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Liu Qingxi lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked, "What's wrong?" Looking around, she didn't notice anything unusual.
The coachman shook his head and said, "Sister, I just smelled a strong scent of blood; it should be coming from this forest."
Liu Qingxi closed her eyes to sense the air, and indeed, a faint smell of blood lingered at her nose.
"Uncle, you go check it out first; we'll be there shortly."
The coachman cautiously followed the direction of the blood scent until he saw something.
In a slightly deeper part of the forest, a young man dressed in black lay with his eyes closed. He had multiple sword wounds on his body, one of which nearly pierced his heart.
Blood stained the ground around him; it turned out that was where the smell was coming from.
Aside from the blood on his face, the young man's forehead was smooth, his nose was high and straight, his eyelashes long, and his lips thin. He had a strong build, and beside him lay a bloodied sword that looked quite valuable.
"Ah!!!" The coachman suddenly shouted, "This... this can't be a dead person, right?"
He slowly calmed himself down and leaned in closer.
Suddenly, a sharper scream pierced the air, startling the coachman so much that he jumped back, retracting his trembling hand as he prepared to flee without regard for the young man's life.
The source of the scream was none other than the maid, Chunyu, who had come out.
She trembled with quivering lips and shaking legs, clutching Liu Qingxi's sleeve from behind and refusing to step forward. "Sister, there's a dead person here."
She huddled tightly behind Liu Qingxi.
Xia He remained relatively calm compared to Chunyu; she didn't panic but still felt tense.
Liu Qingxi was the boldest among them. After all, they were in a remote area with just one person there. "It's okay; don't be nervous," she reassured them.
"Uncle, can you help me check if he still has a breath?"
Seeing someone approach, the coachman gathered his courage and quietly stepped forward, extending his index and middle fingers to the boy's nose.
A faint warmth brushed against his fingers, and the Coachman Uncle nervously said, "Sister, he's not dead."
Liu Qingxi frowned. This person lay in the wilderness with multiple severe injuries. His skin was pale, his face was strikingly handsome, and his hands were thickly calloused, indicating years of martial arts training.
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Let's lift him onto the carriage and take him back," Liu Qingxi said, unable to bear watching a living person perish like this.
The Coachman Uncle looked anxious. "Sister, this might not be good for your reputation."
"What does that matter at this point? We need to get him up quickly."
Though she said that, it was still quite troublesome for just a few people to move him.
While the Coachman Uncle and Summer Lotus were lifting the injured man, Liu Qingxi cautiously approached to clean the bloodstains on the leaves, erasing any traces.
This person clearly had an extraordinary identity; he couldn't be left to die.
With an injured person on board, the carriage couldn't move too quickly. They had hoped to return home by evening, but with a patient added to their journey, they didn't arrive until deep into the night.
In Liu Qingxi's courtyard, there was originally only one Main House. Taking advantage of this opportunity, two additional side rooms had been built, which were now being used as temporary accommodations for friends.
"Uncle, you should go back and rest. Thank you for your hard work; we owe you a lot on this journey," Liu Qingxi expressed her gratitude.
To her surprise, the coachman stammered and waved his hands. "No, I'm not leaving. Don't forget there's still a living person here. Besides, you girls are not in a position to handle this; I'll stay."
What a joke! He was chosen by the master for this very reason—not only to drive the carriage but also to ensure Liu Qingxi's safety.
How could this girl, who is favored by the master, allow an unknown man to take advantage of her?
When the master returns, won't he just devour him alive? Just thinking about it makes one feel pained.
"Sister, please let me stay. I can keep an eye on him more conveniently. By the way, I know a bit about medicine; I can help treat him later."
With that, the Coachman Uncle naturally wouldn't oppose Liu Qingxi.
Moreover, it's the middle of the night; where would they find a doctor? Even if they found one, would he be willing to come? These are all issues.
Fortunately, the Coachman Uncle had this skill: "Sister, don't worry. I've encountered similar situations before. This young man is not in life-threatening danger. I'll help bandage him up shortly."
It's laughable; during training, he had endured multiple injuries. Although the boy's body was covered in scars, the most critical injury was the one on his chest.
Fortunately, it hadn't damaged any vital organs; he had merely fainted from excessive blood loss. As for the other injuries, the Coachman Uncle couldn't tell what else might be wrong just by looking.
However, it shouldn't be fatal; otherwise, he wouldn't have been injured out in the wild and still be alive.
Liu Qingxi nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Uncle. I'll go boil some hot water and find some gauze."
Afterward, she and Summer Lotus along with a few others quickly divided their tasks—some boiled water, some prepared cloth strips, and others took scissors.
An hour later, the Coachman Uncle finally finished treating the Black-Clad Youth's wounds: "For tonight, let's leave it at this. Tomorrow morning, I'll go invite a doctor to take a look."
Liu Qingxi naturally agreed and rubbed her sore back from sitting in the carriage before returning to her room to rest.
In the deep of night, for some reason, she suddenly felt restless and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
The crescent moon outside cast dappled light on the branches; shadows danced as the light fell perfectly on the tip of the nose of the person with closed eyes.
Thinking about the impulsive decision to bring someone back today, I suddenly felt it was inappropriate to have a young man openly in my home. Who knows how many rumors might spread?
Well, it’s done now. Since I’ve saved him, I won’t dwell on it too much.
Drowsily, Liu Qingxi finally fell into a deep sleep.
The person she rescued remained unconscious until the next morning. After being cleaned up, the young man looked even more handsome, with sharp features and a prominent nose—a rare beauty.
“Sir, please hurry and call a doctor to check on him. He can’t stay like this forever!”
“Alright, miss, just wait here; I’ll go fetch one right away.”
Just as the carriage driver turned to leave, Hakama Leg was suddenly grabbed.
The sleeping young man still had his eyes tightly shut but exerted great strength with his hands, mumbling, “Don’t call a doctor!”
Just those simple five words made Liu Qingxi think he was crazy. In this situation, he didn’t want a doctor?
She intended to ask a couple more questions, but he clamped his mouth shut and refused to continue. Just as the driver was about to leave, he suddenly increased his grip and desperately tried to stop him.
“Sigh, I really brought back an ancestor,” Liu Qingxi lamented, feeling overwhelmed by her own meddling.
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