Guo Shun had gone to inquire, and the apprentice at the pharmacy said there was a notorious bandit who had escaped with serious injuries, and the government was offering reward silver to anyone who reported someone purchasing antiseptic medicine for treating wounds without a clear origin.
Besides that, the apprentice also produced two portraits, saying anyone who spotted the people in the portraits could get a hefty reward.
He laughed mockingly, he had actually been reduced to a notorious bandit. How ridiculous.
What goes around comes around, he thought. Those very methods he used to frame that remaining member of a family were now being used against him.
In the dimness, he dozed off and woke up again and again, not knowing how much time had passed, whether it was two days, three days, or perhaps five days—he couldn't tell. His wounds weren't properly treated, and some had even begun to fester.
