Chapter 3

Liu Yitie, in his heart, cursed the two officials from Yiliang County thoroughly. Following these two would surely bring no good.

Now, treating the person lying on the ground was the main task. If he could be cured, there might be a reward; if not, it would definitely be a dead end. Mr. Yang from Kunming was known for protecting his family, otherwise, how could he have the notorious reputation of the "Bull of Dian"?

"The injury is on the back of the head; you must be very careful when treating it."

Not only Liu Yitie, but also the county magistrate and the county historian felt unjustly implicated. The county historian felt even more wronged, as the back of the head was a vital area, and he was afraid that Liu Yitie might make a mistake and further injure the person on the ground.

Liu Yitie's hand, which was about to reach out, trembled, and then he slowly placed it on the back of Yang Sanlang's head. After feeling the pulse and examining the injury, Liu Yitie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As Liu Yitie relaxed, the county magistrate and the county historian also felt much better. It seemed there was no serious problem. As long as the person was fine, they might still be able to keep their positions.

"Your Excellencies, there's nothing seriously wrong with Third Young Master. He was just shocked by a heavy blow to the back of his head, which also injured his blood and qi, causing him to faint. After applying some medicine to stop the bleeding, he will surely recover and be as lively as a dragon and a tiger."

While speaking lightly, Liu Yitie was also cursing the foolish person who inflicted the injury. The back of the head was a dangerous area, and a slight mistake could be fatal. He didn't know what the person used, but Third Young Master Yang had a large wound on the back of his head.

Everyone said that Yang Sanlang from Kunming was tough, but now it seemed he was just benefiting from his father's influence. How could a tough person be hit so badly?

"Hurry up and clean him up! If the Yang family comes and sees him like this, there will surely be trouble!"

The county magistrate, still shaken, urgently instructed the county constables to carefully carry Yang Sanlang into the county office and have Liu Yitie treat his injuries as soon as possible.

Liu Yitie gathered the necessary items and followed the constables into the county office. He untied Yang Sanlang's greasy braid and carefully found the location of the wound. Fortunately, Third Young Master Yang was strong and healthy; otherwise, this blow would have been fatal.

The severe pain in the back of his head woke Mo San up again. As soon as he woke up, he saw an old man with a yellowish substance in his hands, about to apply it to his face. Remembering the dirty feet that had kicked him on the way, Mo San instinctively kicked out.

"Third Young Master, I'm treating your injuries!"

Liu Yitie was startled by Mo San's kick, not expecting this fool to be so unreasonable and kick him without a word. Fortunately, he had trained, or he would have been in trouble.

"Treating injuries?"

Mo San was slowly regaining his senses, unsure if he was dead or alive. From the old man's words, he was probably still alive, but where was he? Who were these people around him? He didn't recognize any mountain people.

"Yes! Third Young Master, you were injured by a few ruffians. This is the famous doctor Liu Yitie from Yiliang, who is currently treating your injuries!"

The county historian spoke first, as it was inappropriate for the county magistrate to speak directly. If Yang Sanlang got angry, the county magistrate could mediate later.

"Yiliang? Where is Yiliang?"

Mo San had never heard of Yiliang. Seeing their attitude, it seemed they knew him. He asked where he was to get a sense of his situation.

"Yiliang County, under the jurisdiction of Yunnan Prefecture. How did Third Young Master come to this remote area from Kunming County?"

Yiliang was known as the granary of central Yunnan, not a remote area. The county historian spoke this way to show respect, but Mo San was confused.

"Yunnan Prefecture? Kunming County?"

Mo San knew Yunnan, a large province in the southwest. Kunming, the capital of Yunnan, was known as the Spring City and was one of the largest cities in the southwest. He had never heard of Kunming County.

Looking at the attire of the three men, Mo San wondered if he was in a play. The three men in the room all had whips, and one was wearing Qing dynasty official clothing. Compared to what he had seen on TV and in movies, this man looked out of place.

"Isn't it Yunnan Prefecture and Kunming County? Third Young Master is very famous throughout Yunnan, and this is our first time meeting a real god."

The Bull of Dian was a formidable figure. Even the county magistrate would be helpless if he were killed. It was best to be cautious.

"What time is it now?"

Mo San suddenly felt a sense of unease. This place was strange, and the people and things were strange. The room's furnishings were nice, but there was nothing familiar. Although his body had been ruined by drugs, his vigilance as a drug lord was still high.

"About the third hour of the afternoon."

As a county historian, he was very clear about the time. It was best to be careful when answering Yang Sanlang, who had just been hit on the head.

"I mean, what year is it?"

While asking, Mo San noticed many inconsistencies. His body, though painful everywhere, felt full of vitality. He seemed to have endless strength.

Thinking about this, Mo San looked at his body and was shocked. His arms, legs, and physique were much stronger than when he was not using drugs.

Enduring the severe pain in the back of his head, Mo San carefully examined his body. His arms were almost as thick as his calves, his skin was dark and oily, and his hair was greasy and shiny. Was this still him?

"Daoguang 25th year."

The county historian said carefully. Yang Sanlang frowned, as if about to get angry.

"Bring me a bottle!"

Mo San, with confused thoughts, was thinking about his body and thought it was alcohol, so he said this.

"Third Young Master! This year is Daoguang 25th year of the Qing Dynasty!"

Indeed, the Bull of Dian. How could the era name be alcohol? It was impossible to reason with a fool. The county historian, being cunning, slowly moved backward, wary of the Bull's sudden outburst.

"I mean, bring me alcohol to clean my wound."

The man in official clothing spoke, and Mo San was reminded. His head was definitely injured, and the mud on his body could cause infection. In the south, wounds needed to be treated carefully. This also covered up his previous words.

"Third Young Master is right. Historian, have someone bring some strong alcohol."

Liu Yitie spoke at the right time, making Mo San think he had covered up his mistake. He didn't know that even if he cursed the emperor on the street, most people in Yunnan would ignore him, as he was almost untouchable.

While waiting for the alcohol, Mo San slowly recalled. He seemed to have died in the detention center. That night, reflecting on his life, Mo San deeply regretted his actions. This current situation surprised him. As he thought, a severe pain in his head made him cry out involuntarily.

"Ah..."

"Third Young Master!"

Seeing Yang Sanlang fall backward, the three men beside him were terrified. He had been fine just a moment ago, so why did he suddenly fall?

Fortunately, Liu Yitie was quick and caught him before his head hit the bamboo pillow, which could have had serious consequences.

Images and scenes kept flashing before his eyes: practicing boxing, hunting, roasting meat, and beating people. These were the themes of the images and scenes. Everything else was blurry and unclear, impossible to remember.

Yang Sanlang was groaning, and the three men beside him were at a loss. This was a serious problem.

"County Magistrate, Mr. Ding from the Yang family in Kunming has arrived."

The constable's announcement was like a bolt of lightning. The one-eyed hawk, Mr. Ding, was not expected to come.

"Quickly welcome him! Wait... I'll go with you."

This Mr. Ding, even the governor of Yunnan, might not be taken seriously by the head of the Yang family in Kunming.

"Mr. Ding, I failed to welcome you properly. I apologize."

The emaciated Mr. Ding, the county magistrate Jiang Yuanyi, had met a few times. Though he was a high-ranking official, it depended on who he was compared to. The gentry of Yiliang treated him like a grandfather, but in the eyes of the Yang family in Kunming, he was just a minor figure.

"Mr. Jiang! I have a reason. Where is our Third Young Master?"

Ding Baojun was the sworn brother of the head of the Yang family in Kunming, Mr. Yang Shiqin. They had built a large business in Yunnan, and he, being literate, became the head of the Yang family.

Older Brother Yang Shiqin was good in every way, except for his third son, Yang Meng, who was a troublemaker. In recent years, Third Young Master Yang's skills had improved, and the number of people he had killed had increased.

In the past two or three years, the Yang family had spent over a million taels of silver to cover up the troubles caused by Third Young Master. Just after the New Year, Third Young Master had gone to the mountains, and unexpectedly, he was injured in Yiliang County.

Older Brother Yang Shiqin was furious and had brought three hundred men. He had made a threat: if anything happened to Third Young Master, he would massacre Yiliang County.

"Um... um..."

Yang Sanlang was screaming inside. Going to check on him now might provoke the one-eyed hawk's anger.

"Take me to him!"

Seeing Yiliang County's hesitation, Ding Baojun's heart sank. Could something have happened to the third brother? His face changed, and he didn't hesitate, pulling the county magistrate to lead the way.