Old Zhang, the jailer, came to deliver the food.
He dropped the crude and simple meal, hollering like he was feeding a dog, "Hey, hey, you there, stop lying down and come eat."
There was no response.
His voice was so loud, it scared away a few flies.
Old Zhang also noticed that his wound had turned a dark, blackened mess and jumped in fright: Shit, is he dead? Attracting flies already?
He hurried in to check.
Upon seeing him, he was moved with pity: This young man, when he first arrived, how handsome and noble he looked, and now just after two days, he almost didn't look human.
Being around fifty, and thinking of his own son of similar age, he really couldn't stand by indifferently, so he immediately called for a doctor and even reported his condition to the higher-ups.
When Pei Muyang visited, Jiang Ke had already been cleaned of his filth, his wounds redressed, and he'd been put in clean prison clothes, making him barely presentable.
