MCSCPM -Chapter 227 Infected Wound

The force with which Shangguan Jiaoran swung her whip meant that whoever it struck would feel immense pain. The moment it hit Ding Ying, she immediately fainted.

“Ding Ying!” Yin Qingyue caught her and called her name loudly, but Ding Ying was already unconscious from the blow.

Jiaoran had not realized the whip had hit Ding Ying, and she was terrified herself. The whip dropped from her hand.

Yin Qingyue examined Ding Ying’s arm, which had been struck—the skin was bleeding and the surrounding area had turned deep purple.

“Mei’er, quickly, come here!” Yin Qingyue shouted.

Mei’er ran over, equally shocked by the scene.

“Miss, what happened? What’s wrong with Miss Ding?”

“Don’t ask questions yet. Quickly bring the medicine. We need to treat her immediately.”

“Yes, Mei’er is going now.”

Looking at the wound, Yin Qingyue knew that if the blow had landed on her, the result would have been just as severe.

“Ding Ying, why did you protect her? Why would you take a whip for her?” Jiaoran complained, still upset.

Yin Qingyue lifted her gaze and glared at Jiaoran. Her voice was sharp: “Shangguan Jiaoran, if anything happens to Ding Ying because of this whip, I will make sure you take two lashes in return.”

“You—”

“You better pray nothing happens to her. Otherwise, you’ve seriously messed up. Have you thought about the consequences?”

It was the first time Yin Qingyue had yelled at her like this. For a moment, Jiaoran was genuinely frightened by that piercing gaze.

Mei’er quickly applied medicine to Ding Ying’s wound.

“This won’t do—we need to get her back immediately,” Yin Qingyue said, frowning.

At that moment, Leng Feng arrived. He had known Ding Ying was here and rushed over. But upon entering, he saw the scene and was horrified.

“What happened?” he asked as he ran forward, his eyes immediately falling on the fainted Ding Ying. His face went pale as he hurried to her side.

“Miss Yin, what’s going on?”

“You should ask this Miss Shangguan,” Yin Qingyue said, glaring at Jiaoran again.

When Leng Feng saw the whip mark on Ding Ying’s arm, he understood immediately. He rose, ready to confront Jiaoran. “You crazy woman! You deserve to die!” he shouted.

“Stop, Leng Feng. Don’t waste your time on her. People like this will face their own consequences. Quickly take Ding Ying back to her residence and let the doctor see her. Human life comes first,” Yin Qingyue intervened.

Still frustrated, Leng Feng couldn’t waste any more time. He picked Ding Ying up and headed out, turning his head to warn Jiaoran: “Listen, I’m keeping track of this. I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

Jiaoran was truly shocked. She had just struck with a single lash. Many maidservants in the General’s mansion had been whipped before, even Yun’er, yet no one fainted. Why did Ding Ying collapse?

She didn’t realize that Ding Ying’s health had always been poor. And Jiaoran had swung the whip with the full force she had intended for Yin Qingyue—a blow strong enough to floor even a robust man.

As Leng Feng carried Ding Ying away, Yin Qingyue lost patience. She slapped Jiaoran across the face. “Shangguan Jiaoran! I am not someone to be trifled with! You keep being this reckless in my house—now leave!”

The word “leave” carried sharp authority.

Jiaoran, stunned and dumbfounded, couldn’t even respond. She just stood there, frozen. By the time she recovered, Yin Qingyue had already left. For the first time in her life, Jiaoran had been thoroughly humiliated.

At the Ding residence, Leng Feng hurriedly brought Ding Ying inside. The household staff, seeing him carry the fainted young lady, were too frightened to stop him.

“Quickly inform the master! And get the doctor—now!”

The steward flustered and scrambled to send someone for the doctor.

Leng Feng gently laid Ding Ying on her bed. Her complexion was pale, making him anxious to the point of his heart racing.

“Ding Ying, you can’t be hurt. You promised to think about us, and you haven’t given me an answer yet. You absolutely cannot be hurt.” He gripped her hand tightly, as if letting go would let her slip away.

At that moment, Ding Heng rushed over. Seeing his daughter lying in bed with a bleeding arm, he almost fell to the ground in shock.

“Ying’er, what happened? Don’t scare your father! Where’s the doctor?”

The steward assured him: “Sir, someone has already gone to fetch the doctor.”

Ding Heng grabbed Leng Feng. “Leng Feng, what happened to my daughter? Did you do something?”

“Sir, you’ve misunderstood. Ding Ying was hurt by Shangguan Jiaoran. That woman struck her with a whip.”

“Shangguan Jiaoran?” Ding Heng was surprised. He had noticed the relationship between his daughter and Jiaoran, but he never imagined Shangguan Qingyun’s daughter would bully his own. He could take a little insult, but his daughter’s well-being was non-negotiable.

“If anything happens to my daughter, Shangguan Qingyun’s daughter will pay the same price!” Ding Heng gritted his teeth.

The doctor soon arrived, and Ding Heng and Leng Feng waited anxiously outside. Leng Feng explained Jiaoran’s past behavior and today’s incident. Ding Heng was furious—confrontation with Shangguan Qingyun seemed inevitable.

“Although my daughter hasn’t agreed to this engagement, she’s clearly starting to accept you, Leng Feng. You’re practically my son-in-law already. I saw how tense you were just now—if she really marries you, I can rest assured.”

“Sir, you have my word. I won’t disappoint you. I’ll take good care of Ding Ying.”

Ding Heng nodded, though worry remained etched on his face.

The doctor came out from inside, sighing: “Sir, Miss Ding has always been weak. Today’s whip strike caused serious injury. The wound is infected, causing a high fever that won’t subside. Previously, another doctor treated it, but if not, the wound could have worsened.”

The news sent everyone into panic.

“How is she now? Is my daughter going to be alright?”

“It’s hard to say. Once a wound becomes infected, it can affect multiple areas. Her fever may not subside, and other complications may arise. The wound is now bandaged, and I’ve prescribed medicine. She must take it.”

“Good, good—hurry!” Ding Heng felt helpless. The doctor’s vague words left him anxious and unsure what to do.

Leng Feng, equally worried, stood by.

Ding Heng’s anger flared. “Though our Ding family can’t compare to the Shangguan family, I can’t swallow this insult. If anything happens to Ying’er, I’ll personally demand justice—even from the emperor!”

Leng Feng tried to reason: “Sir, you mustn’t act rashly. Think it through.”

Ding Heng, enraged, waved him off. “No matter what, if Ying’er is hurt, I’ll hold them accountable!”

Leng Feng stopped arguing and went to check on Ding Ying. Her wound was bandaged but she remained unconscious.

“Ding Ying, promise me—you must stay safe.”

At the Prince Jing residence, Chu Jingcheng soon heard about the incident. He flung his teacup to the ground in anger.

“Shangguan Jiaoran is utterly reckless! I’ve always been lenient because she’s Qingyun’s daughter, but she only grows bolder. She must be taught a lesson!”

Leng Yi bowed. “Your Highness, Miss Yin is unharmed. The victim this time is Ding Ying.”

“Ding Ying?” Chu Jingcheng frowned, his gaze sharpening. He clenched his fist, then suddenly smiled. “Leng Yi, this may turn out differently than expected.”

“Your Highness, what do you mean?”

“Think. If Ding Ying is harmed, Ding Heng may be patient, but which father could endure seeing his daughter bullied without retaliating?”

A cold light gleamed in Chu Jingcheng’s eyes. “If the Ding family causes a stir, the Shangguan family can’t escape blame, and Jiaoran will reveal her true colors to her father.”

Chu Jingcheng had planned his next steps carefully. Whether Ding Heng would act, however, remained uncertain.

Leng Yi understood clearly. “It seems Jiaoran has brought this upon herself.”

“We’ll watch the show. But… how is Ding Ying? Is she alright?”

“Unknown for now. She fainted immediately and was taken to the Ding residence by Leng Feng.”

“Good. Tell Ding Heng that if he needs anything, I won’t hold back.”

Chu Jingcheng’s strategy was precise—Jiaoran’s actions might not spark a major incident, but a minor one was inevitable.

Meanwhile, in a private suburban residence, the room was a mess—shattered vases and teacups lay everywhere.

Mei’er hurried to clean, realizing her mistress must be worried about Ding Ying. Given Ding Ying’s pallor, her concern was natural.

“Miss, go rest. Don’t worry about Miss Ding. I think she’ll be alright.”

Yin Qingyue sighed, clearly anxious.

“Her wound is deep, red and swollen. It’s definitely infected and likely causing a high fever. This may persist for a few days.”

She was correct. As a doctor, she could assess it precisely—despite being from a prestigious medical family and the Yin Group’s leadership, she could discern the danger immediately.