Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

When the two returned to Yan Shu's wing, Li Changtian felt more and more embarrassed. He rubbed his head and said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I'll trouble you again. I'll lay the floor at night, so don't squeeze you."

Yan Shu didn't answer, and said lightly to Li Changtian, "Sit down."

"Oh, good." Li Changtian sat down obediently at the round table in the wing.

Yan Shu took out the plaster he just bought, sat opposite Li Changtian, and said, "Hand."

"Huh? It's been three days since the last application?" Li Changtian stretched out his hand and handed it to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu untied the cotton cloth on Li Changtian's hand, looked at the wound for a long time, held Li Changtian's wrist with one hand, and began to give him medicine.

"How long will it take to heal?" Li Changtian asked, "The wounds on his body are almost healed, how come the fingers heal so slowly."

"Your nails are completely turned up and cracked, and you have to wait for the old ones to fall off to heal gradually, so it will take some time." Yan Shu said.

"Is there a way to heal faster?" Li Changtian asked.

Yan Shu nodded: "Yes."

"Ah? I asked casually and it actually happened." Li Changtian was surprised, "Why didn't you tell me earlier."

Yan Shu glanced at Li Changtian: "Because it hurts."

"Huh? In what way?"

"Unplug."

Li Changtian sucked in a breath of cold air: "You pulled out the nails of the ten fingers? Pulled out by the roots?"

Yan Shu hummed.

Li Changtian showed a bitter look, he looked up at the beam of the house, his face was tangled, and his heart was at war. After a long time, Li Changtian heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Then pull it out, long pain is worse than short pain, heal soon, I Anyway, I can do something, at least not like I am now, I can’t hold chopsticks well, pull it out!”

Yan Shu: "…"

Yan Shu narrowed his eyes, picked up a clean cotton cloth, wrapped it around Li Changtian's fingertips, and said lightly, "Don't pull it out, it's not too late."

"Ah? But..." Li Changtian was about to insist.

Yan Shu quickly wrapped the bandages and interrupted him, "Rest now."

"Oh, I'll make a floor." Li Changtian got up and hugged the quilt on the bed.

"No, just sleep on the bed." Yan Shu packed the medicine jar.

"Can…"

"You sleep peacefully and won't be noisy." Yan Shu insisted.

Li Changtian smiled and said gratefully: "Thank you, I'll come, I'll make the bed."

He diligently ran to the side of the bed, spread out the two quilts, picked them up and shook them, and then put them on the bed. Li Changtian moved neatly, and after a while, he spread the quilts neatly without any wrinkles.

Li Changtian turned around and said triumphantly, "It's done! Go to sleep!"

Yan Shuzheng looked at Li Changtian without saying a word, and abruptly turned his face away when he saw him turn around and smile at himself.

"What's the matter? Do you have something to say to me?" Li Changtian asked.

Yan Shu turned around, nodded, and said lightly, "What did you do with the money? If you don't want to say it, you don't have to."

"Ah...it's not a big deal." Li Changtian said, and confessed everything to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu nodded while listening, then frowned slightly, and said, "Tomorrow, take me to the ruined temple."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Li Changtian looked at Yan Shu.

"Your money is only enough to buy a day's worth of medicine, so you can't cure that little girl." Yan Shu extinguished the candle on the table, "Rest."

"it is good."

In the morning, there was a broken temple, a bamboo forest in the sunshine, and a corner full of broken bricks. The young man built a fire, boiled the medicine, put it in a bowl, let it cool for a while, and carefully brought it into the broken temple.

The people in the ruined temple are packing their things, and they plan to continue south to find a place to stay.

The teenager picked up the girl in the corner and said softly, "Yaoyao, drink the medicine."

The girl braced herself, nodded, and took the medicine bowl from the boy's hand. She was about to drink it when suddenly a hand reached out, preventing her from drinking the medicine and taking the medicine bowl away.

Both the boy and the girl were taken aback and looked up.

There were two people standing in front of them, one was a handsome and cold-faced young man in white clothes, while the other young man saw the young man looking over and said with a smile: "Little brother, we meet again."

"Benevolence?" the boy shouted.

Yan Shu poured a little of the medicine in the medicine bowl onto his fingertips, then tapped it on his lips, and then sipped.