Chapter 11
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Chu Qianxun suddenly wanted to see that clean and shy smile again.
Ye Peitian was taken out of the blood pit by her. There was too much mud and blood on his body, that a bucket of clean water soon became red.
Chu Qianxun put down the towel and took out a small ceramic jar from her backpack. This was a special potion she just bought from the potion shop on the road. It could alleviate the bleeding state caused by the bleeding artifact.
She opened the lid. It was filled with crystal clear semi-liquid gel and emitted a very special fragrance.
She got the gel and carefully applied it to Ye Peitian’s wound. The blood-red wound occasionally flashed a thin black arc making Chu Qianxun’s fingers tingle.
In that deep wound, the dense black arc was faintly visible. Chu Qianxun could not imagine how painful it was.
The wound that tortured his chest endlessly became cold and Ye Peitian recovered.
The girl applied the potion on his wounds bit by bit. The hot wounds calmed as if it was covered with cool ice cubes.
This medicine could only treat the wounds on the surface of the skin, but couldn’t solve the internal problems, but in any case, he had been relieved a little bit from the endless suffering.
The woman’s fingertips had a thick callus because of holding the knife all the year round, and there was a tingling feeling when they touched his skin.
This tiny itchy touch penetrated through the skin and drilled into his body from the pores of the skin all the way into his heart, causing it to tingle a little.
This person was healing his wounds.
He had forgotten the meaning of the word healing.
Since the advent of the demons, he was found to have the resilience of the immortal, and everyone seemed to feel that if he was injured, he didn’t need treatment.
Even though his wounds were as painful, he couldn’t even escape from the intolerable pain through death.
When he dragged his injuries back to his family, his stepmother looked at his sore body and asked, “Xiao Ye’s injury is so heavy, do you want to bandage him?”
“Forget it, he won’t die. At this time, the medicine is too precious. We still have to reserve a little for Pei Yuan!” It was his father who said this.
He was found by people from the Shenai Group, and locked on the operating table. In spite of his pain, the devils stole everything from him cruelly.
Even in such a place full of medical medications, no one reached out to relieve his pain once.
Sometimes, he was blindfolded and he heard people talking.
“It’s too ugly. Should we sew the wound?”
“No need to waste it, he will not die anyway.”
Since he would not die, he was given no treatment.
No one thought of him as a living person, and did things that would even ease his pain for once.
He really didn’t die, and slowly got through the pain.
The woman in front of him carefully applied the potion to each wound, and leaned over from time to time to gently blow on the wound.
Ye Peitian didn’t look at her. He didn’t want to look at that woman’s face.
He didn’t want to see this rare gentle person tear off the mask again, and turn into a cruel look.
Chu Qianxun’s fingers were cracked by the arc, which was a trivial minor injury to her. She shook her injured hand, stood at the table, and turned the backpack with the other hand that was not injured.
Ye Peitian laid on the bed, and his eyes fell on her hand that hung down beside her.
Some ointment remained on her finger. It had several cuts and few drops of blood beads dropped from the fingertips.
Her hand flicked and a drop of blood fell on the pillowcase in front of Ye Peitian’s eyes, and soon penetrated into it, leaving a conspicuous blood spot on the yellowed cloth.
Ye Peitian’s eyes were stuck to the red, and he didn’t move.
“I’ll go out and find you a healer. Don’t talk or move around if someone comes.”
“This is the Black Street. Doctors generally only charge money, they wouldn’t care who you are.”
Chu Qianxun got a mask and put it on Ye Peitian’s face. Then gathered his slightly curly hair again, put a cotton hat on his head and pulled down the edge of the hat. She carefully covered him with a blanket.
In this era, there were people dressed up in all kinds of fancy clothes, and Ye Peitian looked nothing unusual.
“Okay, so they won’t recognize you,” Chu Qianxun looked at him from head to toe again.
“Stay here. I will be back soon.”
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Chu Qianxun suddenly wanted to see that clean and shy smile again.
Ye Peitian was taken out of the blood pit by her. There was too much mud and blood on his body, that a bucket of clean water soon became red.
Chu Qianxun put down the towel and took out a small ceramic jar from her backpack. This was a special potion she just bought from the potion shop on the road. It could alleviate the bleeding state caused by the bleeding artifact.
She opened the lid. It was filled with crystal clear semi-liquid gel and emitted a very special fragrance.
She got the gel and carefully applied it to Ye Peitian’s wound. The blood-red wound occasionally flashed a thin black arc making Chu Qianxun’s fingers tingle.
In that deep wound, the dense black arc was faintly visible. Chu Qianxun could not imagine how painful it was.
The wound that tortured his chest endlessly became cold and Ye Peitian recovered.
The girl applied the potion on his wounds bit by bit. The hot wounds calmed as if it was covered with cool ice cubes.
This medicine could only treat the wounds on the surface of the skin, but couldn’t solve the internal problems, but in any case, he had been relieved a little bit from the endless suffering.
The woman’s fingertips had a thick callus because of holding the knife all the year round, and there was a tingling feeling when they touched his skin.
This tiny itchy touch penetrated through the skin and drilled into his body from the pores of the skin all the way into his heart, causing it to tingle a little.
This person was healing his wounds.
He had forgotten the meaning of the word healing.
Since the advent of the demons, he was found to have the resilience of the immortal, and everyone seemed to feel that if he was injured, he didn’t need treatment.
Even though his wounds were as painful, he couldn’t even escape from the intolerable pain through death.
When he dragged his injuries back to his family, his stepmother looked at his sore body and asked, “Xiao Ye’s injury is so heavy, do you want to bandage him?”
“Forget it, he won’t die. At this time, the medicine is too precious. We still have to reserve a little for Pei Yuan!” It was his father who said this.
He was found by people from the Shenai Group, and locked on the operating table. In spite of his pain, the devils stole everything from him cruelly.
Even in such a place full of medical medications, no one reached out to relieve his pain once.
Sometimes, he was blindfolded and he heard people talking.
“It’s too ugly. Should we sew the wound?”
“No need to waste it, he will not die anyway.”
Since he would not die, he was given no treatment.
No one thought of him as a living person, and did things that would even ease his pain for once.
He really didn’t die, and slowly got through the pain.
The woman in front of him carefully applied the potion to each wound, and leaned over from time to time to gently blow on the wound.
Ye Peitian didn’t look at her. He didn’t want to look at that woman’s face.
He didn’t want to see this rare gentle person tear off the mask again, and turn into a cruel look.
Chu Qianxun’s fingers were cracked by the arc, which was a trivial minor injury to her. She shook her injured hand, stood at the table, and turned the backpack with the other hand that was not injured.
Ye Peitian laid on the bed, and his eyes fell on her hand that hung down beside her.
Some ointment remained on her finger. It had several cuts and few drops of blood beads dropped from the fingertips.
Her hand flicked and a drop of blood fell on the pillowcase in front of Ye Peitian’s eyes, and soon penetrated into it, leaving a conspicuous blood spot on the yellowed cloth.
Ye Peitian’s eyes were stuck to the red, and he didn’t move.
“I’ll go out and find you a healer. Don’t talk or move around if someone comes.”
“This is the Black Street. Doctors generally only charge money, they wouldn’t care who you are.”
Chu Qianxun got a mask and put it on Ye Peitian’s face. Then gathered his slightly curly hair again, put a cotton hat on his head and pulled down the edge of the hat. She carefully covered him with a blanket.
In this era, there were people dressed up in all kinds of fancy clothes, and Ye Peitian looked nothing unusual.
“Okay, so they won’t recognize you,” Chu Qianxun looked at him from head to toe again.
“Stay here. I will be back soon.”
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Chu Qianxun suddenly wanted to see that clean and shy smile again.Ye Peitian was taken out of the blood pit by her. There was too much mud and blood on his body, that a bucket of clean water soon became red.Chu Qianxun put down the towel and took out a small ceramic jar from her backpack. This was a special potion she just bought from the potion shop on the road. It could alleviate the bleeding state caused by the bleeding artifact.She opened the lid. It was filled with crystal clear semi-liquid gel and emitted a very special fragrance.She got the gel and carefully applied it to Ye Peitian's wound. The blood-red wound occasionally flashed a thin black arc making Chu Qianxun's fingers tingle.In that deep wound, the dense black arc was faintly visible. Chu Qianxun could not imagine how painful it was.The wound that tortured his chest endlessly became cold and Ye Peitian recovered.The girl applied the potion on his wounds bit by bit. The hot wounds calmed as if it was covered with cool ice cubes.This medicine could only treat the wounds on the surface of the skin, but couldn't solve the internal problems, but in any case, he had been relieved a little bit from the endless suffering.The woman's fingertips had a thick callus because of holding the knife all the year round, and there was a tingling feeling when they touched his skin.This tiny itchy touch penetrated through the skin and drilled into his body from the pores of the skin all the way into his heart, causing it to tingle a little.This person was healing his wounds.He had forgotten the meaning of the word healing.Since the advent of the demons, he was found to have the resilience of the immortal, and everyone seemed to feel that if he was injured, he didn't need treatment.Even though his wounds were as painful, he couldn't even escape from the intolerable pain through death.When he dragged his injuries back to his family, his stepmother looked at his sore body and asked, Xiao Ye's injury is so heavy, do you want to bandage him?Forget it, he won't die. At this time, the medicine is too precious. We still have to reserve a little for Pei Yuan! It was his father who said this.He was found by people from the Shenai Group, and locked on the operating table. In spite of his pain, the devils stole everything from him cruelly.Even in such a place full of medical medications, no one reached out to relieve his pain once.Sometimes, he was blindfolded and he heard people talking.It's too ugly. Should we sew the wound?No need to waste it, he will not die anyway.Since he would not die, he was given no treatment.No one thought of him as a living person, and did things that would even ease his pain for once.He really didn't die, and slowly got through the pain.The woman in front of him carefully applied the potion to each wound, and leaned over from time to time to gently blow on the wound.Ye Peitian didn't look at her. He didn't want to look at that woman's face.He didn't want to see this rare gentle person tear off the mask again, and turn into a cruel look.Chu Qianxun's fingers were cracked by the arc, which was a trivial minor injury to her. She shook her injured hand, stood at the table, and turned the backpack with the other hand that was not injured.Ye Peitian laid on the bed, and his eyes fell on her hand that hung down beside her.Some ointment remained on her finger. It had several cuts and few drops of blood beads dropped from the fingertips.Her hand flicked and a drop of blood fell on the pillowcase in front of Ye Peitian's eyes, and soon penetrated into it, leaving a conspicuous blood spot on the yellowed cloth.Ye Peitian's eyes were stuck to the red, and he didn't move.I'll go out and find you a healer. Don't talk or move around if someone comes.This is the Black Street. Doctors generally only charge money, they wouldn't care who you are.Chu Qianxun got a mask and put it on Ye Peitian's face. Then gathered his slightly curly hair again, put a cotton hat on his head and pulled down the edge of the hat. She carefully covered him with a blanket.In this era, there were people dressed up in all kinds of fancy clothes, and Ye Peitian looked nothing unusual.Okay, so they won't recognize you, Chu Qianxun looked at him from head to toe again.Stay here. I will be back soon.Thanks to everyone who's reading this on wordrain. This translation belongs to us. o Support us by comments, or buy Miaomiao11 a coffee ~1 ko-Fi = extra chapterjoin our discord https://discord.gg/jUAXQ3u
