"Military officer, you must be mistaken,"
"Look at me, a frail old man with barely any flesh on my bones; how could I possibly be a thief?"
Wang Yuan nodded and bowed like any ordinary citizen while shaking the cloth banner in his hand to make sure the officer saw the words "Miracle Healing" written on it.
To his surprise, the scarred-faced soldier did not care whether he had the capability to commit a crime.
The officer held out his large, dark hand, waving it impatiently back and forth in front of him, saying:
"It doesn't matter whether you have flesh on your body or not; as long as you have silver, that's fine. You, a barefoot doctor who often wanders through Jianghu, should know the rules.
"Pay the 'redemption silver' in full and you'll be released on the spot—ten taels for men, five for women.
"If you can't produce the silver, just go to jail quietly and wait for your family to come redeem you."
Wang Yuan was immediately astonished, suspecting a problem with his hearing.
