās relationship with Ye Muyu, so he hadnāt thought of speaking out, just instinctively asked.
"Itās fine, Doctor Lu thought the same, he just didnāt have time to instruct," Ye Muyu shook her head, her words reassuring the old doctor, who began to bandage the young manās head wound.
The young men were pleasantly surprised, eagerly looking at Ye Muyu: "This little doctor, really?"
"Yes, go with her, she will tell you what to do."
Ye Muyu had Liuye, who had also done a simple disguise, take them to the backyard.
Su Mei stayed by Ye Muyuās side, becoming something of a typical representative.