Chapter 40 Zhao Qi
The silver-faced man carried Chen He to a clinic, where the doctor was an elderly man.
Seeing Shen He's miserable condition, he quickly helped her to the bed.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
Chen He still didn't say anything, but blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The doctor examined it carefully.
It turned out that Chen He's tongue was bitten by herself and was bleeding.
"Oh! Child, how could you be so cruel to yourself!" The doctor sighed while stopping the bleeding.
Chen He's tears couldn't stop falling and her whole body was shaking.
She tried to speak, but no sound came out.
The silver-faced man stood aside with a frown on his face. He took out a silver ingot from his arms and placed it in the doctor's hand.
"Please take good care of her."
The doctor took the silver ingot and nodded: "Don't worry, sir, I will do my best."
He was about to leave after saying that, but Shen He grabbed him and told him with his eyes not to leave.
At this moment, even though he didn't know anyone at all, Shen He only believed him.
The silver-faced man looked at Shen He, as if he could understand her. He nodded and sat beside her: "Okay, I won't leave."
The doctor took a bowl of medicine and handed it to Shen He: "Drink it, the pain will be much less."
Chen He took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp without caring about anything else. It seemed that he was drinking the blood on his tongue as well. A bloody smell swept over him.
After drinking the medicine, Chen He felt his vision gradually blur. The doctor said softly, "This medicine has a calming effect. You were frightened tonight, so just sleep peacefully for a while."
Chen He was a little scared and didn't dare to close his eyes. The silver-faced man gently held Chen He's hand and patted it.
As if by magic, Chen He slowly fell asleep.
.
When I woke up again, the sun was shining brightly.
The silver-faced man sitting next to him still held Chen He's hand tightly.
The man found that Shen He had woken up and asked hurriedly: "How is it? Is it still painful?"
Shen He shook his head and uttered words from the depths of his throat: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"After you have a good rest, I will take you back to the Shen Mansion."
Did he know that she was from the Shen family?
Who is this person?
"Who are you?" Chen He asked in a hoarse voice, looking into his eyes behind the silver-white mask, trying to find out the answer.
The silver-faced man keenly caught the confusion in Shen He's eyes and said in a soft and low voice: "I have no intention of harming you. As for who I am, it doesn't matter."
Chen He thought to himself that at the critical moment of life and death yesterday, it was he who stepped forward and rescued him from danger.
This favor was enough to prove that he would at least not become his enemy.
Yesterday...
Chen He suddenly remembered what he said yesterday: "Sorry, I'm late."
What does this sentence mean?
At this time, the doctor from the clinic came back with a bowl of porridge. Seeing that Chen He had woken up, he smiled and said, "Miss, are you awake? Have some porridge."
Shen He took the bowl from the doctor and said, "Thank you."
The old doctor waved his hand, his eyes full of love. "Don't thank me, thank your thoughtful husband instead. He stayed by your side all night long. This deep affection is evident to me, even in my old age. It's been a long time since I've seen such a loving couple. I feel like I've grown a few years younger with you."
After saying this, the doctor turned around with a smile and went to tidy up the shop, preparing for a new day of business.
When Chen He heard this, if it were in her previous life, she would definitely blush and feel shy.
But after living a new life, she had long lost the demeanor of a little girl. There was only vigilance in her eyes, and her gaze fell on the bowl of clear and light white porridge in the bowl.
Perhaps the doctor took her tongue pain into consideration and cooked the porridge very thinly so that she could finish it in just a few mouthfuls.
After drinking the porridge, Shen He looked at her dress that was torn to pieces, and she felt embarrassed and humiliated again.
The silver-faced man walked to the bedside and his eyes lingered on her for a moment, as if he noticed her embarrassment.
He remained silent and took off his black cloak.
It was a cloak made of high-quality material with dark patterns, and it was wide and thick.
He handed the cloak to Shen He.
No words.
But the meaning is clear.
Shen He looked at the cloak, then looked at him.
She couldn't see his expression because of the mask.
All that could be seen were the exposed eyes.
Deep and calm, like a deep ancient pool.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the cloak.
It feels slightly cool to the touch, but has a hint of body temperature.
She wrapped her cloak around herself, covering her torn clothes and exposed skin.
The wide cloak almost covered her entire body, bringing a strange sense of security.
"Let's go."
The silver-faced man finally spoke, his voice low and emotionless.
"I'll take you home."
***
The side door of Shen Mansion.
An inconspicuous blue cloth carriage stopped.
The silver-faced man helped Shen He out of the car.
The morning light was dim and there were not many people on the road.
Chen He wrapped his cloak tightly around himself and looked up at the man beside him.
"Thanks for saving me."
Her voice was still a little slurred, but her tone was sincere.
The silver-faced man looked at her quietly.
The mask had a cold, hard sheen in the morning light.
After a moment, he slowly spoke.
“No need.”
His voice remained flat.
"Just passing by, it's nothing."
Chen He pulled the cloak in his hand: "I must know my benefactor..."
But the silver-faced man interrupted her.
"Go back."
There was a hint of unquestionableness in his tone.
He turned around, and with a few rises and falls, he disappeared into the corner of the street shrouded in morning mist.
As fast as a ghost.
Chen He stood there, staring blankly at the direction where he disappeared, his heart full of doubts.
****
Chen He returned to his own "He'an Courtyard".
As soon as the gate was opened.
"Miss!"
A cry with a crying tone was heard!
Guyu pounced on him suddenly!
Her eyes were red and swollen, obviously she hadn't slept all night, and her face was full of tear marks!
"Miss! Where have you been? You scared me to death!"
Guyu looked Chen He up and down, and was frightened to death when he saw her wrapped in a men's cloak that obviously did not belong to her, her face was pale, and there seemed to be blood at the corners of her mouth!
"Miss, are you hurt?! Whose clothes are these?! What happened?!"
A series of questions made Guyu cry even more anxiously.
"Let's go in first."
Chen He held Gu Yu's cold hand and soothed her in a hoarse voice.
Entered the house.
Chen He took off her cloak, revealing the torn dress underneath.
Guyu gasped, covered her mouth, and tears instantly burst out!
"I'm fine, I just had an accident."
"Hurry, prepare some hot water. I want to take a bath."
"Yes! Yes! I'll go right away!"
Guyu wiped her tears and stumbled over to give instructions to the servants.
Chen He sat in front of the mirror, looking at his disheveled self in the mirror.
His face was pale, his eyes were tired, and there were faint scars at the corners of his lips.
The terrifying scene last night is engraved in my mind like a brand.
but……
She couldn't help but think of the silver-faced man again.
I remember his clean and neat skills, his cold mask, and those eyes.
Through the holes in the mask, she caught a fleeting glance.
No sarcasm, no obscenity, no mercy.
There was only a deep calm.
And an indescribable warmth.
Yes, warm.
During that moment of eye contact, she actually felt a strange warmth from the depths of those seemingly cold eyes.
It's like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, short-lived but enough to dispel some of the haze.
***
The night three days later.
Capital city, outside the west corner gate.
An inconspicuous wonton stall with a few greasy low tables and benches.
The dim lanterns swayed gently in the cool night breeze, barely dispelling the small darkness around the stall.
The steaming hot air, with the faint aroma of broth, filled the air.
Chen He sat alone at a wooden table in the corner. It seemed that what happened a few days ago did not have much impact on Chen He.
After living her life over again, many things can no longer shake her determination, and what she wants is very clear.
The simple and elegant dress seemed out of place with the simple surroundings, yet it blended strangely into the night.
In front of her was a bowl of untouched wontons, the rim of the bowl warm.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the coarse earthenware bowl from time to time.
“Knock…knock…”
The sound was very soft, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.
She was waiting for someone. Patience was a hunter's best quality.
The night wind suddenly brought an unusual breath.
It's not the aroma of wontons from the stalls, nor the smell of dust from ordinary streets.
yes……
A strong smell of blood!
A tall figure, with unsteady steps, slowly walked out from the shadows at the alley entrance.
It was the "King of Hell" of the Ministry of Justice, Zhou Yan'an.
He was still wearing the same dark suit he had worn three days ago, but now, the clothes were covered with dark stains and even had a few obvious tears.
Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands of wet black hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks.
His face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and there was a dark circle under his eyes.
The whole person looked as if he had just escaped from an extremely brutal fight, with a strong sense of fatigue and... a dead silence after the release of violence.
Zhou Yan'an walked straight towards the wonton stall.
His eyes immediately locked onto the figure sitting quietly in the corner.
Chen He also raised his head.
Her eyes calmly swept over Zhou Yan'an's embarrassed appearance, and finally landed on his left hand holding the sword at his waist.
The hand that once trembled violently due to extreme anger and pain.
At this moment, he pressed firmly on the hilt of the sword, without any shaking.
The calm after the slaughter! The madness that burned away reason has receded, replaced by a kind of almost numb calm! This hand just ended a life!
She could even clearly smell the lingering smell of blood mixed with sweat and rust on his body in the night breeze.
That bloody smell... is very fresh.
It also carries a cold and decaying feeling that is unique to death.
Chen He's fingertips finally stopped tapping.
She picked up the bowl of wontons that had become a little lukewarm in front of her and blew gently to remove the hot air.
Then, she raised her eyes and looked at the man who had walked to the table with a bloody and murderous look.
His voice was light, as if he was simply stating an obvious fact.
Chen He: "Master Zhou's sword is three points more stable than it was three days ago."
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