In the back hall of the An Lin Prefecturate Manor.
The officials of the state capital gathered outside the house, anxiously waiting for the results of the magistrate's treatment.
Finally, a bearded old man walked out with a medicine box. The officials waiting around immediately surrounded him.
"How's Lord Lin's injuries?"
A trusted aide of the magistrate asked impatiently.
The old physician shook his head and said helplessly, "I've temporarily saved the magistrate's life, but I can only prolong this last breath. I don't know when he'll wake up. I've left behind two prescriptions, one for consumption and one for external use. If he can survive for ten days to half a month, his life will be fine… However, regarding his amputated arm, even this old man can't do a thing about it."
Hearing this, everyone rushed into the room to check the situation.
As soon as they entered the house, the pungent smell of medicine assaulted their noses.