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Fang Jinshu turned to look at Zong Yu.

"There's a jade lotus in the front hall, so I guess there shouldn't be any problems."

Let's go see him.

Of course, he was referring to Zongpingchuan.

The Mu family placed him in a guest room, but before they could give further instructions, Old Madam Wu grabbed her and wouldn't let go. As soon as she entered the Hou residence, she abandoned her own son.

Zhong Yu nodded, and the two arrived at Zong Pingchuan's room.

Upon seeing the two, the commoners all bowed and greeted them.

"Lord, Lady."

Fāng Jǐnxiù raised her hand, letting them know they didn't need to be so formal.

"Where is he How is he"

"Reporting back to Madam, the person is still unconscious, inside."

The people below were all looking grim, and as soon as Fang Jinshu walked in, she realized they were all standing outside, each one wishing they were eight miles away from the room.

"After all, he is the Marquis's father. How can you just throw him inside and ignore him What are you doing so far away"

The servant's face was pale.

"My lady, it's not that we are unwilling to go in and serve. The truth is, the old master reeks so badly that we can't even get near him."

Fang Jinshui just wanted to say how stinky it was. She hadn't thought the smell was that strong when she was at the door just now.

There was a servant over there, quick on his feet and hands. Afraid Fang Jinshi wouldn't believe him, he pushed open the door with force.

Suddenly, a pungent smell spread through the air, causing several servants in the courtyard to vomit on the spot.

Even Fang Jinshu and Zong Yu almost couldn't hold back, gagging and their expressions no longer as relaxed as before.

"This, is he... fallen into a pit of dung"

Even if you fell into a latrine, it wouldn't be this overwhelmingly foul.

"Tell the mistress, the old master is completely immobile. He must have been uncared for for a long time, and his body is covered in filth."

"After a long time, it just became like this."

All that feces and urine had soaked into his clothes, festering there.

Zongyu frowned, his face not looking too happy.

Fāng Jǐnxiù helplessly shook her head, "Grandma and my uncle have lived together for so long, yet they seem indifferent to him."

This stepfather of hers is a complete scumbag, blinded by fame and fortune.

But in the countryside, people still held a good opinion of him. After all, he was Mrs. Wu's biological son; it was cruel for her to treat him this way.

“You, go get a large wooden tub and fill it with hot water.”

"Tell the kitchen to boil more hot water, one bucket definitely won't be enough."

Upon hearing this, the people rushed down to prepare.

Dirty and tiring work that no one wants to do, but you can't just watch the old man get dirtier like this, he's practically a poison bomb. They still have questions for him, they can't let him die now.

Fang Jinshi rolled up her sleeves and took a long cloth from the spatial storage, winding it around her nose and mouth several times to act as a makeshift mask. Finally, she felt less nauseatingly smelly.

"What are you going to do" Zongyu asked, watching her movements.

Of course, we're going to clean him up first. Get him dry and then treat his illness.

Zong Yu Wan Wan didn't expect that Jin Xiu would actually go and save him.

His father, once tried to kill her.

"Why do you care about him"

He grabbed Fang Jinshu's wrist, stopping her from going into the room.

"No matter what I do, he was carried into the manor in full view of everyone. If he died immediately, it would create unfavorable rumors."

Secondly, we still have a lot of questions to ask.

Fan Jinshu patted Zong Yu's hand, "I see his complexion, he shouldn't have much time left."

"As a man is about to die, for the sake of his sons and their family, he should at least be allowed to leave with some dignity."

Zongyu slowly loosened his hand, his heart filled with emotion.

Even though Jinxiu gave him a bunch of logical reasons, he knew that she was willing to endure this filth to care for the people inside simply because he was her father.

"Don't go."

Zong Yu pulled Fang Jinxiu back, and in her surprised gaze, untied the long scarf from her face and wrapped it around his own.

"I'll go."

Fang Jinshi smiled and nodded, taking out the golden needles to prick a few acupoints for Zong Yu. This could temporarily numb his sense of smell.

"That'll do it."

"Go."

The common people carried the hot water and bathtub in. Zong Yu did not call anyone to help, alone in the room stripped Zong Pingchuan's clothes clean.

He had been bedridden for a long time, and his hygiene was extremely poor. He developed numerous pressure sores on his body.

If you use a little more force, it will hurt him.

As Zong Yu cleaned Zuo Pingchuan's body, his palms brushed over his thin frame, the prominent veins, wrinkled skin, and neck that seemed like it would snap with a single pinch.

No matter how great his transgressions, no matter how cruelly he was treated, now he is nothing more than a wretch, a pawn on the verge of death, clinging to life.

His hatred for him could not change the fact that his mother had suffered grievances and hardships for over a decade.

It makes no sense to take revenge on someone who is about to die.

Zong Pingchuan's discarded clothes were burned directly by Fang Jinshu, who then placed a new set of clothes in the room.

It took four buckets of hot water to clean him. The first bucket was practically indistinguishable from sewage, and it wasn't until the later buckets were clear that Zong Yu stopped having people send more hot water in.

During this time, Zong Bo also finished his official duties and came back.

Hearing what happened at the door, he rushed over immediately.

Even the lowly servants wouldn't go near Zong Pingchuan. Zong Bai felt pity for his elder brother, and rushed over, immediately discarding his official robes and rolling up his sleeves to enter.

"I'm going in to help my big brother."

Before Fang Jinshu could say anything, a voice of rejection came from within.

"No need, stay there. No one is to enter without my command."

Zong Bai, smelling this putrid stench, felt even more distressed.

"Big brother, he's not just your father, you've been washing for so long, let me go in and wash for you."

Fang Jinxiu saw her nephew standing in the courtyard for only a while, his face turned pale from the fumes, and he occasionally had spasms of dry retching.

This kid, Zong Bai, is definitely bearing it hard.

She felt sorry for her young nephew and also gave him two injections to numb his sense of smell. Only then did Zongbo feel a little better.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Fang Jinshu pulled him back, "Don't go in and cause trouble for your big brother, he can handle it."

She had heard Zhao Yun say that the smell of rotting corpses on the battlefield was a hundred times worse than this. Zong Yu had once, in order to find an injured subordinate, forced himself to pry open these rotten bodies and found him inside.

After the fourth bucket of clean water was brought out, Fang Jinxiu ordered Zong Pingchuan to be given a new courtyard.

This courtyard's smell will probably take several days of airing out to completely dissipate.

After finishing the process of cleaning up the person, Jinxiu only then sat down to cut his pulse, while also glancing at Zongyu with worry.

"Are you alright"

Haven't you been smoked out of anything

Zong Yu shook his head, still with that unchanging calm expression. Fang Jinxiu admired his mental fortitude.

Perhaps I'll still give him a bath with some medicated herbs later.

"When will he wake up" Zongyu asked.

Fan Jinshu finished taking the pulse and her face grew somewhat grave.

"I have a way to make him wake up quickly," Fang Jinxiu paused, looking at the two brothers.

"I might not make it through tonight." up! If you won't pay for new farm tools, are you expecting us to go up the mountain and dig with our bare hands""I don't care about delays, the grain I've been preparing to plant has already sprouted...