Zhan Nanxing suddenly clenched the quilt beside him.
Although he knew that Shen Zhaozhao had already seen what she should and shouldn't see, he was not used to seeing his legs so exposed in front of her without warning.
"Oh, luckily I put a waterproof sticker on you before," Shen Zhaozhao peeled off the waterproof sticker on the wound, revealing the wound that he had sutured surgically before.
Waterproof stickers are not omnipotent. After Zhan Nanxing rolled hard in the mud, the wound still got infected.
Shen Zhaozhao took the cotton wool and wiped the wound carefully to disinfect it.
Zhan Nanxing's legs suddenly tensed up. He couldn't use any strength in his legs, but he was not completely numb.
The wound will hurt and itch. Wipe the cool brown liquid on the wound, and it will feel numb.
He looked at Shen Zhaozhao in front of him.
She lowered her head, revealing a delicate neck. Her long black hair was not completely dry after the shower, so it fell diagonally on her shoulders.
Snow-white skin and rosy cheeks.
Delicate earlobes...
Zhan Nanxing looked away somewhat embarrassedly, focusing all his attention on his aching legs, trying hard to drive away all those charming thoughts in his mind.
He is a cripple.
Behind him is the blood feud of the Zhan family.
They will have no aftermath.
When he reaches Mobei, he will contact his old subordinates, stabilize his position, and naturally let her go...
"Okay, if you dare to disobey and move around again after tomorrow, I will not be polite to you." Shen Zhaozhao put the medicine into the small medicine box and tore open a waterproof wound patch with a smile.
Without waiting for Zhan Nanxing's response, he slapped Zhan Nanxing hard on the injured part.
“Pah.”
“Hiss——” Zhan Nanxing almost sat up in pain and stared at Shen Zhaozhao.
"I've already said that after you've treated a patient, you're in charge of their life and death!" Shen Zhaozhao stood up and patted his chest, "If you want to die, you should ask me if I agree."
After helping Zhan Nanxing change the medicine, Shen Zhaozhao touched the clothes that were being baked.
Finally, he sat down beside the charcoal brazier and did not leave to rest, letting the heat in the brazier bake his long hair.
On the bed, Zhan Nanxing pursed her lips.
This woman was completely different from the first time she met her.
He wanted to see Chen Zhaozhao on his wedding night and say in a coquettish voice that she had left her heart with him and wanted to stay...
"laugh."
He was so lost in thought that he couldn't help laughing out loud.
When he realized what was happening, he quickly closed his mouth in annoyance and turned his face to the inside of the bed.
"Beep--"
Just then, a spark jumped out of the charcoal basin.
Zhan Nanxing thought:
I wish she hadn't listened...
Zhan Nanxing was thinking about something, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, the sky was already dimly lit.
There was a noise outside the house.
"Open the door!"
Then there was a violent knock on the door.
"Sir, it's not time to set off yet, right?" Zhan's voice came from outside.
Because Shen Zhaozhao had slept in the room last night, the two servants took their bedding and went to sleep in the corridor.
The man had just woken up when he saw the police and the waiter from the post station coming towards him menacingly, trying to break into the room.
Zhan 놂 and Huang Ye hurried to stop them.
"Open the door!" Jiang Hu was the first to come forward. He took the whip and hit Huang Ye directly on the instep.
Huang Ye jumped up in pain and dodged.
Jiang Hu directly opened the door and led his men into the house.
As soon as they entered the room, they saw Shen Zhaozhao wearing a dry linen dress, with her hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, looking at them indifferently.
"Wow, your room is very warm." Jiang Hu walked in, his eyes fell on the charcoal basin that had been extinguished, and motioned for the waiter to come in.
"Come and take a look. Is there too much dust?"
Shen Zhaozhao raised his eyebrows slightly.
Look gray?
Her sharp eyes fell on a person who came with Jiang Hu and the others.
It was none other than Mrs. Cao.
Shen Zhaozhao was vaguely calculating.
The waiter came in and took a look at the charcoal basin, then turned around and said, "Sir, there is indeed more ash in the charcoal basin than the charcoal you gave me."
When Mrs. Cao heard the result, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth in pride.
Why did their whole family have to sleep in that stinky bunk bed with wet bodies, while the Zhan family could wash and dry their clothes!
Mrs. Cao thought about how her son couldn't sleep last night because he was caught in the rain and his body was wet. He made a fuss all night.
As a mother, she was heartbroken.
"Last night, firewood was stolen from the firewood room of the post station, and you caught the thief red-handed here. What else do you have to say?" Jiang Hu pulled the whip hard, pointing at the ashes in the charcoal basin, and questioned.
"Sir, you have also made contributions. Can you give me some firewood?" Madam Cao asked Jiang Hu enthusiastically, "You don't need much. Just a little bit will be enough for Xiao Er to dry his clothes."
She couldn't wait any longer.
Jiang Hu glanced at Mrs. Cao and waved, motioning for him to take her to get some firewood.
Madam Cao thanked her profusely, and before leaving, she glanced at Shen Zhaozhao with hatred.
Shen Zhaozhao raised his eyebrows and said, “Wait a minute.”
"Sinful woman, your Zhan family caused our whole family to be exiled, and you still dare to steal firewood. Just wait for the officials to punish you!" Madam Cao was furious.
Looking at Shen Zhaozhao's indifferent little face, she wished she could kiss him and tear him apart.
"Sir, what are you going to do with the person who stole the firewood?" Shen Zhaozhao ignored Mrs. Cao and asked Jiang Hu instead.
"Twenty lashes, of course." Jiang Hu grinned.
He still remembered that before he left, his colleagues in Beijing told him to pay attention to the young woman of the Zhan family.
I think it's because my feet are dirty.
He had been escorting exiled prisoners for so long that there were always some who were daring and reckless, but in the end, without exception, they were all beaten into submission.
Mrs. Cao's face, which was full of hatred, also showed some joy.
Twenty lashes.
This arrogant young wife of the Zhan family must be punished.
"Sir, once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back." Shen Zhaozhao smiled and said loudly.
Jiang Hu was surprised.
Is this woman crazy? She is about to be beaten, but she is still so happy?
"Chen Zhaozhao." On the bed, Zhan Nanxing called her in a hoarse voice.
Shen Zhaozhao looked over and met Zhan Nanxing's somewhat worried gaze. She chuckled, walked over, raised her head, and covered his peach blossom eyes.
Very soft in the palm of your hand, and very warm.
"It's safe."
Shen Zhaozhao's tone was very light, but it inexplicably soothed Zhan Nanxing's anxiety.
After returning home, Shen Zhaozhao grinned at Madam Cao who was waiting to see the show, and then looked at Jiang Hu solemnly:
"Sir, there is indeed a lot of ash in this charcoal basin."
"But it wasn't stealing firewood from the woodshed. There is evidence to prove it."
"We need to find the real thief and prove his innocence. But, my Lord, you must promise not to investigate where the charcoal and firewood for heating come from."
Madam Cao's face changed slightly, and the scene of Shen Zhaozhao cutting banana leaves early on the road suddenly appeared in her mind.
Shen Zhaozhao's confidence made her a little flustered.
"Sir, don't listen to her sweet words..."
Before Madam Cao finished her words, Shen Zhaozhao came close to Jiang Hu and said softly:
"Sir, my second sister-in-law's family is engaged in business, and she has a good business mind. She may be able to help you earn some hard-earned money along the way."
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