The scholar looked around and saw the man lying on the ground, covered in wounds. He jumped off the bed and walked forward with concern and asked:
"Brother, are you okay?"
The man who just ate Leng Yu's steamed buns whispered a reminder,
"Leave him alone, or you'll get beaten too."
Hearing this, the scholar clicked his tongue in fear and quietly retreated back to his bunk.
Leng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked to the man, and asked softly:
"Are you okay?"
The man looked at Leng Yu, shook his head with lifeless eyes, and then looked at him as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
"Sir, I can tell from your face that you are not an ordinary person. Can I ask you, if you make it out alive, to tell my mother to tell Xiaoling not to wait for me anymore? I really... I really can't hold on any longer."
Xiaoling?
This address made Leng Yu frown. Could he be the man from Xiaoling's family who went to file a complaint with the emperor?
He said to the scholar and the big guy:
"We're all part of this world, and we can't just sit there and do nothing. Lift him to the bed, and I'll check his wounds!"
The big guy hesitated a bit, and the thin guy patted his chest and stood up.
"I'll do it."
The big guy was afraid of being looked down upon, so he quickly stood up.
"As if you can lift it, let me do it!"
After that, the two of them and the scholar, under Leng Yu's instructions, carried him to his bunk.
Although Leng Yu was reluctant to give up the red cream that Lan'er gave him, he took it out and applied it to the man's wound with his fingers, thinking that it could save people.
This red cream ointment has a miraculous effect on the external wound. After a while, the man opened his eyes.
He bit his lip and looked at Leng Yu.
"Thank you for your help, sir, but I've been tortured enough. You might as well let me die."
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