Shang Shuyao: “?”
She was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of an object that she didn't know whether it was a living person or a dead person. Her pupils contracted slightly and she took a small step back.
Looking carefully, I found that the man's chest was still rising and falling slightly.
Not dead?
Shang Shuyao took a stick and poke the man a few times from a distance, pushing his black hair aside to reveal his true face.
She was shocked at first sight.
The man had picturesque features, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and was as handsome as if he had been drawn stroke by stroke in an AI painting.
Shang Shuyao's heart was pounding and she was distracted for a long time before she came back to her senses from her little brother's unparalleled beauty.
It's such a pity that such a handsome guy died like this.
"Sir, Sir?"
Instead of trying to push with a stick, she walked up to him and started pushing with her legs.
Seeing that the other party really didn't react, Shang Shuyao revealed a slightly weird smile, leaned over and lifted the man's clothes to check.
I don’t know what he had been through. The black suit on his body was like a rag, cut into strips by unknown weapons and barely hanging on his body.
Most of his good figure with eight-pack abs, broad shoulders and narrow waist was exposed to the air.
When she lifted it up, the rest of her body was exposed.
If it weren't for his moral integrity, Shang Shuyao would have wanted to take off his pants.
Fortunately, he was not so rude and just lifted up his shirt.
Once his shirt was removed, the man's severely injured chest was completely exposed to the air.
As if he was feeling uncomfortable, the unconscious man frowned slightly and let out a painful groan.
Shang Shuyao reached out and touched his face, then turned back to the cabin to get her own medicine box.
"Sir, I am going to save you, please don't move."
Regardless of whether he could hear her or not, she opened the medicine box, took out a row of silver needles, and inserted them into the man's acupuncture points one by one to stop his bleeding and relieve his pain.
These silver needles have been soaked in alcohol and sterilized at high temperature, so there is no need to worry about infection when using them directly.
As soon as the silver needle was removed, the man's slightly painful expression returned to normal, his brows relaxed, and the tense corners of his mouth also calmed down.
Shang Shuyao used a clean handkerchief to wipe the black blood stains around his wound.
"Sword wound?"
She seemed to be thinking about something.
I saw a sword wound on the broad chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen. The angle was tricky. If it was off by one or two centimeters, it would have gone straight to the heart.
Ran Hu didn't have to wait for Shangguan Yao to treat him, and went straight to the west to see the Buddha.
The wound is too deep, and conventional treatment methods will inevitably leave deep and ugly scars.
Shang Shuyao couldn't bear to see such a handsome man leave an ugly scar, so she decided to use him to test her suturing skills in this alien world.
After traveling through time for three years, she had treated some minor injuries and illnesses for the villagers in her village, but had never tried to treat a serious wound like this one.
Her eyes lit up slightly at the thought of being able to test her research results.
After sprinkling special golden wound medicine, Shang Shuyao began to suture the man's wound.
***
Chu Qi felt like she had been dreaming for a very long time.
The dream was filled with black skies, drowning lakes and rivers. She was immersed in them and had difficulty breathing several times and was almost drowned.
After an unknown amount of time, light appeared in the dream, and a slender little hand reached out and grabbed her hand...
***
On the bed, the man's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
He seemed to be in a trance, staring blankly at the roof with his beautiful but lifeless eyes.
"Are you awake?" A voice as clear as an oriole came.
Chu Qi was in a daze for a moment before she focused her eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw a girl in a pink top and green skirt sitting cross-legged on the ground.
There was a copper bowl in front of her, and she was fiddling with something with a pestle in her hand.
Although she was asking the question, the girl didn't even raise her head and was still fiddling with the things in front of her.
A strong, bitter herbal aroma emanated from the copper bowl, several times stronger than the medicinal scent in the house.
"Who are you?..." Chu Qi's voice sounded like she hadn't spoken for a long time. When she opened her mouth, her hoarse voice was so loud that even she couldn't bear to hear it.
After coughing a few times, the feeling of blockage in the throat finally went away.
"The master of this world, Shang Shuyao, how about you? Why are you here?"
Shang Shuyao asked curiously.
"I... am number seven."
The original owner had no name, and every killer had no name of his own, only a code name.
Xuanyuan Nan had a total of ten death warriors protecting him closely, and the original owner ranked seventh among them.
"I jumped off a cliff,...cough cough cough..."
After Chu Qi said a few words, she felt her throat itchy and had to stop and cough a few times.
Anyone who has met No. 7 thinks he is naturally cold and taciturn.
In fact, it is not the case. He just doesn't speak because there is no one to talk to him.
The only people who would talk to him were the ones being assassinated.
It is obvious that the words spoken by such a chat partner are more like begging for mercy.
There was no need for the original owner to speak any more.
"Number seven? Are you the seventh child in the family?"
Shang Shuyao poured the crushed medicine into the boiling water that had been prepared just now, stirred it, and then walked straight to the man, pinched the spoon, scooped out a mouthful of medicine soup, blew it cool, and handed it to the man's mouth:
"Come and drink the medicine. You are seriously injured. You need to take the medicine every day to get better quickly."
Her tone was very gentle.
She is always gentle to good-looking people.
He could feel that as the girl approached, the man's muscles tensed up for a moment.
Although Shang Shuyao's body had only been practicing martial arts for three years, she could sense any movement of objects within a ten-foot radius, and the man's nervousness naturally did not escape her perception.
Feeling a little amused, she suddenly wanted to tease him.
I fed him by hand on purpose to see how he would react.
And his response did not disappoint.
Her cheeks flushed and her ears slightly red. Chu Qi lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she did not drink the food she fed her.
Just say: "I'll do it myself..."
Shang Shuyao pursed her lips and smiled, but did not continue teasing. She nodded and said, "That's fine. Can you hold it steady?"
"Um."
Chu Qi sat up on his elbows, took the bowl from the girl, and slowly scooped up the medicine and drank it.
Chu Qi drank the bitter medicine, which was so bitter that her eyes went dark. For the sake of her health, she suppressed the urge to vomit and drank the whole thing.
Shang Shuyao took out a candied date from the oil paper bag on the table and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"
Looking at the sweet candied dates in front of her, Chu Qi's eyes showed a little joy and she nodded.
After eating the candied dates, the bitter taste was suppressed and she felt like she was alive again.
It was not until this time that Chu Qi had the mind to look around at where he was living.
A very ordinary wooden house, with simple construction, barely habitable, but judging by the situation, there is a risk of collapse.
"You said you fell from a cliff." Shang Shuyao looked at him, "How high is this cliff?"
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