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Lin Zhihan found an injured boy in her grandmother's small flower garden in the countryside.
Calling it a flower garden isn't quite accurate.
My grandmother liked to grow flowers and plants, but ever since my mother made money in her business, the family moved from the countryside to the city.
My grandmother couldn't bear to sell the old house in our family home, and this little flower garden was her absolute favorite.
Inside were just some not-so-precious flowers and plants, as well as some vegetables, fruit trees, and medicinal herbs that Lin Zhihan couldn't name.
In short, although my grandmother moved to the city with my mother, she would still take time to come back and tend to the old house and the large flower garden that had been developed in the backyard.
It just so happened that Lin Zhihan was coming back for summer vacation to sketch. Her grandmother then entrusted her with this important task.
With her grandmother's meticulous care, Lin Zhihan didn't really need to look after the little flower garden much.
At most, she can water the garden; don't expect her to deal with woodworms or weeds.
Grandma also said that as long as she takes care of her for more than half a month this time, and waters her vegetable garden and garden when she's sketching, just make sure she doesn't sweat herself to death.
Lin Zhihan loves painting. Although she is only 14 years old, she has already shown extraordinary talent in painting.
The characters she depicts are all lifelike, and the flowers, trees, and landscapes seem to come alive with a spirit of their own.
Even the national-level master Zhang said that if she persists in painting, she will achieve great success.
The place where Teacher Zhang led the group to sketch was not far from Grandma's flower garden.
It is a newly developed tourist scenic area in the countryside.
Although Lin Zhihan was quite familiar with this place, it couldn't stop her from being attached to the mountain scenery.
Huailing is a continuous mountain range. When I was little, my grandmother used to scare me by saying that there were actually wolves in these mountains.
Because of her young age, Lin Zhihan seemed to have actually heard wolves howling at night, which made her even more awe-inspiring towards this mountain range.
Therefore, a boy abandoned in the field and injured in this era is no different from a fox spirit in the mountains.
Fourteen-year-old Lin Zhihan discovered an unidentified boy in her backyard.
He squatted down, took out his phone, and with trembling hands, tried to dial the emergency call button.
The boy looked about the same age as Lin Zhihan, but he was also incredibly handsome, with fair skin and long hairs that almost covered his entire eyes.
Of course, if you ignore the fact that he looks like he just went through a war, with all sorts of battle damage all over his body, it's as if he doesn't live in this peaceful era, but rather is a survivor from some survival game.
Lin Zhihan's hands trembled as she pressed the buttons on her phone for a long time, but she couldn't make the call.
She was actually terrified; she was scared.
"Should we call the police?" Lin Zhihan murmured to herself.
She doesn't know how to heal his injuries; could he be dead?
Lin Zhihan hesitated.
But since he died in her backyard, she should also be implicated.
"Call the police immediately, and also call 120!"
In the end, Lin Zhihan decided to do it anyway.
But before she could dial, her hand, which had just picked up her phone, was suddenly gripped by a strong hand.
Even though she was already seriously injured, he still squeezed her wrist until it hurt terribly.
How strong is he?
For about three seconds, the pain in Lin Zhihan's hand was so sharp that it numbed her brain.
It hurts so much that you want to scream but can't.
Even though she was in so much pain she was about to faint, she just couldn't scream.
This was the first time in Lin Zhihan's 14 years of life that she had experienced this level of pain.
Then, as if startled, the little girl jerked her hand away, clutching her hand which was aching so badly she was almost losing all feeling in it, and jumped back three steps.
With trembling hands, he pointed to the badly injured boy of the same age on the ground and said in a shaking voice:
"You, you..."
"I'm fine, don't call the police or an ambulance..." That last blow must have used up the boy's last bit of strength.
This time, he truly and completely lost consciousness.
Lin Zhihan clutched her wrist, which felt like it had been electrocuted, and checked it again.
"Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore~"
Then he walked back to the boy's side and nudged him with his foot.
Seeing that he was completely unconscious, they struggled to lift him up and helped him into the simple wooden house next to the flower garden.
This kid's background is unknown. He's so young and already involved in organized crime. Lin Zhihan just examined him carefully again, and the most serious wound on his chest is probably a gunshot wound.
But the wound looked like it had been treated.
The work was handled very carelessly; a large red stain appeared on the chest area of the shirt.
That's why he collapsed from exhaustion in her flowerbed.
Lin Zhihan seemed to have discovered some incredible secret.
Although the boy told her she couldn't ask for help.
But his injuries are too severe.
If she doesn't take care of him, he'll die in her backyard.
no.
In the end, Xiao Lin Zhihan went to find Ye Yunran, who had come to sketch with her.
The Ye family is a renowned family of doctors, with hospitals all over the city. However, in Ye Yunran's generation, the heir is obsessed with painting and insists on entering the art world despite the family's objections.
However, the Ye family still has the foundation of a century-old business.
Although Ye Yunran was rebellious, his family did not give up on his medical training.
Although Ye Yunran is the same age as Lin Zhihan, he has already observed Ye Wenran, the outstanding member of the family, performing no fewer than a hundred surgeries.
These were things Ye Yunran told Lin Zhihan, his childhood sweetheart, when he complained about them on ordinary days.
So, based on her own experience, Lin Zhihan called Ye Yunran, who was sketching on another hilltop.
"Ye Yunran, hurry up and bring the first-aid kit, waaaaah~" Lin Zhihan pretended to be injured, tricking the naive boy, who was just as clueless as her, into coming to her back garden.
Ye Yunran thought Lin Zhihan had fallen down the mountain and wished he had a third leg. He borrowed a farm vehicle from the mountain and rushed to Ye Zhihan's house.
They ended up at the Lin family's house.
Lin Zhihan suddenly covered Ye Yunran's mouth from behind:
"Shh~~~"
"Mmm!"
"Promise me you won't scream, and I'll let you go."
Ye Yunran nodded vigorously.
Then, Lin Zhihan mysteriously led Ye Yunran to the small wooden house in her backyard.
"No way, Lin Zhihan, did you discover aliens?!" Ye Yunran's heart sank back down when he saw that Lin Zhihan wasn't injured.
"Shh~, keep your voice down. He's practically an alien. You need to check him out quickly, I'm afraid he really is dead in our backyard."
Ye Yunran followed Lin Zhihan into the room and saw the boy lying on the wooden bed.
Holy crap!
Lin Zhihan, you actually copied others and played the role of a sadist!
"Slap!" Lin Zhihan jumped up and slapped Ye Yun, then slapped him on the back of the head.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
He appeared out of nowhere in my backyard, badly injured, and wouldn't let me call the police or take him to the hospital.
I remembered you were here, so I called you. Come on, show him this.
He's bleeding so much, is he going to die soon?
"Holy shit, holy shit!" Ye Yunran cursed twice, circling the handsome young man on the bed in shock, before jumping up and down and saying:
What use am I here!
The most skilled doctors are my brother, my dad, and my grandfather!
I'm just a bumbling bum in my family; I couldn't possibly handle a wound like this. Good grief, this guy must have a gunshot wound in his chest.
He got hit by a 7.62mm AK-47 from the Gun King. Wow, he must have absorbed the bullet himself! That's amazing!
Lin Zhihan slapped Ye Yunran again:
Is now your time to show off?
Why do you care what kind of bullet hit him? Quickly treat his wound, stop the bleeding, bandage it, and give him a tetanus shot!
Do I really need to teach you something this simple?
Having never eaten pork or even seen a pig run, Lin Zhihan, who had heard countless nagging comments from Ye Zhu, displayed remarkable composure in the face of danger.
"Hurry up and check him out. While you're at it, take a look at my wrist too. He just ambushed me. My hand seems fine now, but at the time, I thought it was broken!"
Lin Zhihan urged Ye Yunran to treat the wounds of the battle-damaged young man on the bed.
Ye Yunran knew this wasn't the time for idle chatter, so he immediately opened the first-aid kit and began treating Ling Yan's wounds as she lay on the bed.
This is where the professionalism of a family with a long history in medicine comes into play.
Ye Zhihan looked at Ye Yunran, who, despite his young age, already had very steady and professional hands, and nodded in satisfaction.
Her judgment was indeed correct.
Ye Yunran is also a gifted individual in medicine.
This is the power of bloodline.
Before long, the unlicensed but highly skilled amateur doctor successfully treated Ling Yan's wound.
Not only did they re-disinfect and suture the wound where he had hastily dug out the bullet with some unknown tool, but they also bandaged up no fewer than 20 minor wounds on his body.
Finally, they carefully gave him a tetanus shot and also put him on an IV drip of anti-inflammatory medicine.
That's why our Dr. Ye's first-aid kit is so useful.
Despite not having a medical license, he has everything a practicing doctor would have in their emergency kit.
Practicing medicine without a license is unacceptable.
But unlicensed doctors are useful.
Especially when you encounter something of unknown origin.
"Alright, just you wait and see. You called me over with just one phone call. I thought something had happened to you."
My paintings are still displayed on the mountain.
I need to go back and get it.
I've been drawing this for three days now.
"If I fail the exam because of you, hmph!" Ye Heiyi removed his surgical gloves, his expression haughty and unapproachable.
"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it." Using something and then throwing it away is the kind of thing a heartless little thing like Ye Zhihan would do.
"Oh, will he need to change his dressing in a few days?" a fake patient's family member asked the unlicensed doctor.
"It depends on the situation. Let's leave this first-aid kit here for now. I think this guy knows quite a bit. Let him use it when he wakes up."
"My medical kit is practically a treasure chest; there's bound to be something that suits your taste." Sure enough, after completing a surgery, the young quack doctor was bursting with a sense of accomplishment and started rambling incoherently.
"I'll shut your head down!"
"Get lost!" Ye Zhihan put her hands in her pockets, seemingly oblivious to the existence of any opponent.
"Alright~!" Ye Yunran, who was on the 'operating table' for the first time, belatedly realized what she had just participated in.
"Hey, don't go talking nonsense when you get out of here." Lin Zhihan made a throat-slitting gesture at him.
"Okay." Only now realizing the fear she had just experienced, Ye Yunran scrambled back into the mountains to return the car and retrieve the painting.
And this person actually disappeared after taking the painting.
It's like someone who's so afraid of killing someone on their first medical practice that they can't face reality and runs away abroad.
The next day, Lin Zhihan, who wanted to ask him to change the handsome young man's bandage, called Zhong Yunran:
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently not in the country."
Lin Zhihan: ……
At this moment, Lin Zhihan looked at the handsome young man on the bed in the cabin, who had changed into clean clothes and whose wounds were neatly bandaged.
He's even more beautiful now.
It's incredibly fragmented.
Of course, you have to ignore the small detail that he almost broke Lin Zhihan's wrist when they first met.
Yes, I almost snapped it.
After treating Ling Yan's wound, Ye Yunran also took a look at Lin Zhihan's wrist.
Judging from the traces...
Lin Zhihan almost lost her right hand, an artist's skill.
Fortunately, it ended without serious injury.
One possibility is that the boy has lost too much blood and is exhausted; another is that he may have realized she was just a little girl and posed no real threat to him.
I was too soft-hearted for a moment.
Of course, you shouldn't overestimate a boy's kindness if he can withstand such a severe gunshot wound at this age.
Ye Yunran had considered taking Lin Zhihan with him when he ran.
But Lin Zhihan said she hadn't finished her homework yet, and of course, the boy had already seen her face.
Finally: "Don't be so jumpy, okay!"
We live in a society governed by the rule of law!
Peaceful times!
"Are you sure this isn't some kind of bloody battle?" Ye Yunran ran off, leaving his little childhood sweetheart with a profound message before he left:
"I can never save someone who's courting death."
Lin Zhihan: ……
You'd better get lost.
Ye Yunran, the coward who had his head and buttocks nearly beaten to a pulp by the little she-devil, still left.
Lin Zhihan, her curiosity and thirst for novelty piqued, was left standing there, chin in hand, staring blankly at the IV drip bottle for Ling Yan to see.
Ye Yunran said the boy's injuries required seven days of intravenous antibiotics.
Therefore, the intravenous catheter used on him will not need to be removed after the two bags of fluids for today are finished; it can be put back in tomorrow.
This is perfect for an amateur caregiver like Lin Zhihan who has no medical background.
Startled and in pain, Lin Zhihan unknowingly fell asleep in the chair next to the bed.
So when Lin Zhihan realized she should change the wounded soldier's IV fluids, she opened her eyes and met a pair of eyes so beautiful they seemed otherworldly.
"Are you an angel?" Lin Zhihan blurted out.
The boy on the bed was taken aback at first, then spoke in a harmless and gentle voice:
"I'm not. It's you, you saved me." You are the angel.
The boy looked up at the IV drip hanging in the air.
"No, no!" Lin Zhihan hurriedly shook her head, telling the boy everything under his increasingly deep eyes:
"I'm sorry, but I saw that you were badly injured and bleeding a lot, and you wouldn't let me call the police to take you to the hospital, so I asked my classmate to help treat your wounds."
But don't worry, he's not an unscrupulous doctor. His older brother, father, and grandfather are all top-notch surgeons in Fancheng.
You know the Ye family, the Ye family of Fancheng, right?
It's Ye Ershao, right? He's rather rebellious; he didn't study medicine but instead studied painting.
But I can assure you that there were no problems with the treatment of your wound.
I kept my eyes on him the whole time!
And he was so terrified that he fled the country.
Even if you want to settle scores with him later, you won't be able to find him..."
As she spoke, Lin Zhihan lowered her head.
Why did she say that?
How scared she must be!
However, the tactic of shifting the blame was used cleverly.
Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me!
The young girl who had completely betrayed Ye Yunran patted her chest inwardly.
"Thank you." Ling Yan on the bed didn't seem to care.
"Do you want to eat something?"
I'm just sketching and will be staying here for a while, but I just replenished the refrigerator at home.
My cooking skills aren't great, but they're barely edible. Besides, you've just had surgery, so you should only eat light meals.
I cooked some plain porridge. Would you like a bowl?
Although Lin Zhihan still harbored psychological pain from the injury to her wrist, the young man was simply too beautiful.
Beauty can bewitch people's minds and make them willingly take risks.
"Then I'll trouble you," Ling Yan replied weakly.
Wow, so romantic!
Lin Zhihan was at the age where she was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, and it was inevitable that she would fantasize about the kind of romantic encounters with handsome but rebellious young men that many young girls dream of.
Moreover, the prince descended from the sky and landed in her back garden.
What a match made in heaven!
Lin Zhihan got up happily and went to the small kitchen in the main house to serve Ling Yan some porridge.
I also served myself a big bowl.
She was very hungry too.
Painting had already taken a toll on her energy, and then she had to find someone to rescue him, go through a chaotic ordeal, and then watch over his IV drip.
By this time, Lin Zhihan's stomach was also growling with hunger.
Lin Zhihan carried her grandmother's small casserole dish down from the small kitchen and also took some pickles for herself.
Only then did he return to the dilapidated wooden cabin in the backyard, feeling smug and self-satisfied.
This little wooden house wasn't actually used for living; it was used to store some of my grandmother's farm tools.
However, there happened to be a wooden bed, I don't know if it was used by my grandmother to rest temporarily while tidying up the storage room, or what.
This would be perfect for a severely injured teenager who doesn't even want to see strangers.
Lin Zhihan glanced at the simple structure of the little wooden house.
With a sigh, he carried the small earthenware pot inside.
Sunlight streamed in through the open door and dilapidated windows.
Besides a wooden bed, this storage room also contained many farm tools placed near the window.
Although the farm tools were old, Grandma still kept them very neat.
Although the wooden hut was a storage room, there were no other miscellaneous items inside.
Inside the cabin was an old-fashioned long mahogany table and cabinet, probably discarded from the family. Inside were flower seeds, vegetable seeds, old cotton, and some small farm tools left by my grandmother.
There was also a mahogany wardrobe leaning against the wall, but it was empty.
But Lin Zhihan had just put in some daily necessities: bed sheets, blankets, towels, and some oversized clothes she no longer wore.
Lin Zhihan placed the casserole on the wooden cabinet and served Ling Yan a bowl of white porridge.
Then he handed it to Ling Yan, looked up at the nearly empty IV drip, and hesitated before saying:
Ye Yunran said that your injury requires seven days of intravenous anti-inflammatory treatment.
He gave you the IV needle and the first-aid kit he left behind, saying you should know how to use them.
I'll be staying in this garden to paint these days.
I can take care of you a bit while you recover from your injury.
I'm currently living in the front yard, which is much better than this storage room, but your injury makes it difficult for you to move around, so I'll have to make do with you sleeping here for now.
I put some personal items and clothes in the wardrobe, all of which are clean.
If you need anything else, I can go out and buy it for you…
Lin Zhihan suddenly found herself speechless when she looked at Ling Yan, whose eyes were calm.
Is she talking too much?
Lin Zhihan gave an awkward smile:
"You should drink the porridge first."
Lin Zhihan also picked up her own bowl and took a sip.
Mmm! Delicious!
Was it because she was hungry, or because the boy across from her was so handsome?
Lin Zhihan was taken aback by her own idea, and quickly took out one of her grandmother's secret-recipe pickles and ate it.
Hmm~
The taste is indeed even better.
Before she knew it, Lin Zhihan had slurped down a whole bowl of soup.
Then look at the handsome young man in front of you.
Because her right hand was still receiving an IV drip.
He moved very gently, taking small sips from the somewhat worn ceramic bowl in his left hand.
He eats with such refined manners.
He looks like a rich young master.
Ling Yan's good manners prevented her from speaking while eating.
Ling Yan lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and Lin Zhihan didn't dare to speak much.
The guy in front of me is a tough guy who was shot in his teens and even dug out the bullet himself.
Despite his pure, angelic appearance and gentle, jade-like personality.
I almost broke her wrist when we first met.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhihan touched her right wrist.
My hand was narrowly saved, but I don't know if this guy in front of me will kill me to silence me.
Otherwise, why would Ye Yunran, the second young master of the Ye family, disappear right after his wounds were treated?
Waaaaah~
Lin Zhihan glanced at the harmless-looking boy who was still drinking his porridge with lingering fear.
I don't know if I'll be able to take the midterm exams smoothly.
Waaaaah~
Is it too late to run now?
Lin Zhihan gently squeezed her right hand; even the plain porridge in her mouth no longer tasted good.
Beauty has led me astray.
She wouldn't be like a moth drawn to a flame, would she?
It's all because of our youth.
"Did I hurt you?" The boy who had been quietly eating his porridge just moments before suddenly asked.
"ah
"You mean this? No, no." Lin Zhihan raised her right hand in a panic.
Lin Zhihan blinked: "That..."
"My name is Ling Yan." Ling Yan casually flicked away the finished anti-inflammatory IV fluid.
I looked at her quietly.
"Lin Zhihan." Lin Zhihan walked over and took the bowl from his hands.
After pausing for a moment, he asked:
Do you want more?
"No, thank you."
"Oh." Lin Zhihan returned to her seat dejectedly.
Looking at the small half-pot of white porridge left in the pot.
He decided to drink another bowl of wine with pickled vegetables before he was silenced.
"Are you really not going to drink anymore?" This is in line with the traditional Chinese virtue of humility.
"I'm full, thank you." If one ignored the horrific injuries on the young master's body.
He really was a clean-cut, promising young man.
How gentle he was! What kind of vicious person would shoot such a pure and innocent teenager in the chest?
But his skillful, unorthodox, and unconventional digging technique...
Lin Zhihan shivered coldly.
He tilted his head back and drank the bowl of white porridge in his hand.
After waiting a while longer in the cabin, they made sure the young master had no further instructions.
Lin Zhihan then got up and took the casserole outside.
I did everything I could for him.
She was just a kind-hearted, innocent girl who wouldn't stand by and watch someone die. It's one thing if she didn't repay the kindness, but there's no reason for the young master to kill her to silence her.
At least his face didn't look that fierce.
Aside from the fear of revealing that handshake.
So far, Meng Zhihan has still felt his kindness.
Didn't I already tell her my name?
Ling Yan?
Yan is jade.
As expected, his name reflects his character.
Hehe~
To correct you, it looks just like its name.
Lin Zhihan cleaned the casserole and left it in the main house.
This place is actually quite a distance from the wooden house in the back garden.
But that boy clearly needs more rest and recuperation.
He was so badly injured and lost so much blood.
He only ate a small bowl of plain porridge; he probably rested after that.
Lin Zhihan found him in the back garden at noon.
I spent nearly two hours with Ye Yunran, and then watched him receive an IV drip for another two hours, during which I even unconsciously fell asleep.
It's already 5:30 PM.
The sun was setting beautifully, and it was summer vacation. Mucheng Township, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, was indeed a great place to escape the summer heat.
The temperature outside is only around 20 degrees Celsius. As the sun sets, looking at Grandma's carefully tended little garden, with its colorful flowers and lush greenery, is truly delightful.
Lin Zhihan suddenly felt an urge to draw the scene before her.
She took out her easel, set it up in the courtyard facing west, and captured the beautiful scenery of her grandmother's little garden under the setting sun.
Grandma's skillful hands effortlessly transformed a few pots of blue, purple, pink, white, and pale yellow hydrangeas into a sea of flowers.
I heard this is from the Magic series; the flowers are short, sturdy, upright, and don't droop, with large clusters of colorful hydrangeas.
I heard there are also hydrangea trees, and even my grandmother designed the flowering period very reasonably.
It cleverly fills the gaps in the flowering season, keeping the small garden blooming with flowers all summer long.
Lin Zhihan spread out the paper, first applying a base of water, then using various colors of watercolor paint to render the colors.
Soon, a large patch of colorful hydrangeas appeared on the paper.
Although it was just a light sweep to outline some shapes.
It has captured the essence of this beautiful garden.
At that moment, a boy emerged from the small wooden house.
This is the finishing touch under the setting sun.
Everything was just right.
He was like a fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the world of flowers.
It's so unrealistically beautiful.
Lin Zhihan captured the moment he entered the painting.
He quickly sketched out his figure with the drawing.
No need for detailed outlining.
It's already a high-quality product.
The boy stood in the sea of flowers, looking at her.
Lin Zhihan frantically waved her paintbrush, trying to capture her muse.
That's too fast.
Ling Yan could almost see the afterimage of Lin Zhihan's paintbrush.
She's drawing him.
Ling Yan smiled slightly, standing amidst the sea of hydrangeas, contemplating her salvation.
Originally, there was a mishap during the power transition in the Ling family. He was tricked by his second uncle's side, shot in the chest, and thought he was going to die.
Enduring immense pain, he removed the bullet and escaped for an unknown period of time.
It went on for so long that it seemed like he was bleeding out of his system.
The reason I fled here and stopped is simply because I wanted to die in a nicer place.
I never imagined there would be salvation.
After standing for a while longer, Ling Yan was finally feeling somewhat exhausted.
He glanced one last time at the girl who had saved him, then returned to the cabin and lay down again.
He actually saw her painting in the garden through the window of the cabin.
On a whim, I wanted to see her painting skills.
Unfortunately, with his current strength, he can only walk a few steps outside, and thus he has the good fortune to become part of her painting.
It was his honor.
Her homework?
A cute girl who studies art.
Ling Yan closed her eyes and gently curled the corners of her lips.
Spring just passed, didn't it?
But she came back.
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