"Wuuu."
The woman, who felt pain from the herbal remedy, couldn't help but wrinkle her delicate brows, but soon got used to it.
Ye Xiaofan couldn't help but marvel, this beauty, even her frown was so enchanting. If she were really a ghost, that would be a pity.
After applying the herbs to both the front and back, Ye Xiaofan had no choice but to remove his school uniform and the T-shirt inside, then forcefully tear the T-shirt apart to wrap and fix the injured area.
After doing all this, Ye Xiaofan hesitated as he looked at the woman, inwardly cursing himself: Regret not taking a few more glances earlier, really.
After simply treating the wound, Ye Xiaofan put the camera into his backpack, hung the backpack on his chest, put his school uniform on the woman, and carried her down the mountain.
Though only eighteen, Ye Xiaofan, who grew up in the countryside, had solid muscles. Carrying the woman, he didn't sway much as he walked.
Struggling a bit to carry the woman onto the bicycle, Ye Xiaofan, unwilling to delay long, exhaled a few deep breaths and then immediately cycled toward the city.
Although Ye Xiaofan was shirtless, in the middle of the night on a remote road it made little difference. Even upon returning to the city, it was unlikely anyone would notice.
"Where are you taking me?"
The woman behind him murmured.
Her voice was pleasant, and hearing it by his ear felt particularly soothing.
"You're awake. Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. You're injured, and I'm taking you to the hospital now," Ye Xiaofan pretended to answer calmly, though he was really struggling since carrying someone while riding a bicycle, after carrying her down from halfway up the mountain, was a tough task.
"No, I can't go to the hospital. Put me down..." The woman struggled as soon as she heard the word "hospital."
"Hey, don't move, your injuries are severe, you must go to the hospital, you..." Ye Xiaofan hurriedly stopped the bike.
"Ah..." Seemingly touching the wound, the woman moaned in pain and then said softly, "I can't go to the hospital, even if I die..."
Before she could finish, the woman passed out again.
This really put Ye Xiaofan in a difficult position. This woman was so strange. Why wouldn't she go to the hospital even if she died? But if not the hospital, where else? Home? No way, too far. Carrying her home would exhaust him.
At this moment, the woman's breathing gradually stabilized. As long as the wound didn't get infected, it shouldn't be life-threatening. Maybe find a place to settle for now!?
Thinking this, Ye Xiaofan cycled forward again and stopped at a motel a hundred meters ahead.
"Cough, cough, I'd like a room."
"Hello, please show your ID card." The attendant looked at Ye Xiaofan carrying an unconscious woman but didn't ask much, as if such situations weren't too unusual.
"I didn't bring my ID," Ye Xiaofan said helplessly.
"I see, a standard room is ninety-eight per night. Here is the key, pay a two hundred deposit first, which will be returned when you check out daily." The attendant didn't insist on seeing Ye Xiaofan's ID.
Two hundred bucks? Seriously. Ye Xiaofan reluctantly took out two large bills and handed them over, feeling the pinch.
"Here's the key, and it has a number tag. We wish you a pleasant stay at our hotel."
With the key, Ye Xiaofan carried the woman upstairs.
The room was quite clean, with no strange odor. But there was only one bed.
He gently laid the woman down flat on the bed and covered her with a blanket, then put his school uniform back on and ran downstairs.
To prevent infection, regular herbs might not protect thoroughly. According to the method his grandfather taught him, the subsequent treatment was also crucial.
Fortunately, some convenience stores were open 24/7, selling alcohol, cotton, bandages, and the like.
However, while paying, Ye Xiaofan noticed the condoms displayed next to the counter and was momentarily stunned. Should he buy a box too? In case it might accidentally be useful, then...
Cough, cough, what nonsense. Though I'm not a saint, I won't take advantage of others' predicaments. Thus, after paying, Ye Xiaofan reluctantly left the convenience store.
Returning to the motel, he took out the key to open the room, stunned to see the dark room. Strange, when he left, the room was lit.
Just as he was about to turn on the light, a cold gleam flashed across, and in the instant the light came on, a cold dagger was pressed tightly against his throat.
What the... what's happening?
"Spare me, heroine..."
"Who are you? Where is this?" The woman's face was somewhat pale, with a slight cold sweat on her forehead.
"I'm Ye Xiaofan, eighteen this year, a senior in high school, with a height of 1.76 meters, weighing fifty-eight kilograms, and I like pretty girls. I enjoy playing ball games in my spare time..."
"Shut up, where is this?" the woman asked coldly.
"Th-this is a motel. You were injured. I intended to take you to the hospital, but you refused to go even if you died, so I..." Ye Xiaofan said uneasily.
Meanwhile, he had a multitude of doubts about the woman. Who exactly was she? Clearly heavily injured, seemingly weak, yet why was her gaze so terrifying? Where did she get the dagger? Moreover, Ye Xiaofan had a very clear feeling that if he said one wrong word, the dagger would mercilessly slice his carotid artery, silencing him immediately.
However, after hearing Ye Xiaofan's words, the dagger finally eased a bit.
"You saved me." The woman withdrew the dagger and asked.
"Sort of, but you're seriously injured. Look, the wound is bleeding again. Here's alcohol, cotton, and bandages. Take care of it yourself. If there's nothing else, I won't disturb you. Rest assured, you're safe now. No one knows you're here." Whatever the woman's identity, her previous actions had told Ye Xiaofan she was no ordinary person, and these gunshot wounds were no accident.
Staying out of trouble, as long as he left here, nothing would concern him.
"Hey, wait..." The woman suddenly called out to him as he was about to leave.
"Is there something else?" Ye Xiaofan turned back with a wry smile.
"Help me. My right hand can't move at the moment. Please clean the wound for me."