You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 167: Have you been guarding for a long time? Sleep more

After being pointed out, Bai Wan belatedly realized what was happening and let out a hiss, looking like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Don't you feel any pain?"

Lin Fu untied his collar in confusion and frowned helplessly, wondering how careless this man was that he didn't notice anything.

"Little cut, this little blood is not enough for a cold dish, it's no problem!"

Bai Wan grumbled, saying that this was nothing compared to the injuries of others.

Anyway, it's absolutely impossible to make this guy scream in pain and cry in public with his personality.

However, just as he walked forward, he was suddenly grabbed by Lin Fu, who obediently tore open his collar, applied medicine, and wrapped him in white gauze.

The reaction was so slow and the delay was so long that he didn't even care that his clothes were stained with blood and flesh. It was jaw-dropping.

Chen Xing didn't find it strange. He shook his head and smiled bitterly in the next bed. He had been a younger brother for many years and he was just used to it.

In the stone chamber, it is impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Bai Wan continued to sit anxiously beside the bed, listening to his labored breathing.

The cloth strip around his neck was tied straight, and he would ask others from time to time how Ling Shumo's expression was.

Afterwards, he wrung out a white towel to cool him down and wipe the sweat. It didn't matter that he was blind, because his hands were not blind.

In the candlelight, people were busy pacing. The white towel in the basin was stirred into ripples, and even though everyone else had gone to sleep, they were still busy.

Finally, A Yan couldn't stand it anymore and said that they would take turns changing the towel. Only then did this man agree to sleep beside Ling Shumo's bed.

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After an unknown amount of time, Ling Shumo woke up from the pain in his shoulder.

He slowly opened his eyes, but saw stone walls everywhere, with some candlelight falling on his body.

He glanced at the medicine bowl on the table, and at the person whose face was covered in black and gray and who had fallen asleep exhausted, and could vaguely guess something.

Not only was the man's neck wounded by a white scarf, but he also had a small sketchbook and a brush at hand, as if he was always painting.

"Indigo... tastes bitter and sweet... blue... can dye bamboo leaves dark and light..."

Bai Wan opened his mouth in a daze, as if saying something.

Ling Shumo leaned slightly to the side, stared at his dark grey face, and asked softly in his ear: "What are you drawing?"

"Pulu..."

This person was talking fluently in his sleep, painting with his fingers, and doing strange things in his nightmares.

In this case, people are actually reciting the smells and colors of flowers and plants as pigments to distinguish blind paintings.

Such love for painting makes people laugh and feel deeply moved.

Ling Shumo looked at the man's sleeping face, as if they were learning painting together when they were young.

He stared blankly at Bai Wan who was still talking in his sleep, and gently held her broken right hand, using a little more force.

It is really hard to imagine that this person has started having nightmares due to days of physical and mental exhaustion and blindness.

"What a fool..."

Ling Shumo stood up slightly and stroked the black dust off the man's face. Only then did he notice that Ah Yan was walking towards him carrying a copper basin.

"My lord, you are finally awake."

A Yan happily put down the basin and walked forward.

Ling Shumo propped up his weak body a little, and A Yan went over to support him, leaning him against the wall.

"This seems to be a stone chamber?"

As soon as I heard what he wanted to ask, Ah Yan walked forward and whispered, "This is Doctor Lin's refuge. We are underground."

He told the story of the burning of the Lin Mansion, including how everyone was now having difficulty moving, and how a certain fool had been taking care of them day and night for a long time.

Hearing this, Ling Shumo remained silent and his expression became solemn, and it was obvious that he was worried.

"If this disaster happened just because we didn't heal that person, it would be too frivolous."

There was a chill in the air.

"A Yan, please thank Doctor Lin for me, and then go borrow some pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

As Ling Shumo spoke, he used a white towel to wipe away the black ash from the face of the person lying on the bed.

He just ignored the people around him, touching the skin of the other person's face with his fingertips and wiping it slowly.

"Yes."

A Yan responded but looked embarrassed, as if the adults were being too obvious.

Maybe the water in the white towel was too hot, or maybe Ling Shumo wiped it too carefully.

This action immediately woke up someone who was sleeping.

"Zi..." Bai Wan directly pushed away the white towel opposite and said hurriedly, "You are awake."

Ling Shumo pulled him and pressed him to the pillow, whispering: "Have you been guarding for a long time? Sleep a little longer."

Then, his eyes were deep, and he raised his right hand slightly to touch her with his fingertips, but stopped in mid-air.

The human neck is inherently fragile, and if it is seriously injured, it can be life-threatening.

As for the collar on the back of Bai Wan's neck that had been torn open, there seemed to be a mark of a brand in addition to the bandage from the arrow wound caused by the sleeve.

"What's going on here?" Ling Shumo turned his head to look and unconsciously opened the page to take a look.

As I got closer, I could see the mark on the corner more clearly. It looked like a wide leaf with dark red edges and some wrinkled, whitish raised outlines on the skin.

The burned skin seemed to be not just a small area, there were even other hidden marks of injuries.

Bai Wan instinctively pulled his clothes back and smiled awkwardly: "A long time ago, I... accidentally got burned by a pipe that fell from a restaurant... It's nothing to see."

Chen Xingyi, who was lying on the bed with a leg injury, said in surprise: "Boss, I remember you said that he was chased for stealing sesame cakes and burned by charcoal?"

"Who would remember such trivial things?" Bai Wan smiled reluctantly. "It's just a minor injury. The person is not dead!"

Ling Shumo knew he was talking nonsense and stared at him: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Of course I don't believe it.

Bai Wan stopped talking immediately, reached out to grope for the medicine on the table, and handed it over: "Zi Chen, do you want to take the medicine?"

Then, he took it back cautiously.

"It's cold, I'll go heat it up!"

It was clearly an attempt to interrupt the questioning.

Until now, this person has remained silent about everything that happened six years ago, always revealing things bit by bit and refusing to say more.

Ling Shumo looked at his lifeless eyes, looked at the cold bowl, and the red wound on his hand, feeling a little resistant.

"Did you cut and boil this?"

We can’t see it anymore, so anyone can guess how he managed to get through it.

"Yeah, I waited for half an hour." Bai Wan smiled complacently, "It takes a little bit of learning to know the dosage of medicine blindfolded. But I'm improving very quickly. Isn't that amazing?"

After becoming blind, one can only rely on the sense of smell and touch, so it is natural that there will be some minor accidents that may cause minor injuries.

By taking the opportunity to help boil and cut herbs, you can learn more methods of identification and use them for blind drawing.

"...Awesome." Ling Shumo was helpless with this man, and his voice was a little hoarse.

He felt something was blocking his heart, so he snatched the cold medicine bowl from the person opposite him and swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

"Just drink it cold, I'll go make some more!"

The person on the other side was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to be happy or not. After all, it was still troublesome to heat it up again.

Ling Shumo immediately grabbed his hand and hesitated for a moment: "Stop right there!"

"what?"

Bai Wan was surprised. It was rare to see this man being so tough.

"Oh... be careful, don't get hurt." Ling Shumo's tone finally softened.

In fact, he couldn't get angry at all, even though he felt a little annoyed that this person was still hiding something from him.

Just as Bai Wan was about to go out, he was stopped by Lin Fu who was coming towards him.

Although everyone in the room was injured, none of them were fatal. She walked straight up to them and took their pulses one by one.