A divine healer, a general, a young marquis! Who can rival them!

After Wu Yong died, that hand not only did not stop, but instead, the villain filed a false accusation, throwing a basin of dirty water at Yang Hu.

The next day, before dawn, a group of fully armed soldiers came to the wounded soldiers' camp and surrounded Yang Hu.

The leader was an unfamiliar military advisor. He placed his hand on his sword, his gaze sweeping coldly over Yang Hu.

"Medical Officer Yang, someone has accused you," the military advisor said with a forced smile. "They say you poisoned Wu Yong, the clerk in the central army, last night."

These words stunned the wounded soldiers around them. These past few days, it was this young medical officer who had saved them one by one from piles of corpses. Now, someone was saying he had poisoned them.

Yang Hu's eyes turned cold. He had expected that the hand would not give up easily, but he had not expected its counterattack to be so swift and ruthless.

coming.

That hand silenced Wu Yong, then promptly pinned the blame for silencing him on the person who had captured him. Killing two birds with one stone: eliminating Wu Yong, this expendable pawn, and using military law to get rid of this troublesome physician. What a ruthless scheme.

Yang Hu knew perfectly well. That hand was too well hidden to show itself. It only needed to casually deliver a single sentence in the central command, and its claws would eagerly leap out to bite on its behalf. This accuser was most likely just a pawn pushed to the forefront, and might not even have seen the true face of that hand.

But the more this is the case, the more it proves that the thread he pulled out in the secret archives last night has struck a nerve with that hand. If it didn't hurt, why would it be in such a hurry to retaliate?

"Wu Yong's sudden death will be investigated by military law," Yang Hu said calmly and in a deep voice. "On what grounds do you claim I poisoned him?"

Behind the recruit, several soldiers were about to step forward to arrest him. Qin Ying, disguised as a medicine boy, silently moved half a step to Yang Hu's side, her hand hidden in her sleeve already resting on a short knife. Having infiltrated the army for three years, she knew better than anyone that such a public attack and the immediate attempt to arrest someone meant that someone was backing her up.

Yang Hu raised his hand and gently pressed it down on her.

A direct confrontation would play right into that hand's hands. To break this deadlock today, we need something sharper than a knife.

"On what grounds?" The adjutant sneered, his face full of certainty. "Last night, you were the one who kept Wu Yong in the wounded soldiers' camp. This morning, Wu Yong died suddenly, bleeding from all seven orifices. A living person died right under your nose. If it wasn't you who poisoned him, who was? Everyone in the army saw it."

This rhetoric seems flawless.

The person died under Yang Hu's watchful eye. Outsiders, unaware of the details, would naturally assume that Yang Hu had silenced him.

The soldiers watching the spectacle were already whispering among themselves and casting suspicious glances.

Yang Hu suddenly laughed.

"You say I poisoned him." He met the soldier's gaze and said, word by word, "Fine. Then I'll show you how Wu Yong really died."

He strode over to the unburied body and, in front of everyone, pried open Wu Yong's stiff jaw.

"Look at his molar." Yang Hu pointed his finger at the hollow tooth, his voice carrying clearly throughout the surroundings. "This tooth is hollow; it originally contained a poison pill coated with wax. As soon as Wu Yong was captured, he bit into the poison pill and committed suicide to silence him. This is a method only assassins use; they would rather die than leave anyone alive."

"Why would a mere quartermaster carry a poison pill meant for a suicide squad?" Yang Hu's voice suddenly turned cold, his gaze sharp as he swept over the adjutant. "Because the traitor behind him, fearing he would reveal the truth after being captured, had already prepared this poison pill to silence him! He wasn't poisoned by me; he was forced to commit suicide by that person behind him!"

"You accuse me of poisoning," Yang Hu said coldly. "But who in the world would poison someone by putting it in the back teeth of the person they're guarding? This poison pill was clearly hidden by Wu Yong himself. Anyone who knows a little about autopsy can tell that with a single examination."

The soldier's expression suddenly changed.

He never expected that Yang Hu could see such a thing from a corpse and expose the frame-up in front of everyone.

The whispers around them instantly changed direction.

"So it wasn't Physician Yang who poisoned us."

"The clerk committed suicide by biting into a poison pill."

"So what is the person who filed this complaint up to?"

With witnesses and autopsy evidence, this sordid affair, originally intended to frame Yang Hu, has instead revealed the viciousness of the hand eager to silence witnesses.

Yang Hu turned around and pointed out to the soldiers watching, one by one, the molar, the wax residue from the poison pill, and the black blood seeping from the seven orifices. The dead do not lie, and every sign on this corpse was silently clearing his name and recording a bloody account of treason and silencing that hand.

The soldier was rendered speechless by the series of questions, his face turning pale and then flushed. He had thought that, by virtue of his authority, he could easily sentence the young doctor to death with a few words. But he hadn't expected that this young, inexperienced military doctor would have such an ability to read the truth from the dead, exposing his frame-up scheme in just a few words.

"You, you're spouting nonsense!" the recruit, though outwardly fierce, managed to maintain his composure. "How dare a mere doctor like you dictate military law?"

"Military law is not something I can dictate."

Before Yang Hu could finish speaking, a clear and authoritative voice came from outside the wounded soldiers' camp.

Everyone turned around and saw Deputy Commander Zhou, surrounded by his personal guards, walking slowly towards them. He had clearly witnessed the entire scene just now.

"The autopsy proves that Wu Yong committed suicide by biting a poison pill, not by Physician Yang." Deputy Commander Zhou's gaze fell on the military advisor, cold as ice. "But you, without any evidence, are trying to pin a poisoning charge on the medical officer who saved the entire camp of wounded soldiers. I'd like to ask, who ordered you to come?"

The recruit fell to his knees with a thud, trembling all over, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

"This humble official... this humble official was just following orders from above!" He trembled violently, his words incoherent.

"The higher-ups? Which higher-ups?" Vice Commander Zhou demanded sharply.

But the recruit opened his mouth, only repeating the words "following orders." All he knew was an order from above. The real hand that commanded him was hidden far above him, and even the claws that had jumped out to bite him had never seen a glimpse of its true form.

The line, once again, broke at the very piece that had been pushed forward to take the blame.

Yang Hu looked at the kneeling military advisor, then gazed towards the central command tent, his eyes filled with an unyielding coldness.

That hand grew desperate. It repeatedly abandoned its claws and teeth, launching counterattacks time and again, determined to eliminate the one who had grabbed it.

From the lowly military clerk who committed suicide out of fear of punishment, to the assassin who poisoned and framed others, to Wu Yong who crushed the poison pill, and now to the military advisor who jumped out to frame others, that hand has to hastily discard another piece every time it is pushed closer.

But the more anxious it gets, the more it reveals its true colors. Every time it abandons its henchmen, it adds another piece of irrefutable evidence to its crime of colluding with the enemy.

After the recruit was taken away and the soldiers outside the wounded soldiers' camp dispersed, Qin Ying quietly approached Yang Hu and whispered, "They framed me today because of Wu Yong's connection. They're afraid that if we follow Wu Yong's trail, we'll trace it back to them."

"It's afraid, that's for sure." Yang Hu gazed in the direction of the central command tent, a calm sharpness in his eyes. "The more afraid it is, the more we need to investigate."

This deadlock is slowly heading in the direction that the other side least wants to see.