When Chen An hurried to the front yard, Gu Xinyue was busy using pills to treat Wen Zhiyun's injuries and stop the bleeding in her chest.

Wen Zhiyun was seriously injured, with a wound deep into the bone near her chest.

It was a knife wound caused by a machete.

Bleeding continuously.

There is no doubt that Wen Zhiyun was injured by the monks from Black Iron Villa on the battlefield.

Chen An didn't say anything. He walked forward, picked her up from the ground, and hurried to the alchemy room to get the Xiao Huan Dan to heal her and treat her wounds.

The wives and concubines hurried over to help.

As soon as he entered the alchemy room, Chen An immediately took out the Xiao Huan Dan and stuffed it into Wen Zhiyun's mouth.

Wen Zhiyun fell into a coma and was unable to swallow.

Fortunately, Xiao Huan Dan is a second-level elixir. It can melt in the mouth and transform into strands of warm currents that flow into the body to heal the internal and external injuries of the wounded.

With the nourishment of Xiao Huan Dan, the wound on Wen Zhiyun's chest stopped bleeding, and her pale cheeks were regaining color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ying'er, get me a wet cloth soaked in warm water."

"Yuer, help me get the bottle of healing pills from the corner cabinet."

“…”

While Chen An was giving emergency treatment to Wen Zhiyun's wound, he was directing his wives and concubines to help.

As several people walked back and forth, Wen Zhiyun gradually regained some consciousness.

She saw Chen An who was carefully treating her wounds in front of her, and saw Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue who looked worried on both sides. She was very glad that she was still alive.

"Sister Wen, are you feeling okay?"

"Sister Wen, I'll go get you a glass of warm water."

Seeing Wen Zhiyun slowly open her eyes and wake up, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue were both very concerned about her.

Chen An picked up the needle and thread beside him, as well as the plaster that he had spent some time preparing, and looked at her and said:

"Next, I will sew up and bandage your wound. You may need to take off some of your upper body clothes during the process to facilitate my treatment."

After saying that, Chen An reached out to untie some of the clothes on Wen Zhiyun's chest so that the wound there would be completely exposed, making it easier for him to suture and bandage it.

Wen Zhiyun was very stubborn and refused to let Chen An unbutton her shirt. She said with red eyes, "What is our relationship? You know that men and women should not touch each other!"

"If you don't deal with it in time, it will leave scars in the future."

Chen An said this lightly, and then he tried to unbutton Wen Zhiyun's clothes again.

This time, Wen Zhiyun did not stop her.

She turned her head to the side without saying a word, no longer looking at Chen An, allowing Chen An to take away her hands that were covering her chest, and then felt Chen An unbuttoning her clothes bit by bit.

Chen An used candlelight to disinfect the silver needle and threaded it with fine thread. Before starting to sew, he said gently, "If it hurts, tell me."

“…”

Wen Zhiyun did not respond, but closed her eyes silently, waiting for the wound to be sutured.

Silence is equal to consent.

Chen An said no more and immediately sutured Wen Zhiyun's wound.

Be gentle throughout the process, using as little force as possible.

But inevitably, it would hurt Wen Zhiyun from time to time, causing her brows to frown slightly and she to let out a slight groan.

Soon, Wen Zhiyun's wound was sutured, but not bandaged.

Chen An said, "Friend Wen, the wound has been sutured. I will ask Ying'er and Yue'er to accompany you to the bathroom to wash off the dirt on your body. Then I will bandage your wound."

"Um."

Wen Zhiyun responded without saying anything more.

She tried to move her legs, and when she found that she could move her body without hindrance, she sat up from the bed by herself and went to the bathroom to wash herself before getting out of bed.

Seeing this, Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue walked to both sides and followed her, wanting to help her clean her body to prevent her from cleaning herself and getting the wound hurt.

After washing herself, Wen Zhiyun returned to her room to rest.

Chen An brought the plaster and the cloth bandage and knocked on her door, saying:

"Friend Wen, I'm here to bandage you."

“…”

There was no response from inside the room.

But the door was half open.

"Then I'm coming in."

As Chen An spoke, he pushed open the door, walked in slowly, and closed the door.

He came to the bed and sat down slowly. He said to Wen Zhiyun who was lying on her side with her back to him, "You need to take off some clothes to bandage the wound. If you don't mind, let me help you take them off."

"what ever."

Chen An said no more. He reached out and slowly took off her clothes, revealing a pair of smooth and white shoulders.

He continued to take off his clothes, revealing more and more, until the knife wound next to his chest was completely exposed.

Although Wen Zhiyun is already in her thirties, her skin looks very delicate and fair, no worse than Song Huaying, who is less than twenty years old, and Gu Xinyue, who is in her early twenties. She looks very young and fresh.

Chen An was not distracted by Wen Zhiyun's smooth skin, and he was concentrating on bandaging her wound the whole time.

While bandaging her, Chen An asked her how she was injured.

It was learned that the Black Iron Villa had sent a great foundation-building expert to enter the venue.

Wen Zhiyun unfortunately ran into him and was stabbed by him.

In front of the Foundation Establishment Master, Wen Zhiyun, who was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, had no power to fight back at all.

Fortunately, she was good-looking and was noticed by the great Foundation Establishment Master from the Black Iron Villa. He wanted to take her back as his Taoist partner and never killed her.

Otherwise, the knife would cut it in half.

In the end, after going through untold hardships, she was lucky enough to save her life thanks to the arrival of a great foundation-building expert from the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

When he heard this, Chen An had just finished bandaging Wen Zhiyun's wound and helped her put her clothes back on.

Afterwards, he said, "Friend Wen, don't go to the battlefield and risk your life to earn a rent-free certificate in the future."

“What if I can’t pay the rent?”

"I'll support you."

“…”

The room suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Chen An didn't bother to play tricks on her. He went straight to the bed and lay down beside her. He gently held her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Fellow Daoist Wen, I want to become your Taoist partner and take good care of you."

Wen Zhiyun was suddenly hugged by a man, and her body trembled slightly.

She tried to break free hypocritically, but in the end she chose to be held by Chen An. She just asked him, "Your cultivation is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. What can you use to take care of me?"

"In no more than a year, I will be able to become a second-level alchemist."

There was absolute confidence in Chen An's words.

Wen Zhiyun stopped talking.

Now she can no longer find any reason to continue being pretentious.

A second-level alchemist is even rarer than a foundation-building master.

He is an existence that all major foundation-building gangs and even the Jindan sects want to win over.

He possesses an absolutely transcendent status in the world of immortal cultivation.

Chen An put his mouth close to Wen Zhiyun's ear and asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Wen, are you willing to be my Taoist partner?"

"You've already laid down on my bed and held me in your arms, what else do you want me to do..."

Wen Zhiyun's voice became softer and softer, and her face was already red.

Hearing this, Chen An felt a long-lost excitement in his heart.

From tonight on, Wen Zhiyun officially became a member of his family and his wife.

"I don't want to listen to the voices of Sister Ying'er and Sister Yue'er through a wall tonight."

“I want them to hear my voice…”

Wen Zhiyun suppressed her inner shame and said something shocking, completely changing her previous ascetic personality.

Chen An was moved, but he finally calmed down and said, "You just got hurt so badly, you should rest well first, this is not urgent."

"If you're not in a hurry, I am."

"But your injury..."

"Master Chen, do you have any misunderstanding about the physical strength of an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator?"

Wen Zhiyun completely lost her sense of shame and chose to follow her inner instincts.

Seeing that a young girl had said such things, Chen An knew that if he continued to remain indifferent, he would be worse than an animal.

So he didn't think any more about it and chose to obey respectfully.

"Wait, wait a minute... Blow out the candles on the stage first."

"good."

Chen An followed Wen Zhiyun's wishes, stood up, blew out the candle on the bedside table, and then lay back down.

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PS: Putting out the bowl, asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes!

(End of this chapter)