In the magistrate’s office!

Muruo was stopping Wei Yi’s bleeding. Basin after basin of bloody water was carried out from the room.

Ji Yunshu stood by the bedside, staring intently at Wei Yi lying on the bed, his face pale as a sheet of white paper.

Although in a coma, Wei Yi’s brows were slightly knitted together, making one’s heart ache.

She was dazed and frightened.

Over and over in her mouth, she blamed herself, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have taken him out. It’s all my fault…”

Her eyes were completely red. Both hands gripped tightly together, her nails gradually digging deep into her flesh.

Tears slid down her cheeks, each one large.

Like strings of silver beads connected by threads.

Guilt combined with worry—at this moment, they nearly tormented her to the point where death would be preferable to living.

Outside the door!

Tang Si sat in the corridor, using her clothes to wipe her precious silver whip, occasionally glancing into the room a few times.

Then she asked Shi Zijin, who was also in the corridor with her, “What kind of people are you exactly? Why would someone assassinate you? And with every strike aimed to kill.”

No answer.

“This is Anfu’s magistrate’s office. I heard the county official was corrupt and got arrested. How can you be in the magistrate’s office? Could it be you’re also officials?”

No answer!

“I’m asking you!”

Still no answer.

Tang Si snorted, “Every one of you is so strange. I helped you anyway, and not only is there not a word of thanks, but you’re all being aloof.”

Somewhat angry!

Shi Zijin glanced at her, took a breath, and uttered a sentence, “You’d better leave quickly.”

“Oh my, you spoke? I thought you were mute!” She waved the whip in her hand, walked to Shi Zijin’s side, revealing those willful little eyes, “This young lady has discovered that you Central Plains people are much more interesting than us Hou Liao people. Now you want me to leave? No way. I’m planning to stay. In case someone tries to kill you again, I can also help you.”

“No need!”

“Yes, there is a need. Just now, if it weren’t for me, that wandering charlatan would have died. He owes me his life—I have to get it back somehow. If you tell me to leave, won’t I be at a loss? Furthermore…”

As she spoke, she took out the small wooden plaque she had pilfered from Ji Yunshu, dangling it in her hand, curving her thin lips.

She continued, “There are too many interesting things in the Central Plains—I really can’t bear to leave.”

Shi Zijin glanced at this little miss and simply hugged the long sword in her hands, too lazy to deal with her.

Tang Si felt utterly bored and bounced into the room. She saw Muruo sitting by the bedside, his expression grave, simultaneously stopping Wei Yi’s bleeding while administering acupuncture.

After about half a double-hour passed, he finally managed to stop the bleeding.

Because of excessive blood loss, Wei Yi’s face was terrifyingly pale.

Muruo wiped his hands and stuffed another pill into Wei Yi’s mouth before finally standing and walking to sit at the table, writing a prescription for the magistrate’s maid.

“Quickly go prepare the medicine and decoct it at seventy percent heat.”

“Yes.”

The maid took the prescription to prepare the medicine.

Ji Yunshu sat by the bedside, but her hands didn’t dare touch Wei Yi, fearing she might cause him pain.

Looking at the blood all over the bed sheet, her heart twisted into a knot.

“Wei Yi?” She called softly. Getting no response, she turned to ask Muruo, “How is he now?”

“The situation is not good.”

“Not good? What do you mean not good?”

Somewhat agitated.

Muruo said, “If the wound had been even a fraction off, it would have struck directly at his heart. There’s massive internal bleeding, and it also injured his heart meridian, so… we’ll have to see how things go.”

Upon hearing this, she bit her lip so hard it drew blood.

“It’s me. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken him out. If something really happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself for the rest of my life.” She gently held Wei Yi’s hand, “Why were you so foolish? Why did you have to save me?”

Muruo glanced over here a few times, slowly poured himself a cup of tea, and only after drinking it did he utter a sentence, “Relax. This kid has a big life—he won’t die. My title as divine physician isn’t worn casually. I was just joking with you to lighten the atmosphere.”

Damn it!

Was joking around fun?

Ji Yunshu felt as if she’d ridden a rollercoaster!

She didn’t bother to fuss about it, but instead was relieved and shed tears, sniffling, crying and laughing at the same time.

Muruo then lifted his robe and stood, picking up the medicine box, saying, “I’m going to check on Jingrong.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Yunshu remembered.

She immediately said, “His hand…”

“I know. You take good care of Wei Yi. As for Jingrong’s side, I’m on it.”

With that, he went out.

Tang Si followed.

“You’re really a physician?”

She stared at him eagerly.

Muruo squinted at her, “What? Don’t look like one?”

She shook her head and wrinkled her chin, “Don’t look like one. You look like a wandering charlatan.”

Muruo wasn’t annoyed, “Little miss, you’d better leave, lest you stay too long and bring trouble upon yourself.”

As he spoke, he quickened his pace.

Tang Si was like sticky candy, running a few steps to keep up, using her elbow to bump his arm, “I’m your lifesaver—how can there be any reason to chase away your lifesaver?”

“…”

“What kind of people are you exactly? Are you really officials? Or some kind of wandering martial heroes? Or perhaps… you killed someone and are now fugitives.”

“Mm, we did indeed kill people. We’re all murderers, and we kill without batting an eye, so you’d better leave quickly, or else you won’t even know when you die.”

“Trying to scare me? Tang Si was disdainful, “What haven’t I seen? How could I be scared away by your few words? I think you’re just a group of heroes, so this young lady has decided to follow you from now on, wandering the world together.”

Displaying the demeanor of a heroic woman roaming the world with her sword.

Muruo’s expression remained cold throughout.

When nearly at Jingrong’s room, he stopped, turned to face Tang Si directly, and said seriously, “Don’t follow anymore.”

“Why?”

Muruo ignored her and stepped toward Jingrong’s room.

Tang Si was about to follow when a figure suddenly jumped before her eyes,

Blocking her path!

“Miss, please stay.” Shi Ziran didn’t have as good a temper as Muruo.

Tang Si knew she was no match for him and could only watch Muruo’s retreating figure helplessly, thus stopping there.

Inside Jingrong’s room!

He stood before the window, his gaze looking far out the window. Although both hands were behind his back, they were hidden in his sleeves.

On the ground, there were still several drops of dried blood.

As soon as Muruo entered, he opened the medicine box.

“Come over.”

Hearing the voice, Jingrong turned around and walked over with slightly heavy steps, obediently sitting down.

Then he lifted his injured hand and presented it to Muruo.

On his broad palm, the sharp tip of the arrow had pierced a very deep gash. The blood had already stopped, but the blood on the wound was somewhat viscous, showing a tendency to scab over.

While applying medicine to him, Muruo said, “Look at you—you’re like this yet still stubbornly enduring. So what if you’re a prince? You’re not a god either. Getting injured is unavoidable. If I weren’t by your side, would you really wait until your blood dried up before seeking a physician?”

“Minor injury.”

“Minor injury?” Muruo glared at him, “Jingrong, oh Jingrong, can’t you change this stubborn habit of yours?”

“Can’t.”

“Fine, whatever you say is right.”

Muruo deliberately used a bit more force with the hand applying medicine. He saw Jingrong’s palm contract slightly, his brow furrowing.

Muruo secretly smiled.

After finishing the bandaging, Muruo spoke seriously.

“You have no reason to swallow this matter, do you!”