Upon seeing this, Zhang Huaien quickly stepped forward to check. As soon as he got closer, he saw the person who had closed their eyes open them, their gaze calm and undisturbed.
Zhang Huaien reassured him, "I am Zhang Huaien from Shanghe Village. I know some herbs. Let me take a look at your injury."
The seated man didn't reply, but simply raised his head slightly and looked at Zhang Huaien with his calm, unwavering eyes. For some reason, Zhang Huaien felt that he saw confusion and innocence in his eyes.
Thinking the person was badly injured, he didn't linger any longer and quickly put down the basket on his back. He took out a wild ginseng root from the basket, washed it clean with water, and said, "This is ginseng. Chew it up and swallow it; it's good for your health."
As he spoke, he held the ginseng to the man's mouth on the ground. Ying looked at the ginseng that was placed to his mouth, opened his mouth and ate it. Seeing that the man had eaten it, Zhang Huaien turned his back and rummaged through his basket for hemostatic herbs, Bletilla striata and Panax notoginseng. He cleaned the long, narrow leaves of Bletilla striata and the root of Panax notoginseng, and then crushed them with a stone.
Ying quietly chewed the ginseng in her mouth, her gaze following the slender figure beside her.
Ying is an orphan. He was taken back by the Assassination Pavilion when he was young, and no one has ever treated him so kindly since he can remember.
The training at the Assassination Pavilion is cruel and bloody. Those who fail to complete the training will not only be starved but also tortured. Ying has a good talent for martial arts, which allowed him to survive the ordeal. Because of his diligence and hard work in training, he became one of the top masters in the Assassination Pavilion before he was even twenty years old.
However, he disliked killing, so he was mainly responsible for intelligence gathering.
His injury stemmed from the recent passing of the former leader of the Assassin's Guild, which has now split into two factions. One faction, represented by Shadow, dislikes killing. The other faction believes that taking on assassination jobs is lucrative and that everyone should undertake such missions. The two factions are locked in a bitter conflict, now irreconcilable. The leader of the pro-killing faction is Ghost Dark, an orphan adopted by the Assassin's Guild who, through years of fighting, gradually developed a fascination with the thrill of killing. Shadow's injury was a result of Ghost Dark's ambush.
A cold hand removed the hand that had been covering his lower abdomen, interrupting his thoughts.
While quickly applying medicine to the man's wound, Zhang Huaien explained in a gentle voice, "This is made by crushing Bletilla striata and Panax notoginseng; it's for stopping bleeding."
Zhang Huaien applied the medicine evenly to the wound, then tore off a piece of fabric from the hem of his own clothes and carefully bandaged the man's wound. He asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
The question "Does it hurt?" lingered in Ying's mind, stirring his still, stagnant heart.
He looked up and met Zhang Huaien's smiling eyes. His usually calm eyes gradually brightened.
Seeing that he looked better, Zhang Huaien prepared to stand up. Ying subconsciously reached out and grasped the hand that had been removed from his body.
Seeing the two holding hands, Zhang Huaien paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I'm not leaving. I'll go wash some wild fruit for you to eat."
Upon hearing this, Ying released her grip on his hand.
Looking at the quiet man, Zhang Huaien thought to himself, "This guy is quite well-behaved."
"Hahaha, Shadow, so you were hiding here! I've finally found you. Hahaha..." A rough, excited voice came from not far away, booming like a bell.
There were seven people in the opposite group. The leader had a fierce aura, dark skin, a burly build, and a thumb-long scar on his right cheek.
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