When Yuan Zhizhi saw the young man walking into the house, he immediately swallowed the grapes in his mouth and hurriedly followed him on his short legs.
The houses in the yard are a few simple adobe houses with thick straw on the roofs. Cracks left by time can still be seen on the walls, but they are still kept clean and tidy.
The boy walked straight into the main house. The furnishings in the house were extremely simple, with only a few basic daily necessities, a wooden table, two bamboo chairs, and a few clean pottery jars in the corner. There was also a faint aroma of herbs in the house.
Yuan Zhizhi followed in, her little head looking around, her round eyes full of curiosity.
In the middle of the room, a thick earthen kang occupied most of the space, covered with an old but clean quilt.
The young man placed Duota on the kang effortlessly, his movements surprisingly gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.
Yuan Zhizhi lay on the edge of the kang, holding the edge with her little hands, staring at Duota carefully.
The boy took off Dota's sand-covered cloak, revealing his strong upper body.
When Yuan Zhizhi saw the wound on his shoulder, her face immediately wrinkled and she patted his arm with heartache.
The young man turned around and went out to bring a basin of clear water, with the aroma of herbs floating on the surface of the water.
He rolled up his sleeves, wrung out the handkerchief in his hand, and carefully wiped the dust and sweat off Dota's body, cleaning his exposed skin.
Seeing this, Yuan Zhizhi also clumsily came forward to help.
The boy was slightly startled when he saw her clumsy movements, but then he couldn't help laughing, with a hint of doting in his eyes.
He picked up Yuan Zhizhi and gently placed her on the kang. He shook his head at her, signaling her to sit still and not make any more trouble.
Yuan Zhizhi pursed her lips, sat there unwillingly with her little mouth pouting, supporting her face with her hands, and watched the boy busying himself with her eyes wide open.
The boy's hands and feet were nimble, and his movements were gentle and careful.
After cleaning Duota, he picked up the handkerchief, turned around and squatted beside the kang, reached out and pinched Yuan Zhizhi's cheek, smiled and gently wiped her dirty little face with the handkerchief.
"Hmm...itchy..." Yuan Zhizhi shrank her neck and dodged for a moment, but looking at the boy's focused eyes, she still obediently let him wipe it clean.
The dust on her little face was wiped away, revealing her fair and tender little face, as pink as a freshly washed apple.
When the boy saw her clean little face, he was stunned. He didn't expect that the girl would be so beautiful.
After wiping her face, the boy brought the basin of water over, gently lifted her little hands, and cleaned them bit by bit. Seeing her little hands that were dirty by the wind and sand finally reveal their original pinkness, the boy curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
Yuan Zhizhi raised her hand, her small hand was white and tender. She grinned and shook it for the boy to see.
"clean!"
When the boy smiled, his white teeth were exposed, and his facial features looked particularly good.
Yuan Zhizhi pointed at herself and said, "Zhizhi..." She then pointed at the young man and asked, "Ni...what's your name?"
The young man raised his eyebrows, took out a yellowed piece of paper from the cabinet, and wrote a word crookedly.
Yuan Zhizhi tilted her head, trying to identify the word and pronounced it, "Ze..."
The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded. He didn't expect that such a young girl could recognize words.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head, motioning her to sit still while he continued to take care of Dota.
Yuan Zhizhi sat obediently on the kang, her chin supported by her little hands, watching his every move eagerly.
She watched Aze walk to the corner of the house and rummage through a clay pot to find a handful of dry grass leaves that smelled of bitter herbs.
The young man skillfully placed the herbs in a stone bowl, picked up a wooden pestle, lowered his head and concentrated on crushing and grinding them with steady and powerful movements.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The wooden pestle gently hit the herbs in the stone bowl. As the herbs were crushed, they were ground into a fine medicinal paste, emitting a stronger bitter aroma.
Yuan Zhizhi wrinkled her nose, secretly swallowed her saliva, and muttered softly: "This... is not good..."
Aze heard her muttering, looked up at her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he gently lifted Dota's clothes, revealing the wound on his heart.
When Yuan Zhizhi saw the deep scar, her heart ached and she clutched the corner of her clothes tightly with her little hands.
Although Doming's knife missed the target, it still hit the target in the chaos.
Aze concentrated on carefully applying the medicinal paste on the wound, spreading it evenly with his fingertips, looking serious as if he was handling something precious.
"Hu——" Yuan Zhizhi couldn't help but let out a long breath, feeling a little relieved, staring intently at Aze's technique.
After treating the wound on his heart, Aze rolled up Dota's trouser legs, exposing his legs.
He paused, then looked up at Yuan Zhizhi, signaling her to pay attention.
He picked up a branch and broke it hard in front of her—"Crack!"
Yuan Zhizhi's eyes widened, her face turned pale, and she exclaimed in a low voice:
"Ah...leg...broken?"
Aze nodded, with a look of comfort in his eyes, signaling her not to panic.
Yuan Zhizhi opened her mouth slightly and looked down at Duota's legs, her eyes full of guilt.
She didn't even notice it and was still carrying the big devil around. Didn't she make his injuries worse?
She gently placed her small hand on the back of Dota's hand and apologized in her heart.
[I'm sorry... Please get well soon...]
Seeing that she looked depressed, Aze reached out and rubbed her little head, and gently patted her shoulder, as if to comfort her.
Then, he skillfully picked up a few smoothly cut wooden boards, carefully fixed Dota's injured leg, and bandaged it tightly.
Yuan Zhizhi stared at him, and seeing his skillful technique, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "...Are you... a doctor?"
After hearing this, Aze was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, shook his head, stretched out his hand to gesture at his chest, and made a bow-drawing gesture.
Yuan Zhizhi tilted her head, trying to understand, her eyes lit up: "It's a hunter!"
Aze nodded, a smile on his face.
Yuan Zhizhi stroked his chin, thinking thoughtfully: No wonder he's so strong and can use herbs... Hunters are so amazing...
Aze quietly packed his things and looked at her gently, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
After bandaging the wound, he went to the corner and found a small clay pot, poured out some light yellow medicine powder, handed it to Yuan Zhizhi, and signaled her to feed it to Duota.
Yuan Zhizhi held the medicine powder in her hand, and a bitter smell hit her nose.
Her face wrinkled into a ball, and she muttered, "I think... he doesn't like rice..."
But when she saw Dota's pale face, her heart softened. She immediately picked up the bowl, clumsily brought it to Dota's mouth, and carefully fed some into it.
[Great Demon King, please get well soon...]
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