Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the courtyard house, in one of the rooms of the main house.
Yin Shaojie was sitting on a bamboo chair. Cold sweat beaded his forehead. He turned his gaze back as he tried to unwrap a bandage around his hip bone.
âShaojie, youâre hurt?â Song Shijun pushed the door open and entered. Upon seeing him in this state, he understood immediately.
Yin Shaojie lifted his gaze and looked at him. âCome help me.â
Song Shijun hurried over and helped him take the bandage off. After seeing the wound, he frowned and asked, âWhat happened?â
It didnât look like a knife wound or a gunshot. It just looked like a horrifyingly bloody mess.
âDonât ask, just hurry!â Yin Shaojie said anxiously. He was counting the time internally. Xiaoxiao needed at least ten minutes to shower. He had to hurry up and settle this so that he could return before she came out so that she wouldnât get suspicious.
Song Shijun didnât say anything else, but dealt with his wound with a practiced hand.
After taking off the bloody bandage, Yin Shaojie ordered, âApply some antidote.â
Song Shijun was shocked. âPoison? Youâve been poisoned?â
The blood on the bandage looked mostly bright red, and only a little bit of it was black. That meant that the wound had been mostly cleared of the poison.
However, precaution should still be taken with an antidote.
Song Shijun rummaged through the first aid kit for a special antidote. After applying this antidote onto Yin Shaojie, he would apply another layer of medicine to promote wound healing.
When he was about to apply this special antidote, Yin Shaojie stopped him. âDonât apply this.â
âWhy? This is a painkiller. Arenât you in a lot of pain right now?â Song Shijun asked uncomprehendingly. Upon thinking about the wound that he had seen earlier, his heart shivered in fright.
Yin Shaojie shook his head resolutely. âI canât put this on. It smells too strongly, and Xiaoxiao would smell it.â
Song Shijun understood instantly that his main concern was for Xiaoxiao not to know about this.
There was no choice but to not use this antidote. However, he thought for a while and found an antidote that didnât smell. Even though it werenât very potent, it was better than nothing.
He bandaged the wound for him and stuck an adhesive over it.
The adhesive was used to hide the wound not only so that it couldnât be spotted at first glance, but also so that it wouldnât feel like there was a wound even if the area was touched.
Song Shijun asked, âWhat happened? Did you arrive so late because you were hurt? Why couldnât we reach your phone?â
âMy phone was dead.â Yin Shaojie only answered this question. Looking down, he confirmed that the wound had been bandaged properly and pulled his shirt back down.
He was about to leave when Song Shijun took ahold of him.
âDonât leave first. Iâll brew something for you or you wonât be able to endure it.â
Yin Shaojie knew what he meant but he shook his head. âThereâs no need. I have to hurry back before Xiaoxiao knows that I came out.â
âWhatâs that got to do with anything? Just tell her that you came out to find me. If you donât know how to explain it, just tell her that I asked you out for something and that will do. Look at how pale your face is. You donât want Xiaoxiao to see that, right? Sit here and wait for a few minutes.â
With that said, Song Shijun walked out of the room.
Yin Shaojie had no choice but to listen. He was indeed in great pain right now and he was afraid that he would expose himself if it was not relieved.
After a few minutes, Song Shijun returned. He offered a cup to Yin Shaojie.
âItâs already been cooled down a bit. Drink it up.â