"Chen Jingyu must be kept alive. He still has his uses."
With that, Jiang Zhizhou hurried off toward the Medical Hall.
When he arrived at the Medical Hall, he found the physician busy directing his young apprentices to light the fire and brew medicine.
Seeing him enter, the physician smiled at Jiang Zhizhou. "Good sir, have you come to see that young fellow?"
Jiang Zhizhou nodded. "Indeed. How is he doing?"
The physician waved a hand. "Very poorly, but I have used acupuncture to protect his heart meridian. So long as he makes it through tonight, his condition should begin to improve tomorrow."
Jiang Zhizhou's brows knitted as he listened. He knew full well how badly Chen Jingyu had been injured. For someone without the strength to truss a chicken to survive thirty military cudgel strokes before the Grievance Drum would truly be a wonder under heaven.
Although Chen Jingyu had received only fifteen strokes, Jiang Zhizhou still believed he would not survive.
Yet Jiang Zhizhou understood that Chen Jingyu could not die just now.
He bore an exceptionally important task: exposing the truth behind the bribery of the examiners in this Spring Examination.
Behind those examiners stood the Minister of Revenue.
And behind the Minister of Revenue stood the Regent King.
At present, the Regent King's domain was as solid as an iron plate, leaving them struggling to find an opening. The Minister of Revenue was an exceptionally important figure.
If Chen Jingyu simply died like this, the matter would become impossible to unravel.
Without a witness to testify, this play could not go on.
At that thought, Jiang Zhizhou's expression grew solemn.
He looked at the physician. "Do you know who the man lying inside is?"
The physician visibly paused at Jiang Zhizhou's question.
The man's injuries were