Chapter 9: If I Survive, I’ll Definitely Take Responsibility

Chapter 9: If I Survive, I'll Definitely Take Responsibility

One could only imagine the fortitude of this man's character. Such injuries, if inflicted on anyone else, would not only prevent them from accompanying her to plunder the national treasury but might even render them unable to move at all.

Mo Jiuye's flesh had turned a dark purple, with several open wounds oozing fresh blood.

The extent of his injuries was extensive, with his buttocks and thighs barely having any unscathed areas.

It was evident that the executioner had spared no effort in meting out the punishment.

Feeling a chill on his body, Mo Jiuye instinctively reached for his pants.

Due to He Zhiran's profession, she now transformed into a conscientious physician.

Her voice was stern yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Don't move around randomly."

Hearing this, Mo Jiuye's hand, which had just grasped the waistband of his pants, froze in place.

Without allowing him to object, He Zhiran pushed his hand away.

"You didn't break any bones, but your injury is still severe. Don't underestimate superficial wounds – they can be fatal if not treated promptly."

Listening to her motherly lecturing, Mo Jiuye eventually resigned himself to withdrawing his hand.

Closing his eyes, he allowed He Zhiran to tend to his wound.

Her movements were deft. First, she poured alcohol onto a cotton ball and then used tweezers to gently clean Mo Jiuye's wound with it.

"It might sting a bit. Bear with it."

"Uh-huh." It did hurt, but for Mo Jiuye, it was nothing unbearable.

After disinfecting the wound, He Zhiran took out a packet of Yunnan Baiyao from her space. This medicine was most effective for his injury.

She lightly sprinkled the powder evenly over Mo Jiuye's wound, her fingers inadvertently brushing against his skin.

This sensation made Mo Jiuye's body tremble involuntarily, and at the same time, he keenly realized that his face felt as if it were burning.

He Zhiran was entirely focused on tending to Mo Jiuye's wound and was unaware of his discomfort. By now, she had already dressed the injury with a bandage.

Swiftly, she administered a tetanus shot to his arm.

Mo Jiuye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm, akin to being pricked by a needle, causing his body to instinctively flinch.

"Stay still," He Zhiran cautioned.

Mo Jiuye's body instantly froze until the pricking sensation vanished before he could finally relax.

After dealing with that, He Zhiran looked at Mo Jiuye's bloodstained undergarment.

"I'll get you a clean pair of pants. Where do you keep your clothes?"

Mo Jiuye was acutely aware of his blushing face and dared not turn his head in response to the question.

"All the cabinets on the left side contain my clothing."

He Zhiran casually picked up a white undergarment from the wardrobe and placed it on the bed, then proceeded to remove Mo Jiuye's pants that had already been pushed down to his knees.

Mo Jiuye promptly stopped her, "I'll do it myself."

He was already embarrassed enough; if he allowed this woman to help him change his pants, wouldn't he have to dig a hole to bury himself?

He Zhiran didn't give this matter much thought at all.

After all, in her previous life, she hadn't shied away from assisting patients with such tasks.

"You just had your wounds tended to, you shouldn't move around too much. If it starts bleeding again, my efforts would be in vain."

Mo Jiuye persisted, "It's improper for a man and woman to have physical contact. How can I let you help me change my pants?"

Upon hearing this, He Zhiran couldn't hold back a chuckle, and her words no longer considered Mo Jiuye's feelings.

"Your posterior is already exposed to me, what difference does it make if I help you change your pants?"

Mo Jiuye...

At this moment, his heart felt as if it was weighed down by a massive stone, nearly choking him with its weight.

This woman truly knew how to hit where it hurt.

But upon reflection, she had a point. His posterior had been exposed for quite some time now. If he continued to hesitate about changing his pants, it would seem overly pretentious.

"Cough... Well... If I survive, I'll definitely take responsibility for you."

To Mo Jiuye, such a situation was akin to having a physical intimacy with He Zhiran. As a man of integrity, he couldn't let a woman suffer any loss because of him.

Hearing his words, He Zhiran couldn't resist laughing again.

However, she tried her best to control her laughter so that the servants outside wouldn't hear.

"Hahaha... Don't take it so seriously, okay? Healing your wounds is simply a basic ethical obligation for a healer. There's no need to think too much about responsibility."

Frankly, He Zhiran hadn't given any thought to her future with Mo Jiuye.

Though she admired this hero, they had just met and had no emotional connection at all.

To He Zhiran, a soul from the modern world, her sole desire was for Mo Jiuye to survive his exile. As for the rest, she left it to fate. One could say that He Zhiran approached her relationship with Mo Jiuye rather rationally. She wouldn't blindly accept this marriage that wasn't meant for her simply because he was her idol and hero. Of course, if they developed feelings for each other through their interactions, she would be willing to give a relationship with Mo Jiuye a chance. When both felt that the other was their ideal partner, their union would be a natural progression. However, now was not the time to ponder such matters. The road ahead in exile was long, and she needed to focus on how to navigate it. With a smile fading, He Zhiran carefully helped Mo Jiuye change into pants. Once the legs were in place, Mo Jiuye insisted on doing the rest himself. "I can manage the rest." He Zhiran didn't insist. If he could carry her while leaping across rooftops, he should be able to pull up his pants with caution. Before Mo Jiuye could turn over, she stowed away the medical supplies into her spatial dimension.

She didn't forget to check the amount of alcohol remaining.

Upon inspection, He Zhiran's heart bloomed with joy. There were actually three bottles of alcohol left.

Even the Yunnan Baiyao she had just used, bandages, tetanus medicine, and disposable syringes had returned to their original quantities.

More surprisingly, an extra pair of tweezers, which she had used, had also appeared.

What did this signify?

It meant that the items originally in her space indeed possessed a regenerative function.

Of course, those items she had brought from the ancient times were excluded, as the things she had placed in the side room hadn't reappeared.

Nonetheless, He Zhiran was already content.

With this function, He Zhiran felt a newfound confidence.

Because her space wasn't just about medical supplies; it held much more than that.

She realized that this was not the time for joy. There was still much to be done, and time was of the essence.

With this in mind, He Zhiran took out the two indenture contracts once more and stepped outside.

Qiao Yu had been waiting at the door. Seeing her emerge, she promptly asked with respect, "Miss, is there anything that this servant can assist you with?"

"Qiao Yu, go to your quarters. I have something to discuss with you and Qiao Xin."

As He Zhiran finished speaking, she led the way toward the servants' quarters.

Qiao Yu, who had served as the lady's maid for many years, had never seen her mistress so serious before. She hurriedly followed, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She could tell by Miss's demeanor that it must be something of great importance.