Suddenly, I felt a damp heat on Wen Heng's shoulder. When I looked up, I saw that my hand was covered in bright red blood.
I turned my head and saw that there was a gaping wound on the back of his head, and the blood was flowing down his collar and into the hidden part of his back, soaking a large area of his back.
I exclaimed in surprise, "Zhou Lang, you're such a fool! Why didn't you say a word when you were injured?"
Wen Heng smiled and said, "Zhou Lang, protect Ahua." He then rolled his eyes at me and fainted. I patted his face but couldn't wake him. I don't know if he has any other wounds; it's too dark to see clearly. I need to find a place to check him over and bandage him properly.
It was then that I remembered that Mr. Yuan's pharmacy, which had been so generous a while ago, could probably help Wen Heng and me in an emergency.
Without much thought, I tried to carry Wen Heng to the "Longevity Pharmacy," but my body was too weak to lift him.
When I was so anxious that tears were about to fall.
Suddenly, I noticed the light footsteps of the woman who had just left returning. She was hiding in the shadows and did not show herself. But if I am not mistaken, could it be that she really believed in the secret formula I mentioned that could cure all poisons and diseases, and came here specifically to find out my background?
"Come out! No need to hide anymore!" I tore off a piece of my own clothing to quickly bandage Wen Heng's wound. My heart was already filled with anxiety for Wen Heng, but I pretended to be calm and whispered to the person in the shadows.
"You have excellent hearing, young lady." The woman leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and gave me a knowing smile. The smile between her bright eyes and white teeth under the blue mask had a unique and stunning quality.
"Need any help?" The sarcastic tone was full of ill intent.
I didn't reply to her. Although I was in a hurry, my intuition told me that she was about to make demands for the secret recipe. If I panicked, I would be at her mercy and controlled.
"However, I have a condition: you must pass on your ancestral secret recipe to me," the woman chuckled.
Ah, just as I expected.
Do you believe there are secret remedies in this world that can cure all poisons and diseases?
"I'd rather believe it exists." The woman looked at me with a determined gaze.
"It seems that you care quite a bit about that young master," I said.
"Likewise." She raised the corners of her mouth and squinted at the unconscious person in my arms.
"In that case, help me take him to a pharmacy called Changshengtang. Tomorrow I will keep my promise and give you the medicine, but I can only give it to you once as a trial. If you need it again, you will have to pay for it!" I emphasized the last four words.
That's the only way. With my current strength, I can barely walk, but if I add Wen Heng to the mix, I definitely won't be able to. I can't exactly cut myself in front of her and tell her that my blood can cure all poisons, can I?
You can know a person's face but not their heart. I'd better be careful. If she cuts my throat and takes my blood for the antidote, then it won't be worth it.
“It’s a deal!” she readily agreed.
Along the ten-mile-long street—
I staggered along the street, leaning on a wooden stick, my injured and weak body twisting and turning. I kept urging the person behind me who was carrying Wen Heng on his back, his long body contorted with pain as he walked through the mud. He was completely different from the dashing figure I had when we first met.
"If you keep arguing, I'll just abandon you, you stinking man, and let you fend for yourself!"
"If you don't hurry up, your stinky man is going to be dead!"
"..."
"..."
We argued and cursed each other the whole way until I finally found the entrance to Mr. Yuan's "Longevity Pharmacy" thanks to my strong memory. Mr. Yuan had some connection with Old Man Zhou.
The woman, relieved, tossed Wen Heng onto the steps by the door rather unkindly and began to breathe heavily. I, however, felt sorry for him and helped him up, saying unhappily, "He may have other wounds on his body. Can't you treat a patient gently?"
"It's just a superficial injury, it won't kill you." The woman waved her hand and exhaled, looking disdainful.
Ugh, all the people I've met lately, regardless of gender, are so shameless.
But I couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. After leaning Wen Heng against the wall by the door, I walked to the front of the pharmacy.
The pharmacy was already closed for the day. But for the sake of that brat Wen Heng, I didn't hesitate to wave my hand and keep banging on the door.
After knocking for a long time, I could faintly hear light footsteps from inside the house. After taking a couple of steps toward the door, I heard a young shop assistant say impatiently, "Who is it? It's so late, we're already closed. If you need medicine, come back tomorrow."
"Brother, I'm a relative of Mr. Yuan. Could you please inform her that Miss Zhou has an urgent matter to ask of you?" I explained loudly and directly.
No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard footsteps fading away from inside the house, perhaps someone had gone to report the incident.
Before long, lights began to illuminate the house from afar, and under the light, a round figure carrying a blue lantern approached the door.
With a creak, the door opened.
A snowball-sized head peeked out from inside the house, squinting at my disheveled and ragged appearance. It asked in confusion, "Which family's young lady are you, Zhou?"
I brushed my hair aside, brought my face close to his, and said, "Uncle Yuan, I am the daughter-in-law of the Zhou family. Have you forgotten? During the New Year, Zhou Lang and I kowtowed to you together."
Mr. Yuan picked up the green lamp in his hand and looked at it more closely for a long time before he suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my, I remember, I remember, girl, how come you are in such a sorry state?"
I didn't know how to explain for a moment, so I could only focus on the key points: "My husband Zhou Lang and I were deceived, beaten, and injured. We came here to bother Mr. Yuan late at night out of desperation. Please help us, Uncle Yuan. My husband Zhou Lang is dying." I exaggerated.
Actually, I took Wen Heng's pulse and knew in my heart that, just as that brat said, it was just a superficial wound that wouldn't endanger his life.
But we can't just stand by and watch him lie unconscious and injured on the street.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yuan glanced outside at Wen Heng leaning against the door and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly invited Wen Heng and me into the pharmacy.
Before stepping into the room, I patted the woman sitting on the steps on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I heard that young master call you by your name, Qingyan, right? Thank you for your help today. See you tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM)!"
Qingyan stood up, narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and curved her lips into a smile, exuding a hint of allure amidst her heroic spirit: "I heard your little husband call you Ahua?"
I nodded.
"How tacky." After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
Oh dear, you brat! Who are you calling unsophisticated? If you're so capable, then don't run so fast!
As night deepened, a cold wind swept in, and I hurriedly ran into the pharmacy and closed the door.
Mr. Yuan carefully examined Wen Heng's entire body and found no signs of beating except for the wound on the back of his head.
After changing him into clean clothes, applying herbal medicine to the wound on his head, and re-bandaging it, we gave him a fresh set of clean clothes.
I then told Mr. Yuan everything about Mr. and Mrs. Zhou and what had happened during our begging trip down the street that day. I noticed his eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had a thousand words to say but could only sigh silently: "I thought it was because of the busy spring planting season that I hadn't seen Old Zhou these past few days, but I never expected it to be..."
Finally, he shook his head, patted my shoulder, and said with a slightly choked voice, "It's getting late. You should rest in this guest room for the night. We can talk about other things tomorrow."
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