“Can you bear it?”
Gao Songmo snorted and winked at Lin Heizhi, “Wait for me to invite Master Wang back!”
He said and left with his spear.
But he was not in a hurry at all.
This woman named Song Qingchao always bullied Xiao Hushi, so it was only right to teach her a lesson!
A wicked smile curved his lips.
It would be best if she died like this.
He went to ask his master, but he didn't tell Bai You'an not to save people.
If there was an investigation, with Master Wang and Lin Heizhi, it would not fall on him.
So Gao Songmo took a detour, planning to find the constable who distributed food that morning to get a bowl of porridge for Xiao Hushi.
He was not present when the incident happened yesterday.
If he had been, he would never have let Xiao Hushi suffer.
The thought of Xiao Hushi’s soft waist quickened his steps.
“Oh, Brother Gao is here again?”
Gao Songmo nodded and familiar as ever, handed over some silver.
The donkey-faced constable turned around and produced a bowl of thick white porridge, accompanied by side dishes and a white steamed bun.
“Take it. But Xiao Hushi might not have time to pay attention to you now?”
Gao Songmo frowned, “Why?”
The donkey-faced constable, looking like he was watching a good show, leaned closer and sneered, “They started fighting again.”
He nudged Gao Songmo’s shoulder, “You too. With so many people, why are you only interested in her?”
Gao Songmo rolled his eyes at him and said playfully, “You wouldn’t understand.”
He put the bowl back, brushed off his sleeves, and turned to leave.
He strode towards Xiao Hushi’s area and from a distance saw the skinny monkey waving a whip in anger, with a group of people kneeling on the ground.
“Master Wang, I am responsible for guarding the grain and the doctor’s carriage. Mr. Bai just carried a female prisoner back to the carriage. As it was outside the guarded area, I have come to ask for your instruction on whether to allow passage.”
Gao Songmo’s posture was very low.
He secretly glanced at Xiao Hushi, whose face was flushed red, and felt a pang of heartache.
This face must not be ruined.
The skinny monkey turned around with a stern face and kicked him, “You blockhead! Let them pass quickly! Do you want me to lose my head?”
Gao Songmo fell to the ground, hastily righted his official hat, and scurried back in panic.
“Even if I die, I must take everyone with me!”
The skinny monkey, furious, kicked a stone aside, “Let the carriage enter the guarded area!”
He turned and glared at Ying Zhong, “Is that acceptable?”
Ying Zhong smiled brightly, “Of course, as long as Miss Song is safe and sound.”
The skinny monkey nodded through clenched teeth, hands on his hips, muttering, “Never a dull moment.”
He pointed at Song Qingmu, whose killing intent was almost palpable. “Behave yourself. While I agreed to let your elder sister ride in the carriage, you and this little one are not allowed.”
Song Qingmu nodded.
The skinny monkey then pointed at Xiao Hushi, “I’ve been lenient multiple times because you have a child, don’t push it.”
Xiao Hushi also quickly nodded, promising it wouldn’t happen again.
Only then did the skinny monkey leave, satisfied.
Song Qingmu looked sideways at Xiao Hushi.
Xiao Hushi shivered under his gaze and quickly shifted outward.
Song Qingmu then sneered and looked at Liu Fubao, who was still bowing to pick up a vegetable bun on the side.
His slender hand picked up a bun from the ground before Liu Fubao could, and then “smilingly” offered it to him.
Liu Fubao, without thinking, reached for it.
But Xiao Hushi slapped his hand away fiercely, “You can’t eat it!”
Liu Fubao wailed, “Why not! If I don’t eat, I’ll starve to death, and I don’t want to starve!”
Song Qingmu pulled Liu Zhe’er to her feet, “You’d better pray my elder sister is fine, otherwise I can’t guarantee you’ll make it to the end.”
His expression was blank, he merely glanced at them indifferently, his voice as cold as ice, the end of his tone laced with undisguised killing intent.
Xiao Hushi clutched Liu Fubao tightly, “You wouldn’t dare!”
Song Qingmu let out a sneer and walked away, pulling Liu Zhe’er with him.
After walking a couple of steps, Liu Zhe’er stopped.
She let go of Song Qingmu’s hand and turned to walk towards Xiao Hushi.
Liu Zhe’er bent down and picked up the scattered vegetable bun, and in front of Liu Fubao, she chewed it with large bites, as if in defiance, her eyes filled with tears as she stuffed the entire bun into her mouth.
Then she snatched two more vegetable buns from his hand, her voice muffled, “I wouldn’t even give these to a dog, let alone you!”
Liu Zhe’er ran back to Song Qingmu’s side, taking his slender hand again.
“Let’s go and see sister quickly!”
The two quickly walked to the carriage.
Song Qingmu: “Mr. Bai, is my elder sister well?”
The curtain was instantly lifted, and Ying Zhong poked his head out from the carriage, “She has stabilized slowly, you don’t need to worry.”
Song Qingmu wanted to ask more, but the constables began urging everyone to move on quickly.
Ying Zhong lowered the curtain and climbed out of the carriage himself to drive.
“Master cannot be distracted while treating patients, don’t worry.”
Song Qingmu understood, but still frowned.
She gave off an air of keeping everyone at a distance.
For a moment, everyone fell silent, with only the creaking of the carriage and the clanging of chains.
Inside the carriage.
Zhong Chun had already left.
In the vast space, only Bai You’an was carefully tending to Song Qingchao’s wounds.
He wrapped her head with several layers of gauze.
Then he carefully took her pulse.
He withdrew his hand and carefully observed her gradually rosy complexion.
Initially, her pulse was weak, as if about to fade. He had only given her basic treatment under the carriage, without using any special medicine.
And when he took her pulse again just now, it had returned to a normal common cold symptom.
He had indeed never seen this illness before; it was very peculiar.
At least she was fine.
His fingers reached for Song Qingchao’s collar, intending to unbutton her clothes to administer acupuncture.
After unfastening two buttons, Bai You’an withdrew his scalded hand.
He turned his eyes away. Then, with trembling hands, he unfastened another button.
As a physician, what had he not seen?
If it weren’t for Song Qingchao’s action that morning, he wouldn’t be like this now!
He had medical ethics, after all.
Bai You’an thought for a moment, then sat back down. Taking the medicine first was the same thing.
He picked up the decoction on the table, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to Song Qingchao.
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Bai You’an, holding the medicine, knelt beside her and stared at her for a long time.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, put down the medicine bowl, reached out to pick her up, and then pried open her mouth to pour the medicine in.
He then soaked a cool towel and placed it on her forehead.
After all the fuss,
When Bai You’an sat down, beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
He picked up the cool tea on the table and drank it down in one go.
This woman was his retribution…
All morning, he changed several towels, but Song Qingchao’s temperature still did not decrease.
Bai You’an, sitting upright, looked at the acupuncture pouch on the case board.
He was a physician.
He was definitely not harboring any ulterior motives towards Song Qingchao.
Bai You’an stood up, bent down, and began to unbutton Song Qingchao’s clothes.
He didn’t even dare to breathe, but the faint fragrance from the girl still wafted into his nostrils.
With a “clatter.”
The carriage jolted, and Bai You’an lost his balance. To prevent himself from falling, his hand suddenly pressed into the empty space next to Song Qingchao’s face.
This posture, combined with her partially unbuttoned collar, was enough to spark the imagination.
At this moment, Song Qingchao also opened her eyes.
The moment their gazes met, the air around them seemed to freeze.
The carriage curtain was suddenly pulled open.
“Master! You you you… I didn’t see anything!”