On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 358: Why Not Shave the Beard?

Chapter 358: Chapter 358: Why Not Shave the Beard?

With that shout, the group of women stopped what they were doing and surged over to the ship’s post.

As they approached, they caught the stench of the foul sock stuffed in the old man’s mouth and all scrunched up their noses in disgust.

A middle-aged man spoke up, "I say we each give him a punch, just to vent our anger."

An old man said, "Just now I thought I was going to die of pain, thank goodness for the lady’s acupuncture. Let’s not forget just how much it hurt!"

With this reminder, everyone immediately recalled the unbearable abdominal pain they had endured and began to cry out, "Send him to the government!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan scratched Ye Yiheng’s palm, knowing that if they really handed him over to the authorities, everyone on board would have to be witnesses at the government office and that could risk exposing him.

Ye Yiheng squeezed her hand, signaling her not to worry.

Sure enough, Jiang Xuan said, "This ship hit a reef, and although it has been repaired, we are still stuck on the reef. We need the water level to rise before we can continue. To send him to the government is not impossible, but it will cause some delay."

The people immediately realized that if they accompanied him to the government office, they would miss the New Year’s celebration at home. What should they do?

For a moment, everyone was undecided.

On one hand, they wanted to vent their anger; on the other, they didn’t want to let the criminal off the hook.

Ye Yiheng cleared his throat, "Let him choose for himself."

"Let him choose? How?" asked Jiang Xuan.

Ye Yiheng said indifferently, "Send him to the government, or have him take the medicine."

Immediately, someone loudly agreed, "Right, make him eat all the remaining laxative, then throw him off the ship. We don’t want to be on the same boat with such scum!"

At these words, everyone agreed.

Jiang Xuan looked toward the shipman who had removed his sock earlier and gestured for him to un-gag the pointy-chinned old man.

The shipman nodded, stepped forward to untie the rope and pulled out the sock, the smell crinkling his brow and nose together.

Finally free from the mouth restraint, the old man cursed, "You bunch of bastards, what right do you have to tie me up?"

Lao Liu stepped forward, holding out a piece of parchment, "By this, while you were out cold, we were all wide awake and understood your evil intentions!"

"Now you have two options. One is that we send you to the government. The other is you eat everything inside this parchment."

The old man said, "I won’t eat it!"

Lao Liu asked, "So, you mean to be sent to the government?"

"Send me to the government, you all won’t get to go home for New Year," the old man said with a wily smile.

At that moment, Ye Yiheng spoke slowly and deliberately, "According to Tiancheng law, those who commit serious crimes face ten years in prison. Given the number of people you have victimized, ten years might not be enough."

Upon hearing this, the old man’s face collapsed, "Then I’ll eat the medicine."

Lao Liu opened the parchment, and the shipman pried open the smelly mouth of the old man to pour all the medicine from the paper down his throat.

The old man sneezed, blowing a good amount of medicine powder out of his mouth and nose.

The men who had been hit by the women and had no outlet for their frustration shouted, "Thinking you can be done with it just by eating the medicine? It’s not that easy!"

The others quickly echoed the sentiment.

The men who had been beaten by the women now treated the old man like a punching bag.

Unable to bear it any longer, the old man pleaded, "I am just a swindler from the Jianghu, I poison people, then sell them the cure. Please let me go, I won’t dare do it again!"

Someone loudly called out, "Throw him overboard; with this kind of person on board, who knows how he might secretly harm us next."

The crowd roared their agreement.

Lao Liu looked toward Jiang Xuan, who nodded in agreement.

Lao Liu then ordered a shipman to untie the hemp ropes from the old man.

No sooner had the ropes been removed, the sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked old man dashed toward the railing and leapt into the cold river waters.

"Is he trying to escape?"

"In any case, if he didn’t jump, we were planning to throw him overboard."

As people discussed the situation while looking at the river, a string of bubbles emerged behind the old man, and the water behind him soon became a turbid color.

The people on the ship covered their mouths: "Ugh!"

Suddenly, someone pointed at the old man and shouted, "Look, that old man is actually swimming quite fast."

Someone else said indignantly, "It seems we made it too easy for him."

Leng Yu Yan spoke insipidly, "The dose was too high, the faster it takes effect, the longer it will last. He won’t be able to swim very far."

Hearing this, everyone felt relieved.

"That sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked one, you can tell he’s no good at first glance."

"Right, he brought it on himself; the cold river water will freeze him to death."

With the matter thus resolved, people on the ship suddenly turned their attention to the stinky socks on the floor.

A woman pinched her nose, "Why do these socks stink so much?"

The owner of the socks, feeling embarrassed, scratched his head. Remembering that a beautiful girl had relieved his stomach pain with acupuncture, he asked, "Kind lady, how do I treat my smelly feet?"

Leng Yu Yan asked, "Smelly feet?"

Ye Yiheng stepped closer, does he expect her to treat another man’s smelly feet?

How was she supposed to treat that?

Whether it’s through observation, listening, questioning, or palpating, none of those methods would work!

He certainly wasn’t going to allow her to look at other men’s smelly feet. For him, who was fastidious about cleanliness, it was unbearable.

Leng Yu Yan also found the question challenging; although she was a doctor, it was the first time, whether in modern times or this era, that someone had come to her with a problem of smelly feet.

The shipman said with embarrassment, "Actually, it’s not just me; several of us shipmen have stinky feet."

Leng Yu Yan thought for a moment and asked, "You all have something in common: living on the ship for a long time, preferring to eat meat and drink alcohol, and not fond of eating vegetables and fruits, am I right?"

A shipman immediately replied, "Right, the vegetables on the ship are for the guests, and the fruit is for the lady; we mostly eat meat."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu scoffed, "What’s wrong with the lady eating some fruit? Do you dare to compete with me for it?"

Leng Yu Yan said slowly, "The problem lies here; you need a well-rounded diet because the human body requires balanced nutrition."

"You must eat meat, but you also need to eat vegetables and fruits. As for the smelly feet, it’s likely due to some people’s poor hygiene habits."

She did not directly state the problem of not washing feet, but the shipmen themselves knew well and hung their heads in embarrassed discomfort.

Then, she continued, "From now on, when you wash your feet daily, add some tea leaves and salt to the hot water; it can help alleviate the issue."

The shipmen, not daring to get close to the Heavenly Immortal-like Leng Yu Yan, for fear that the odor from their feet might offend her, all bowed to her from a distance.

At that moment, a woman, swaying her hips, came forward and looked disdainfully at Leng Yu Yan, asking, "Miss, you provided a solution without checking; is it reliable?"

Ye Yiheng shielded Leng Yu Yan behind him, "Those who believe can try for themselves, those who don’t believe may seek an expert elsewhere."

The woman, seeing that the beard-framed man was actually handsome, quickly changed her attitude, "Sir, you are quite handsome. Why not shave the beard off so we all can see just how handsome you really are?"

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