The next night, as darkness fell, Wu Sicheng appeared at An Moxue's house.
When he saw An Moxue, he was greatly shocked. How could she have the same figure as when he first met her, and her complexion was not as rosy as before?
"Mo Xue, what happened to you? How did you lose so much weight in just a few days?"
"It's nothing, the weight I lost from the fever is all gone." An Moxue didn't want to say more, so Wu Si didn't ask any further. "Did you see the message I left you?"
"Yes, things seem relaxed on the surface, but they're actually very strict in their checks lately. You need to be extra careful. On the surface, nothing seems to have changed, but the number of covert searches has increased."
"Oh!" An Moxue immediately sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"
"I'm not too sure about that either. I only know that something seems to have gone missing from the government residence. Everyone only has a vague idea, and no one can explain what happened. I think what was missing must be something extraordinary."
An Moxue's heart skipped a beat. No way! It's only come out now, isn't it a bit too late?
Looks like I'll have to ask Carl about this tomorrow; I was too busy catching up on lessons today.
"How many days has it been?" An Moxue thought maybe she was overthinking it.
"I realized something was wrong after you left." Fortunately, An Moxue felt she was still somewhat lucky.
"Is your companion alright?"
"It's nothing, I'm recovering quite well." Wu Sicheng added, as if he had thought of something, "It was just a pretty exhausting day."
"Huh?" An Moxue was completely confused.
"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you. Are you free now? Go remove his stitches."
“Yes, you wait here.” After saying that, An Moxue got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Wu Sicheng watched An Moxue's figure disappear into the corridor. Even after she was out of sight, he remained staring blankly at that spot until he heard An Moxue's footsteps coming out of the room. Only then did he look away, pick up the tea in front of him, and take a sip.
"Let's go!" An Moxue said, walking towards the door, with Wu Sicheng following closely behind.
This time, the two of them each rode a motorcycle, with Wu Sicheng in front and An Moxue following closely behind. To an outsider, it would look like the two of them were racing at night, making the motorcycles look like they were speeding.
At this time, there were still some cars and motorcycles on the street, especially inside the tavern, which was packed with people. It wasn't unusual for two people to race each other.
This time, the two parked their motorcycle in front of a street that looked a bit dirty and messy.
An Moxue asked worriedly, "Won't the motorcycle be stolen if it's parked here?"
"No." Then he went straight into the house next door.
An Moxue followed and asked, "Are you out of money? Do you need some help?"
Before An Moxue could hear Wu Sicheng's reply, he had already opened the door to the house. Wu Sicheng said, "Please come in. It's nothing. What's a little hardship for a grown man like him?"
"Qiu Shuiyang, what nonsense are you spouting! I shouldn't have listened to you in the first place. How can someone who does hard labor live in a nice house? You scumbag, did you plan to rip me off all along? Don't think you're a scholar just because you wear glasses. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, pretending to be an innocent little rabbit." The person inside the room clearly had excellent hearing and heard Wu Sicheng's words, suppressing their anger as they cursed.
An Moxue stopped in her tracks, suppressing a smile as she looked at Wu Sicheng.
Wu Sicheng looked helpless and said, "Just laugh if you want to! Otherwise you'll feel uncomfortable."
An Moxue couldn't laugh. She said in a low voice, "How about I excuse myself for a moment, and you two have a go at it."
"Alright, you just want to see us make a fool of ourselves, don't you? He's such a chatterbox, you can just ignore him. Get your stitches removed and go home as soon as possible!"
"How wonderful! There's plenty of time for Chen outside of work."
"Alright, don't waste your time on this thing. Come in quickly so we can remove the stitches and go back to rest soon."
Wu Sicheng pulled An Moxue's wrist and led her into the house.
Just as Fu Shanyue was about to retort to Wu Sicheng, he saw An Moxue walk in. The words he couldn't say stuck in his throat, making his face contort in pain. After a long while, he finally managed to choke out, "Qiu Shuiyang, have some decency!"
Wu Sicheng pulled An Moxue towards the door, not forgetting to threaten, "You don't need your stitches removed? Then we'll go back!"
A burly man over six feet tall could only utter one word—"Demolish!"
An Moxue was about to suffer internal injuries from holding back; these two were just constantly undermining each other.
She didn't close the lawsuit between the two people, saying, "Lie down and show your wounds."
Then the two temporarily ceased fighting, and Fu Shanyue obediently lay down, exposing his waist.
An Moxue removed the gauze and saw that the wound wasn't healing very well. She asked, "What happened in between? The wound isn't healing as well as I expected. But it won't delay removing the stitches. They could have been removed two days ago, but judging from the appearance, it's perfect to remove them now."
Wu Sicheng said, "I was stretched and bled a little, but luckily the stitches didn't come undone."
An Moxue disinfected the wound, sterilized the instruments, removed the stitches, and bandaged the wound in sequence.
After finishing, she said, "Keep this gauze on for another day or two before taking it off. We still need to be careful lately."
Fu Shanyue always felt a bit awkward in front of the beautiful woman who had saved him, and only said one sentence: "Thank you!"
An Moxue smiled and said, "You're welcome, it was nothing."
She genuinely felt happy to be able to save such a hero, so she was truly delighted to see that the stitches could be removed.
After packing their things, Wu Sicheng and An Moxue left together. The two of them rode their motorcycles at breakneck speed on the streets of Pudazhou until An Moxue's motorcycle turned into the street where she lived. Only then did Wu Sicheng ride away, even faster than before.
The motorcycle sped along and finally stopped in front of a dance hall.
As soon as Wu Sicheng entered, he walked in as if he knew the way well, until he reached the deepest part of the ballroom, turned two corners, and entered the last room. The person inside stood up and asked, "Young Master, what brings you here at this hour?"
Wu Sicheng said, "Uncle De, please sit down. I just want to ask you something."
"You said that girls lose a lot of weight when they have a fever and get sick. How can they make up for it?"
"A girl, how old?" Uncle De's eyes gleamed.
"Just turned 18."
"Then focus on replenishing qi and blood, keeping it light but not bland, and ensuring a balanced diet. For example, red date and ginseng chicken soup. The chicken should ideally be an old hen, and since the girl is young, the ginseng should ideally be under 30 years old, one or two pieces are enough. It must be simmered over low heat."
"Anything else?"
"Old duck soup is fine too."
"Okay, I know how to do this. I'm leaving now." Wu Sicheng said, and walked away without looking back.
"Alas! Alas! This old servant hasn't finished speaking yet!..."
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