“Hey, wake up! Don’t die on me!”
Meng Xiaoyu, using her Light Skill, had been running with the severely injured Ling Yuer for over an hour before finally stopping due to exhaustion.
At this point, Meng Xiaoyu had no idea where they were; she only knew they should be safe now.
Ever since she escaped the manor with Ling Yuer, she had been running in one direction.
Don’t ask Meng Xiaoyu which direction that was, because not only is she terrible with directions, she’s a complete direction idiot.
If you insist on asking, she’d just tell you, “We’re under a really big tree.”
She reached out and patted Ling Yuer’s pale cheek, but got no response, which made Meng Xiaoyu panic.
“She can’t be dead, right?”
Thinking this, Meng Xiaoyu quickly checked Ling Yuer’s breathing and felt relieved when she found she was still breathing.
However, she soon started to worry again.
Although Ling Yuer was still breathing, if her injuries weren’t treated in time, she might not last long, especially with that arrow still lodged in her back.
Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoyu ignored her own fatigue.
She propped Ling Yuer against her chest, reached for the arrow in her back, and took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Meng Xiaoyu, you can do this. It’s just pulling out an arrow. What’s there to be afraid of? You’ve seen it on TV before, you can do it.”
After psyching herself up, Meng Xiaoyu tightened her grip on the arrow, held Ling Yuer’s waist with her left hand, closed her eyes, and pulled hard with her right hand.
“Ugh!”
came the muffled groan from the unconscious Ling Yuer as the arrow was pulled out.
Meng Xiaoyu quickly discarded the arrow and began to undress Ling Yuer, removing her black outerwear, white middle layer, and inner garments until only a pink embroidered undergarment remained.
Meng Xiaoyu didn’t have time to admire the alluring figure in her arms; her focus was solely on the wound on Ling Yuer’s back, which was oozing blood after the arrow was removed.
The wound, previously hidden by the black nightwear, was now visible, with blackened skin around it and black blood seeping out.
Even someone as clueless as Meng Xiaoyu could guess that the arrow was poisoned.
Judging by the blackened skin and the black blood, the poison was quite potent.
Realizing this, Meng Xiaoyu quickly took out the Han Yu Chan, said to cure all poisons, and placed it in Ling Yuer’s mouth.
She then removed her own black nightwear, revealing a white middle layer, which she tore into strips about a palm’s width.
She wrapped these strips around Ling Yuer’s bleeding wound.
Of course, we can’t expect Meng Xiaoyu, who had never bandaged a wound before, to do it beautifully or securely.
In her words, “As long as it covers the wound, it’s good enough.
Who has the time and energy to make it both pretty and secure?”
After bandaging the wound, Meng Xiaoyu dressed Ling Yuer in the clothes she had removed earlier, then put on her own black nightwear.
Despite being hungry, tired, and exhausted, she hoisted the still-unconscious Ling Yuer onto her back and continued walking.
She knew she couldn’t heal Ling Yuer’s severe injuries on her own.
The only option was to find a doctor, but where to find one?
Looking around, all she saw were trees and grass, perfectly fitting the phrase “in the middle of nowhere.”
So, Meng Xiaoyu, who was both directionally challenged and clueless, used a method many fools use when lost, a method she had used since childhood to choose a path.
She picked up a small branch from the ground, closed her eyes, spun around twice, and threw the branch.
She opened her eyes to see which direction the unbranched end pointed, and headed that way.
As it turns out, if you have the protagonist’s halo, no matter how foolish your method, miracles will happen.
After walking in the direction indicated by her foolish method for about two hours, Meng Xiaoyu found herself on a main road (though she didn’t know it was a main road), and not far away, a carriage was speeding towards them.
Seeing the approaching carriage, Meng Xiaoyu didn’t hesitate to run to the middle of the road with Ling Yuer on her back, intending to stop the carriage.
She couldn’t afford to think too much; Ling Yuer’s breathing was getting weaker, and she needed immediate treatment.
Plus, Meng Xiaoyu’s own strength was nearly depleted, so she had to risk everything to stop the carriage and ask its owner to take them to a town to find a doctor.
The protagonist’s halo is indeed powerful, because not only did the carriage owner stop and let Meng Xiaoyu and Ling Yuer on, but the owner was also a very famous doctor, and someone Meng Xiaoyu knew.
Of course, Meng Xiaoyu didn’t know this at the time, because the carriage’s owner had changed from the male disguise Meng Xiaoyu knew to her original female attire.
“Oh, thank you so much! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do,” Meng Xiaoyu said gratefully to the yellow-clad woman who was crouched down, applying medicine and re-bandaging Ling Yuer.
“Hehe, you’re welcome. Meeting is fate. On this deserted road, meeting us is a kind of fate, isn’t it?”
the yellow-clad woman said with a light laugh.
“Hehe, you’re right,” Meng Xiaoyu said with a silly smile, scratching her head.
Then, without waiting for the yellow-clad woman to say anything else, she asked again, “Uh… my friend, she’s going to be okay, right?
She won’t die, will she?”
The yellow-clad woman chuckled lightly at Meng Xiaoyu’s somewhat foolish question and replied, “It’s not certain yet. First, her injuries are severe, and the poison is deep, having invaded her internal organs. If it weren’t for the Han Yu Chan suppressing the poison and protecting her heart, she might already be dead.”
Her tone was indifferent, as if she were discussing something trivial.
After all, Ling Yuer’s life or death had nothing to do with her.
If it weren’t for Meng Xiaoyu, she wouldn’t have even bothered to look, let alone help.
Her reputation as the Heartless Medical Immortal wasn’t just because of where she lived, but also because of her heartlessness and refusal to save others.
While the yellow-clad woman’s tone was indifferent, Meng Xiaoyu was listening with a pounding heart.
“Then… then… what should we do now? Isn’t there a way to save her? Didn’t they say the Han Yu Chan can cure all poisons? Why is the poison still in her organs?”
Meng Xiaoyu’s voice was filled with indescribable panic.
When she heard the yellow-clad woman say Ling Yuer’s life was uncertain, she felt an inexplicable pain and fear.
She didn’t understand why she felt this way, but when she heard Ling Yuer might die, a wave of fear and pain surged in her heart.
“Although the Han Yu Chan can cure all poisons, it must be placed in the mouth of the poisoned person immediately after poisoning to be effective.
Judging by her condition, she must have used the Han Yu Chan more than an hour after being poisoned,” the yellow-clad woman said, noticing the undisguised heartache and panic in Meng Xiaoyu’s eyes.
A strange jealousy and discomfort flashed in her heart.
Jealous of Meng Xiaoyu’s concern for Ling Yuer, uncomfortable with Meng Xiaoyu’s panic over this person’s life.
This emotion even made the yellow-clad woman consider adding more poison to the severely injured Ling Yuer to send her to the afterlife sooner.
The thought startled the yellow-clad woman.
“What’s wrong with me? How could I have such a terrible thought? Even though I’m known as the Heartless Medical Immortal, I’ve never wanted to poison patients just because I’m in a bad mood. But just now, because of a girl, I had such a terrible thought.”
Thinking of this, the yellow-clad woman looked up at Meng Xiaoyu, who had caused her to have such an evil thought, and under Meng Xiaoyu’s anxious, worried, and heartbroken expression, she continued, “You don’t have to be sad. I didn’t say she would definitely die…”
“You mean you can save her, right?”
Meng Xiaoyu interrupted her eagerly, eyes full of hope, hoping she would say yes.
Seeing the hope in Meng Xiaoyu’s eyes, the yellow-clad woman wanted to slap herself.
Why did she say that?
How could she soften when she saw Meng Xiaoyu’s tear-filled eyes?
Now she had no choice but to save this person she inexplicably disliked.
Although she cursed herself inwardly, under Meng Xiaoyu’s hopeful gaze, the yellow-clad woman nodded with difficulty.
But after nodding, she mentally slapped herself again, scolding herself for being so soft-hearted.
“Really?
You can really save her?
That’s great, thank you so much, you’re such a good person,” Meng Xiaoyu said happily, leaning over Ling Yuer to hug the yellow-clad woman’s neck.
After speaking, she gave the yellow-clad woman a heavy kiss on the cheek, then returned to carefully tending to the unconscious Ling Yuer.
The yellow-clad woman was surprised by the sudden hug and kiss.
She gently touched her cheek where she had been kissed, a slight smile forming on her lips.
Her mood improved slightly because of the unexpected kiss, and she no longer thought about adding more poison to Ling Yuer to send her to the afterlife sooner.
However, her dislike for Ling Yuer remained, especially when she saw Meng Xiaoyu caring for Ling Yuer so attentively.
Then the yellow-clad woman seemed to remember something and called out to the middle-aged man driving the carriage, “Medicine Slave, change direction.
We’re not going to ‘Qiyun Mountain’ anymore.
Speed up and head back to the Heartless Cliff.”
“Yes, Master,” the middle-aged man responded calmly, not questioning the change in plans.
