Sept nuits de neige

Chapitre 20

His gaze shifted slightly to the scar on her shoulder, and he frowned.

The child still has poison in his body, but it's not the poison from the Tang Clan.

Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly reached into Nineteen's bosom and pulled out the enamel butterfly hairpin.

"Does she smell good..." Shen Yun sneered slightly. Amazing, amazing, truly a heart of crystal.

The incense itself is non-toxic and even has a calming effect. However, once the wearer is poisoned, its potency is a hundred times stronger, as if a catalyst has been added. Therefore, although the poisoned person may be cured, the effects of the incense remain, leaving them in a daze, constantly waking up and falling asleep.

After seven days of this ordeal, his martial arts skills were completely ruined, leaving him like a cripple.

He was certain that Shen Yuntan wouldn't keep him, so he told Shen Yuntan to go find him himself.

He came to invite him in person.

When Shijiu woke up again, she was already at the Quanfu Inn. The first person she saw was the clueless, good-for-nothing spittoon.

Upon seeing her awake, Shen Yuntan hurriedly poured her a cup of tea: "You scared me to death! You scared me to death! Nineteen, you scared me to death!"

Seeing his helpless expression, Tang Shijiu couldn't help but laugh out loud. The laughter aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain: "Useless trash, I won't die."

Shen Yuntan rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "When that man in white brought you back, you had a high fever and were talking nonsense. It was really scary!"

Nineteen touched her face: "Ah, do I have a high fever? What did I say? Where is that person? Did you get their name?"

Shen Yuntan looked regretful: "Ah, no. That person is like a god, he disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

Nineteen chuckled again, "Look at everyone, they all say he looks like a deity."

Shen Yuntan reached out to support her: "He said you've been poisoned and asked me to find you a doctor."

Tang Shijiu then remembered that the arrow on her shoulder seemed to be poisoned, and vaguely recalled that when she was unconscious, the person seemed to have sucked the poison out of her mouth. She couldn't help but blush.

Who exactly is that person... and why are they so kind to him?

He called her Weiqi; did he mistake her for someone else?

Shen Yun said, "Don't worry, we're almost at Zhenyang City. There's a famous medical clinic there called Jinxiu Medical Clinic. It'll definitely be able to cure your illness."

Nineteen smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I would end up teaching you to take care of me."

Yun Tan sat on the edge of the bed, took her hand, and ruffled her hair: "Nineteen, I will always take care of you."

His smile was gentle, making her heart flutter. She couldn't help but lean lightly on his shoulder: "Thank you, you good-for-nothing spittoon." If only he weren't a good-for-nothing, he wouldn't be any worse than Xu Ziqing!

She suddenly realized that she rarely thought about Xu Ziqing anymore.

At least, there are far fewer than when we first came down the mountain.

Chapter Thirteen: The Clinic

Zhenyang City is not large, at least not comparable to the capital.

Zhenyang City was a bustling place, a transportation hub connecting all directions. Nineteen had never seen such a lively place before. Leaning against Shen Yuntan's chest, she looked at the vendors selling sesame cakes, small jewelry, and candied hawthorns all over the streets, her face showing excitement. However, after a while, she couldn't help but close her eyes and fall asleep again.

Even though he was the bodyguard, he ended up being the one being taken care of, and Nineteen felt a little guilty. But every time he woke up and saw Shen Yuntan's gentle smiling face, he felt warm inside.

But every now and then, the image of that man in white from that night would pop into my mind.

Although he couldn't see what it looked like, Tang Shijiu was convinced that it must be a handsome guy! A really handsome guy!

Nineteen wasn't unfamiliar with handsome men; Shen Yuntan was quite handsome, and Tian Shu and Tian Xiu were also very good-looking. But for some reason, she just felt that the person from that night was definitely more handsome than any of them. Perhaps, it was simply because he had saved her at a crucial moment.

This is probably what the legendary hero saving the damsel in distress looks like.

Heroes are rarely ugly. Unfortunately, that man called her Wei Qi. A woman's intuition is sometimes exceptionally sensitive. No one told her, but Tang Shijiu just felt that the woman named Wei Qi was the white-clad man's sweetheart.

She tilted her head back, propping her sleepy eyes open again: "How far is Jinxiu Medical Clinic? Is it really that effective?"

“Not far. The doctor at Jinxiu Medical Clinic is an old friend of ours; he won’t refuse to help.” Nineteen smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this, failing to see the chilling glint in the refined scholar’s eyes, nor discerning the underlying meaning.

It's not that we wouldn't save them, it's that we dare not.

When Uncle Bai stopped at the entrance of Jinxiu Medical Clinic, Tianxiu had already been standing there smiling and waiting for some time. That day, he wore a royal blue silk robe, as loosely draped over his body, revealing his proudly slender collarbones. A colorful butterfly was embroidered from his shoulder to his sleeve, seemingly ready to take flight. His long, glossy black hair was not tied up, but casually draped over his shoulders. His skin was like jade, and his long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes always held a hint of spring, making the girls who passed by blush, yet unable to resist looking at him. The bolder prostitutes even sent their personal maids with silk handkerchiefs and sachets, subtly sending him flirtatious glances. Some young gentlemen felt it was a waste for him to be a doctor, openly and secretly flattering him, hoping to seduce him and make him their young master.

“I knew you would come.” Tianxiu pulled out a round fan from her wide sleeves, embroidered with white mandarin ducks, and reached out to touch Tang Shijiu’s sleeping face. “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to my beautiful Shijiu.”

Lu Shan's claw was slapped away, leaving a bright red mark on the back of his fair hand. Tianxiu feigned pitifulness: "Yun Tan, you were too ruthless. My bones are about to be crushed."

He was met with a cold glare, and Shen Yuntan's face was drawn long, even more frightening than Tian Shu's.

“You look like that reminds me of my brother who always had a blank face,” Tianxiu shook his head, as if he and Shen Yun were old friends, as if he wasn’t the one who poisoned him. “You look better when you smile.”

Shen Yun glanced at him, and without saying a word, picked up Shijiu and rushed into the inner hall, scaring away several girls who were pretending to be sick and seeing a doctor.

"You scared all my guests away," Tianxiu said with a bitter face, but dared not cause any more trouble, fearing that if she delayed any longer, Shen Yuntan would really kill her. "I was waiting for you here. I saw that Shijiu couldn't sleep well last night, so I deliberately gave her something to calm her down. I didn't mean to hurt her—how could I bear to?"

"Reluctant to part with it?" Shen Yun sneered. "How did Tang Chongli know my whereabouts? How did she know about the enamel butterfly hairpin on Nineteen?"

Tianxiu looked hurt as she glanced at Shijiu's hair bun: "She didn't wear it... So she didn't wear it... No wonder you're only arriving now, it must be that idiot Tang Chongli couldn't find it."

His statement was an admission of his premeditated plan to harm Nineteen.

"What exactly do you want?" Seeing him take out needles and medicine, treating him in a seemingly proper manner, Shen Yuntan was completely confused. "If you dare to play any tricks, I'll kill you right now."

Tianxiu frowned: "When I was in the clinic, I only saved people, not killed them. You know that."

He skillfully took out a silver needle and slowly pushed in his internal energy. Nineteen's face gradually turned rosy, and some white steam slowly rose from the top of his head. Seeing this, Shen Yuntan knew that these were symptoms of detoxification and breathed a sigh of relief.