To be honest, she quite enjoyed chatting with this man.
I don’t know how many days these people will lock me up this time. What if he dies here? Wouldn’t I be bored?
Thinking of this, Mu Bao'er stood up abruptly and walked towards the door.
Bai Qingyu felt a little dizzy, but her mind was still relatively clear, although her reactions were a bit slow.
Bai Qingyu stared blankly as Mu Bao'er started banging on the door, and it took her a long time to react.
She staggered to her feet and grabbed Mu Bao'er's hand to stop her.
"Are you out of your mind? Those people look like they'd kill without blinking an eye. If you bang on the door and anger them, you'll be in big trouble!" Bai Qingyu's tone was somewhat serious.
Most importantly, Mu Bao'er is a girl, and besides being beaten, she may suffer even more harm.
"But you have a fever, it can kill you!" Mu Bao'er's voice also rose a little.
The two men were both quite loud, which quickly attracted the attention of the gatekeepers outside.
The moment the person outside pushed the door open and entered, Bai Qingyu stood in front of Mu Bao'er.
Watching his retreating figure, Mu Bao'er tilted her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
Would anyone really be willing to stand in danger for a stranger?
The gatekeeper didn't give her much time to think; without saying a word, he came up and slapped Bai Qingyu across the face.
With her head already injured, and the man's slap coming with no force whatsoever, Bai Qingyu felt as if the world was spinning.
He was a little unsteady on his feet when a pair of hands reached out from behind and steadily supported him.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Bao'er walked out from behind him.
“He’s injured and needs treatment,” Mu Bao’er said loudly in Mandarin.
The man gave a disdainful smile, then replied in broken Mandarin:
"Don't be ridiculous! You're goods, you're tribute! You think you can get treatment? Dream on!"
His words successfully made the two of them frown.
Goods? Tribute?
“Even if it’s cargo, it has to be kept intact, right? Besides, you must have gone to a lot of trouble to bring us here from China. If one of us dies, it’s a waste. I’m sure your boss wouldn’t want to see that, would he?” Mu Bao’er spoke slowly, as if afraid the man wouldn’t understand.
As expected, the man hesitated for a moment upon hearing her words.
After seemingly thinking for a while, the man realized that what she said made sense, so he glared at the two of them fiercely and shouted, "Wait!"
Bai Qingyu's face was already swollen at this moment.
Quietly returning to her seat, Bai Qingyu suddenly felt a strange sensation in her heart.
His eyes would occasionally dart towards Mu Bao'er's face.
"What? Is there something on my face?" Mu Bao'er touched her face and asked curiously.
Bai Qingyu panicked and hurriedly looked away, shaking her head frantically.
After waiting for about half an hour, the door was pushed open again, and several people walked in together.
"You, come out!" A man pointed at Bai Qingyu.
Bai Qingyu's condition worsened; she felt dizzy and lightheaded, and even walking felt like the ground was spinning.
Before he could walk over, Mu Bao stood up and then helped him up.
"Go back quickly." Bai Qingyu winked at Mu Bao'er.
In this pitch-black place, those people couldn't see her face, but if she went out and came into contact with the light, who knows what those heartless people might do.
But Mu Bao'er was exceptionally stubborn. Although she didn't speak, she held onto Bai Qingyu's hand tightly.
The two remained locked in a stalemate for a while, but Bai Qingyu eventually gave up, though she kept her body subtly blocking Mu Bao'er's way.
The two were taken to another room, which was still not very big, but at least it had light and the air was fresher.
When the light came on, Mu Bao'er discovered that Bai Qingyu had a large wound more than ten centimeters long on the back of his head.
Inside the room, a person in a white coat had their back to the two people and appeared to be fiddling with their doctor's worktable.
The person who brought the two over said something that was hard to understand. The man in the white coat stopped what he was doing and turned around.
The moment Bai Qingyu saw his face, she stopped in her tracks.
Bai Qingyu almost called out Mo Yunze's name, but she managed to hold back in the end.
The two pretended not to know each other, and Bai Qingyu sat on the bed with Mu Bao'er's help.
Turning around, I saw Mo Yunze holding a syringe more than ten centimeters long, carefully drawing medicine into it.
"Does a shot really need to be this long?" Mu Bao'er blinked and whispered.
Bai Qingyu also swallowed hard; he had seen this kind of needle online.
It's used for giving injections to pigs.
“The wound is too deep; it’s easy for it to get infected if we don’t get a shot,” Mo Yunze said seriously.
Only when he got closer did Bai Qingyu dare to whisper:
"You're not a doctor, are you? You're not going to stab me to death, are you?"
He remembered that Mo Yunze had clearly studied financial management, so how did he learn to treat patients after going undercover?
"Don't worry, my skills are very good now. People here come to me when they get sick," Mo Yunze patted Bai Qingyu's shoulder reassuringly.
How do you determine what disease they have?
“Just search online! As long as the symptoms match 80% of the time, it’s pretty much the same. Even if it can’t be cured, it can’t be worse.” Mo Yunze said it very casually.
"Besides, your symptoms are so obvious, there's no mistake." After saying that, he picked up the syringe and was about to inject the needle.
Bai Qingyu was so frightened that he jumped up from his chair. He was joking; if he were to be killed by this quack doctor's injection, he would rather be burned to death.
Mu Bao'er, who was standing nearby, did not hear the two talking and did not know that the two knew each other, so when Bai Qingyu jumped up, she only thought that the other party was scared.
"This needle looks scary, but it should be fine. Don't be afraid. Once the injection is done, we'll fasten it properly." Mu Bao'er quickly grabbed Bai Qingyu's arm and pulled hard.
In that instant, Bai Qingyu felt as if a one-ton boulder was tied to his arm, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
Mu Bao'er easily pulled him back, then stood behind him and placed her hands directly on his shoulders.
Bai Qingyu was completely unable to move.
With a tremor running through him, Mo Yunze inserted the needle, taking nearly a minute to inject all the medicine.
After the fight, Bai Qingyu seemed to have lost her soul.
"He's not fit to go back to that house right now. Let him stay here for now, and he can go back when he's better," Mo Yunze said to the people who brought the two of them, as he packed up his things.
"Dr. Liu, is this going to work?" a man asked hesitantly.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yunze's face instantly darkened.
"What, you want the new god to enjoy this inferior soul?"
Upon hearing his words, the others in the room shook their heads, and even the more timid ones turned pale.
"They can only enjoy the new gods once they are fully recovered. Take good care of them these next few days and try to get them back to health before the ceremony begins."
After saying that, Mo Yunze picked up his things and left without looking back.
With him around, their quality of life improved dramatically.
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