Chapter 1189: 577 Background (first update) Chapter 1189: 577 Background (first update) Gu Jiao withdrew the fire striker and slowly approached Huangfu Xian’s side.
Huangfu Xian now appeared to be sitting steadily here, but unbeknownst to him, he had just undergone a heart-stopping rescue. His severed limb was already injured, and after being soaked in river water, the wound had developed extensive necrosis.
Jingkong said that he had slept for two days because he only saw him after he was moved here. However, before that, in the dical Hall, the rescue efforts and waiting for him to get through the critical period had taken three days.
“Does it still hurt?” Gu Jiao asked, “Your wound.”
Huangfu Xian paused, wanting to say it didn’t hurt, but hesitated and then honestly replied, “A little.”
There was a slight choking sound in his nasal voice.
Gu Jiao pretended not to notice: “Let have a look.”
It was already getting dark, and there were no lights lit in the room, so there wasn’t much she could see.
Huangfu Xian did not refuse.
Gu Jiao lifted up his trouser leg.
Huangfu Xian was sowhat unaccustod to it but still tried his best to bear it.
After all, it was not visible.
He thought so.
But unexpectedly, Gu Jiao pulled out a small flashlight from the first aid kit’s pocket and pressed the switch with a click.
Huangfu Xian’s expression changed: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t light any lamps?”
Gu Jiao said, “This isn’t an oil lamp; it’s a flashlight. What I’m doing is called—turning on the flashlight.”
Huangfu Xian: “…”
Huangfu Xian thought to accuse her of cheating, then was distracted by the little glowing device.
“Which Night Light Pearl is this from?”
The only glowing things Huangfu Xian knew of besides fire were the Night Light Pearls, but not any as bright as this.
“Want to know?” asked Gu Jiao.
“No.” Huangfu Xian stubbornly turned his face away.
Gu Jiao curved her lips slightly, knelt down on one knee, one hand holding the flashlight, the other hand unwinding his bandages.
Suddenly, Huangfu Xian grasped her hand, held his breath, and said, “It’s ugly!”
Gu Jiao looked up, her gaze eting his eyes with the sa purity and cleanliness as Xiaojiu, devoid of any disdain.
Only hers had an added touch of convincing calmness compared to Xiaojiu’s childlike innocence.
Huangfu Xian’s lashes fluttered gently as he slowly let go of her hand.
Gu Jiao unwound the bandages layer by layer, revealing the wound she had stitched up.
“The healing is going well, no post-operative infection, but you still need to take your dicine on ti.” After speaking, Gu Jiao went to the east room to get the first aid kit and carefully changed his dressing. “Your pain isn’t severe, so I won’t give you any painkillers.”
“Mhm.” Huangfu Xian responded in a muffled voice.
After bandaging him up, Gu Jiao started cleaning up the dical supplies.
“How is Little Fat doing?”
Huangfu Xian suddenly spoke.
Gu Jiao replied, “You an Qin Chuyu? He’s returned to the palace. Lianlian is also there; the Empress has so questions for her, but she won’t trouble her.”
That night was dangerous; after she and Huangfu Xian fell into the water, she stabbed her dagger into a rock in the middle of the river.
Long Yi defeated those n in black in a few moves and leapt down to pull her and Huangfu Xian out of the water.
Afterward, they all returned to Capital City together.
Huangfu Xian turned his head, his gaze falling on her chin. Just now, she had been crouching down and he hadn’t seen, but now that she stood up, the stitched wound was exposed to Huangfu Xian’s sight.
Huangfu Xian was stunned: “Your chin…”
Gu Jiao casually said, “I scraped it a bit.”
The wound was on the inside of her chin, quite hidden. Huangfu Xian had sharp eyes; otherwise, it would not have been noticeable.
Huangfu Xian lowered his eyes, pinching the fabric of his trouser leg: “Did you hit it underwater?”
Gu Jiao casually confird with a sound: “Mhm.”
With the water churning so fiercely in the dead of night, it wasn’t clear at all. Gu Jiao only realized there was a rock there when her chin got scraped.
Huangfu Xian said, “For a person like , it’s not worth it.”
Gu Jiao didn’t speak, continuing with the task at hand.
The room was very quiet, but from next door and the front yard ca occasional sounds of the Human World. Xiaoba was gnawing on Gu Yan’s shoes again, Xiaojiu was with it, and the other seven chickens had obediently returned to their cages.
Next door, Old Zhao was scolding his son, Aunt Liu from the alley was chasing geese, and Old Mrs. Zhou’s ho was frying stinky mandarin fish again—the stench had even drifted over here.
Huangfu Xian looked again at Gu Jiao’s busy figure and for so reason, an odd emotion suddenly welled up inside him.
“When I was a child, she was very good to .”
When Gu Jiao had finished tidying up, Huangfu Xian spoke again, “She always took out to play, would make delicious food, and even when she went to provide relief to disaster victims, she would carry . The thing I rember doing most as a child was lying on her back as we handed out porridge and herded sheep together.”
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