As everyone debated, offering all manner of opinions, someone proposed a different view.
"Although Wei Sizhong has suddenly fallen gravely ill, it hasn't reached the point where we must report it to His Majesty."
"Besides, His Majesty is still furious with Wei Sizhong. If we rashly report this, we may draw his imperial wrath."
"If this makes His Majesty think we have ties to Wei Sizhong, the consequences..."
The jailers, who had already agreed to submit a memorial, blanched at these words.
Indeed, His Majesty's position remained unclear. Although he had not yet ordered how Wei Sizhong should be dealt with, who could guarantee that he was not waiting for the right moment?
If they intervened at such a critical juncture, there was truly no telling what might follow.
"Then what do you think we should do now?"
The jailers all turned to this man for advice.
“Since he has suddenly fallen gravely ill, we should naturally summon the Prison Doctor. As for what happens afterward, that is not for us to worry about.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The Prison Doctor arrived promptly. After examining Wei Sizhong, he wrote a prescription, dispensed several doses of medicine, and left.
As luck would have it, after Wei Sizhong had taken the medicinal decoction for several days, his condition stabilized.
The jailers breathed a long sigh of relief.
That night, Wei Sizhong's steward came to visit him in prison again, accompanied by someone dressed as a young manservant.
The jailers had already received considerable benefits from the steward. They had even secretly received plenty of rare treasures they had never so much as seen before.
Now that he had arrived, they naturally no longer questioned him at every turn as they had before. The moment they saw him, they signaled that he could