Following Yu Wanli's arrangements, Hu Xiaotian entered the Ministry of Justice Prison openly under the guise of a physician. Naturally, Tong Jincheng was the first person he saw. His clothes were in tatters, and wounds covered his body; one glance made it clear that he had been badly tortured. Hearing someone enter, he struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen almost shut.
Hu Xiaotian set down his medicine chest and said with a show of solemnity, "The Ministry of Justice commissioned me to come and treat your injuries." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two jailers stationed outside the door, never moving an inch from their posts.
"I can still endure a few flesh wounds!" Tong Jincheng said.
Hu Xiaotian silently admired him. This man was a true iron-boned fellow. He opened his medicine chest, which contained the Special Golden Wound-Healing Medicine he had brought. Liu Yucheng of the Divine Farmer Society had given him these medicines, and their effects were remarkable. "A wise man doesn't suffer a loss right before his eyes," he said aloud. "Stubbornly acting tough won't do you any good." Then, using Secret Voice Transmission, he said, "Manager Tong, listen carefully. Prince of Yan Xue Shengjing sent me to deal with the Treasure-Gathering Studio's affairs."
Tong Jincheng was inwardly startled. He forced his eyes open wider, but the face before him was completely unfamiliar. He remained doubtful.
As Hu Xiaotian applied medicine to his wounds, he said, "I'm speaking to you through Secret Voice Transmission. They can't hear us. You only need to nod or shake your head."
Tong Jincheng remained silent. The Golden Wound-Healing Medicine the man applied to his wounds worked wonderfully. The moment it touched his skin, waves of coolness spread through him, and the pain vanished.
"Ma Qingyun