Shou Hou still wanted to ask something more.
But Bai You An directly drove him out, "If you still want to see Song Qing Zhao tomorrow, do as I say."
Even when Shou Hou was standing outside the door holding the incense burner, he still hadn't realized how he had been bullied by a boy half his size.
Bai You An didn't care what Shou Hou thought.
All his thoughts were on Song Qing Zhao.
He strode back to the bedside, reached out to check her forehead temperature, and finding it unreliable, finally pressed his own forehead against hers.
It was soft and burning hot.
He dared not exhale forcefully, but the faint fragrance from Song Qing Zhao's body still insidiously drifted into his nostrils.
Bai You An sat up, his brows furrowed, and moved her still-damp long hair aside.
Then he took out a handkerchief, soaked it in the cool water, and placed it on her forehead.
After completing all the emergency measures, he finally turned his attention to the wound on her left shoulder.
The bleeding had stopped, but the dagger still needed to be removed.
If he was careless, it would tear at the wound.
But he didn't hesitate at all; he was very familiar with treating such wounds.
In his previous life, he had struggled and endured many injuries himself, and he didn't trust others. Before meeting Ying Zhong, he had treated most of his wounds himself.
Bai You An took out a dagger from the medical kit and cleanly cut open Song Qing Zhao's wet clothes, exposing the wound completely to his sight.
Although he had seen many such things, seeing Song Qing Zhao's wound still made him gasp.
If it had been an inch further, her arm would have been ruined.
Afterward, he skillfully treated Song Qing Zhao's wound, without any inclination to attend to other matters.
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After Bai You An bandaged Song Qing Zhao's wound, he retreated.
He looked around and found a clean set of clothes by the bedside, likely ones she hadn't had time to put on.
He wanted to go out and find a maid to help Song Qing Zhao change,
otherwise, wearing wet clothes would worsen her condition.
He pushed the door open and saw the crowd bustling outside.
Shou Hou: "Is she alright?"
Bai You An shook his head, "No, find a reliable woman to come in."
He closed the door after speaking.
Then he squatted by the bedside and set up a simple medicinal stove.
Bai You An leaned against the bed, waiting for the maid.
He had to brew medicine while also drying her hair with a clean towel.
He turned his head to look at Song Qing Zhao sleeping soundly, like a porcelain doll, fragile enough to break with a touch.
At this time, it was not as peaceful outside as it was inside.
Shou Hou looked at Gao Song Mo, who was still whimpering with a wronged expression, and kicked him again, "Useless."
He pointed to a follower, "Find a woman and send her in."
The follower trembled and dared not speak, then remained motionless.
Shou Hou frowned, "Go! What are you doing?"
The follower swallowed, "What kind of woman do you want?"
This sentence infuriated Shou Hou to the point of almost sending him away, "Any kind! Just find any maid and send her in. She's being treated, not doing anything else. Is your brain short-circuited, big brother?"
The follower's face turned pale after hearing this and he ran off directly.
Shou Hou, holding the incense burner, felt even more speechless.
Gao Song Mo looked up with tearful eyes, but his gaze was fixed on the incense burner in Shou Hou's hand.
He just drooled, as if he had been scared into a stupor.
Shou Hou raised his whip again, fiercely, "What are you just standing there for! Hurry and take the token to get a doctor!"
A bailiff quickly nodded and ran off.
Only then did Shou Hou notice Gao Song Mo's abnormality.
He looked at the incense burner in his arms strangely, then Gao Song Mo, so nervous that he forgot to cry out in pain.
He opened the incense burner, rubbed the residue between his fingers, and then brought it to his nose to smell.
Shou Hou's face immediately changed.
He quickly called out to the bailiff who had run to fetch the doctor, but it was too late.
He didn't know where that blockhead had gotten his information.
He directly led people and surrounded them.
"Well, it's so late, and you're still so lively here?"
Shou Hou's face, as black as charcoal, pulled at his stiff lips, "Officer Liu, it's not as lively at my place as it is at yours."
Liu San'er was rough in appearance and even more crude in his actions. He directly put his arm around Shou Hou's shoulder, "What's there to say between us?"
Shou Hou's face dropped as if it could fall to the ground, "Do you need something? If not, hurry back to your mansion. It's already curfew, why are you still wandering outside."
Liu San'er exclaimed, waved his hand, and a line of soldiers appeared.
"What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Liu San'er smiled triumphantly, "Someone reported a homicide at this post station."
He walked around the trembling Gao Song Mo and finally patted his shoulder hard, then squatted down and whispered in his ear, "Isn't this our colleague? Why is he in such a terrible state?"
Liu San'er widened his eyes, feigning surprise, "Could it be that to control the perpetrator, he fought with that person for three hundred rounds?"
Gao Song Mo nodded and shook his head, and finally, his hands trembled as he pointed into the house, still babbling "aba."
Liu San'er immediately clapped his hands, and said with no regret, "So why can't he speak now?"
He patted Gao Song Mo again, "Don't worry, I won't let the hero be forgotten."
After saying that, he was about to enter the house.
Shou Hou could not stand it anymore. His voice turned cold as he blocked the entrance, "Officer Liu, this isn't appropriate, is it?"
"What's not appropriate?"
Liu San'er pretended to look innocent, "I have to go in to investigate the case."
"The person inside is still unconscious," Shou Hou frowned, he truly detested this smiling tiger in front of him.
"So what?" Liu San'er's smile disappeared, "I can't investigate the case then?"
He approached Shou Hou, his slightly taller stature overshadowing Shou Hou by half a head, "Move aside, you'd better know your place!"
Shou Hou had only intended to block him a little, but upon hearing these words, he became enraged, "What kind of bullshit are you talking about?"
He shoved Liu San'er away abruptly, "I am still in charge here. If anything happens within the exile caravan, I have the final say. What right do you have to be here?"
Liu San'er was not to be outdone. He straightened his chest and stepped forward, "The official documents have been handed over. As of today, you are nothing more than a savior. Besides, I am the commander here! I am the one who should investigate the murder case here! What are you?"
Shou Hou couldn't help but laugh, "A murder case? What murder case?"
He tightened his grip on the whip in his hand, "There is no murder case here. Please return, Officer."
Liu San'er laughed, and the soldiers behind him instantly drew their swords and blades.
Shou Hou's side also refused to yield, and both sides stood in confrontation.
Finally, a soft female voice interrupted the arrogant and overbearing men, "Why have you summoned me, sirs?"
Liu San'er looked at her and laughed even more, "Not bad, even at a time like this, you haven't forgotten to call for a woman."
When Shou Hou saw the woman's attire, his teeth ached with anger.
But there was nothing he could do, so he directly pushed the woman in, "The person has been delivered to you!"