Mu Wanting frowned: "What a thief crying 'stop thief!' You hurt my people. Either I hurt them back, or you pay for their medical expenses."
The local people had long since kept their distance and were gossiping about it.
"This woman is really bold, daring to challenge Liu Lian. Does she have a death wish?"
"She actually wanted Liu Lian to compensate her. She should be grateful that Liu Lian didn't punish her. Everyone knows how much Master Liu dotes on his only son."
Mu Wanting raised an eyebrow; it turned out she had just run into a little tyrant.
As expected, the rich kid Liu Lian snorted coldly.
"Who told him to block the way? He's just a beggar. Even if you just whipped him once, or even killed him, he deserved it."
Mu Wanting slapped Liu Lian across the face, and Liu Lian angrily raised his whip at Mu Wanting.
Those around stared wide-eyed: "She still dares to hit Liu Lian? She's dead meat."
Mu Wanting snatched the whip and lashed it hard at Liu Lian several times. Liu Lian howled in pain, unable to dodge and unable to fight back, so he could only flee in a sorry state.
"Get lost."
The people gasped and ran away, fearing they would be implicated by Liu Lian.
Liu Lian was so frightened by Mu Wanting's fluid and graceful moves that he immediately fled in a panic.
Mu Wanting helped the little beggar up.
"Thank you for today, but you don't need to protect me like this. I can protect myself."
The little beggar remained silent, which surprised Mu Wanting; she hadn't expected him to save her.
Looking back on the journey, the little beggar had been following her the whole time, but it didn't seem like he was stalking her.
Could it be that he was actually protecting her?
Want to repay her for saving his life?
Shen Xinglan arrived late with the pastries, and held Mu Wanting's shoulder with a worried expression.
"How are you? Are you hurt?"
Mu Wanting looked at the little beggar: "Thanks to him for saving me."
The little beggar took his sister's hand, and only then did Mu Wanting notice the red butterfly-shaped birthmark on his right hand.
At that moment, her voice became more urgent.
What's your name?
The little beggar's eyes turned cold, and wariness returned.
But Mu Wanting looked at him with such firmness and gentleness that the wariness in his eyes slowly faded away.
"Song Xie".
Mu Wanting's eyes lit up. It was him, Song Xie.
She never expected that the person she casually saved would be Song Xie.
Isn't this the young general mentioned in history books who would later rebel? The kind who would kill gods and Buddhas if they couldn't stop him, the kind who was invincible.
But by then, he was already all alone.
Ironically, such a person ultimately met a tragic end, like a cunning rabbit being killed and its hunting dog being cooked.
Such a powerful figure, how can we not try to win him over?
This will be a great help in the future.
"Let's go back to the inn first, and I'll treat your injuries then."
Upon arriving at the inn, Mu Wanting told Song Xie to take off his clothes. Song Xie glared at her, stiffened his neck and didn't move, but his ears turned bright red.
After a few minutes of stalemate, Mu Wanting had Shen Xinglan hold him down and take off his shirt.
She then noticed that the young general was covered in wounds, all kinds of old injuries, some of which had not yet scabbed over but had become festering due to improper treatment.
She wasn't seriously injured during the roll while he was holding her, but he did get a scrape.
That lash drew blood, showing just how hard the纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled young master) had used.
Mu Wanting felt that the time she had just slapped herself wasn't enough to vent her anger.
Mu Wanting picked up the scalpel, treated his festering wound, then stitched it up, and finally applied ointment.
She was focused the whole time and naturally didn't see Shen Xinglan's increasingly dark face.
After the wound was treated, Mu Wanting spoke.
"Do you have any wounds on your legs? Roll up your pants... I'll treat you."
At this moment, Mu Wanting felt the suffocatingly low air pressure around her.
She turned her head and saw Shen Xinglan staring at her silently.
This wasn't just being angry; Shen Xinglan was furious.
Mu Wanting didn't explain, but Shen Xinglan's anger continued to rise. Since things had come to this point, Song Xie didn't need to hold out any longer, so he rolled up his trouser legs.
Mu Wanting then noticed that the man's legs were also in terrible condition; a piece of flesh was missing from his knee, and there were multiple ulcers on his legs.
It's quite remarkable that such legs, coupled with extreme hunger, could still outrun her.
If it gets better, who knows how amazing it might be.
Unfortunately, when Mu Wanting was treating his injuries, she discovered that he didn't know any martial arts.
Therefore, effort is truly insignificant in the face of talent.
No wonder he became a young general later in life.
She glanced at the little girl with red eyes next to her and patted her head.
You have a very, very good older brother.
She noticed this when she bathed her; the little girl had no external injuries, only a weak constitution, but the older brother was covered in wounds.
Mu Wanting and Shen Xinglan left. At this moment, Shen Xinglan's presence was extremely strong. After a long time, he finally spoke with a cold face.
"Men and women should not touch each other."
Mu Wanting said, "The situation is urgent, and I am a doctor. I can't just stand by and watch someone who saved me get through this with injuries."
After a pause, Mu Wanting spoke.
"Besides, didn't I treat you in the same way before?"
Shen Xinglan frowned: "How can these be the same?"
“How can it be different? In my eyes, you and he are both injured.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Xinglan became even angrier.
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