"Boss! Second Boss! Someone fainted at our door!"
This shout was like thunder, breaking the silence in the mansion. Song Hao and Song Junwan looked at each other, and both of them had an ominous premonition. They stood up without hesitation and walked quickly to the door.
When they arrived at the door, they saw a figure lying on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his lips purple, as if the fire of life was about to go out. Song Hao hurried forward, squatted down, and carefully checked the man's condition. His eyes were focused and sharp, as if he could see through everything.
"He seems to be seriously injured." Song Hao frowned, a hint of worry in his voice. His fingers gently touched the injured man's body, feeling his weak pulse and body temperature.
Song Junwan asked anxiously: "Then what should we do?"
Song Hao thought for a moment and said, "Let's carry him into the house first. We can't just stand by and watch him die." His tone was firm and decisive, which made people trust him.
So, Song Hao and Song Junwan worked together to carefully carry the fainted man into the mansion. Song Hao carefully examined the man's body, not missing any details. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.
"Something seems a little off?" Song Hao muttered to himself, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his voice.
Song Junwan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?" She stared at Song Hao, waiting for his answer.
Song Hao didn't say a word, his eyes became even deeper, and then he took the injured man's pulse, carefully feeling the weak beat.
"Strange? How can I sense it this time?" There was a hint of surprise in Song Hao's voice.
After a long time, Song Hao slowly took out a pill and put it into the injured man's mouth. The pill exuded a faint fragrance, as if it contained endless vitality. Then, he pointed his right hand, and a flame appeared on his finger, pointing at the injured man's forehead. The flame was like a lively spirit, jumping and dancing, covering the injured man's body in a warm light.
Soon, the injured man's face gradually turned red and his breathing became steady. Song Hao stood up with a relieved smile on his face.
"There is no problem now, Jun Wan, find a few maids to help her clean up. This person is a woman." There was a hint of tenderness in Song Hao's voice.
Song Junwan nodded and walked out of the room. Song Hao looked at the woman lying on the bed and said to himself, "Why don't the demons have marks on their foreheads? It's strange." His eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, as if he was trying to solve a mystery.
The next morning, Song Junwan got up early, holding a bowl of steaming soup in her hand, and walked carefully to the woman's room. She was worried about the woman's condition and hoped to see her wake up.
However, when she gently pushed open the door, she was shocked to find that the bed was empty. The woman who was supposed to be lying there was nowhere to be seen. Just as she was puzzled, she suddenly felt a cold dagger against her chin.
"Who are you?"
The woman's low and alert voice came. Song Junwan frowned, and a surge of anger surged in her heart. She said unceremoniously: "I saved you, is this how you repay me?"
The woman was silent for a moment, and seemed to realize that her behavior was a bit excessive. She slowly put down the dagger in her hand and said apologetically: "Sorry, I am rude."
Song Junwan took the opportunity to distance herself from the woman, and then placed the tray in her hand on the table beside her. Her eyes became serious, and she stared closely at the woman in front of her, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you, and why did you faint in front of my mansion?"
The woman hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to answer: "I... my name is Xiaodie. Because of the cold wave, my family and I plan to move to the south to live. On the way, we encountered robbers and unfortunately got separated. I am really sorry for what happened just now. I will leave here today..."
After saying that, Xiaodie turned around and walked outside. However, just after she took a few steps, she suddenly felt a heavy force coming, and her body shook involuntarily. She tried to steady herself, but eventually stumbled and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Song Junwan hurried forward to help her up, and said with concern: "With your condition, it will be difficult for you to leave the house, let alone leave!" As she spoke, she helped Xiaodie sit back on the bed, then picked up the chicken soup beside her and handed it to her.
"Well, drink it! It's not poisonous!" There was a hint of tenderness in Song Junwan's voice.
Xiaodie looked at the rich chicken soup in the bowl. The tempting aroma made her stomach growl. She carefully picked up the bowl, blew it gently, and then took a sip carefully. The delicious taste of the chicken soup instantly spread in her mouth, making her exclaim in surprise. Then, she drank it up like a person who had been hungry for a long time, and soon she drank the whole bowl of chicken soup clean, and finally burped with satisfaction.
Song Junwan looked at her, who looked like she hadn't eaten for several days, and couldn't help but chuckle. Her laughter was clear and melodious, as sweet as a silver bell. Then, she introduced herself: "My name is Song Junwan, this is the Song Mansion in Lintian City, I am the second in command here, and I have a brother named Song Hao, who is the head of the Song Mansion. You can stay here temporarily, and when you are well, you can stay or leave as you like."
Xiaodie roughly touched her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked at Song Junwan gratefully and said, "Thank you, Sister Song! Don't worry, I will leave after a while."
Song Junwan smiled and nodded, then gently covered Xiaodie with a quilt and said, "Have a good rest, and call me if you need anything." After that, she turned and left the room, closing the door gently.
When she left the house, Song Hao followed her into the courtyard and asked her about it with concern. Song Junwan told her in detail what had just happened. After listening, Song Hao sighed deeply and said in a heavy tone:
"Alas! It seems that this catastrophe is inevitable! Jun Wan, it's about time for you to return to Yongning City."
"But... aren't you going with me?" Song Junwan asked with a worried look on her face.
Song Hao shook his head slowly and said in a low voice: "I have other things to deal with. There are so many innocent people in Lintian City. If the cold wave really hits as predicted, I must stand up and do my best to help them resist this severe cold."
Song Junwan wanted to say something else, but Song Hao stopped her with a wave of his hand. Then, Song Hao gently patted her shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. When you return to Dagan, please visit Yu'er for me and say hello to Ning'er and the others."
Song Junwan sighed softly. Although she was still a little worried, she finally nodded reluctantly and agreed. She looked up at the sky and saw that the snow-capped mountains in the north were particularly dazzling under the sunlight, which also made people feel an inexplicable fear.
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