Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The townspeople never expected that Teacher Jin was not only a teacher, but also so skilled.

But the most important thing is not to celebrate, but to treat the wounded.

The clinic at the end of the town is no longer the small shack that could only treat minor ailments like headaches and fevers.

Under Jin Chen's guidance, Aunt Fang and several meticulous women expanded and renovated the facility, divided it into areas, collected many medical books left over from the old world, and exchanged some relatively reliable medicines with the supplies they obtained. It had already taken shape, and people from nearby small bases would sometimes come to see it for treatment.

Yan Genggu and Huo Zhaoye were placed in two adjacent cubicles to have their wounds treated.

Yan Genggu wasn't seriously injured; he mainly twisted his wrist when he was pushed and had some abrasions. Aunt Fang cleaned and treated his wounds, bandaged them, and told him to rest.

Lu Jun stayed by her side the whole time, busying himself with things like handing her water and towels, and even trying to help wrap the bandages, but Aunt Fang pushed him away, both amused and exasperated.

Yan Genggu let him busy himself, looking at the sweat on his forehead and the lingering fear in his eyes, then lowered his eyes to look at his own bandaged wrist, his voice gentle.

"If Lord Lu has something to attend to, you may return first. I am fine now."

This was practically a blatant order to leave. In the past, Lu Jun would have shamelessly found another excuse to stay, or used his business acumen to evade the issue.

Lu Jun was still holding the blood-stained wet cloth in his hand. He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Jin Chen's previous teaching.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out. After a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice, "That's fine. Anyway, your wound has been bandaged up, and you need to rest."

Lu Jun paused, looking at Yan Genggu's expressionless face, and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. "If you... don't want to see me, I'll come another day."

After saying that, he silently put down what he was holding, turned around, pulled open the curtain of the cubicle, and walked out. His back view revealed a hint of loneliness.

Yan Genggu: "...?"

He looked up in astonishment, staring at the swaying curtain, momentarily stunned.

Why is Lu Jun being so agreeable today? The way he sounded just now... kind of pitiful.

Yan Genggu pursed his lips, looked away, his mind a mess, and could only force himself not to think about it.

next door.

Huo Zhaoye's injuries were much more serious.

He had genuinely snatched Yan Genggu back from the people at Liuhuo Base. Because the other party had made the arrogant statement that they wanted to invite Jin Chen, he was enraged and fought fiercely, injuring himself badly. He had a long but not very deep cut on his chest that required careful stitching, medicine, and bandaging.

Jin Chen stood to the side, quietly watching the doctor treat the patient.

Watching the sharp needle pierce through the flesh and land on the hideous wound on Huo Zhaoye's chest, his eyes were dark and unfathomable, and his fingertips curled slightly at his side.

He thought, "That scarred man shouldn't have died so easily."

Even though he was injured and pale, the young lord's strength and vitality were still not to be underestimated.

His bare, thin upper body was wrapped in white bandages, and his clenched teeth revealed an aggressive sexiness and vulnerability.

After the doctor finished treating them and left with a few words of advice, only the two of them remained in the cubicle.

Huo Zhaoye leaned against the folded bedding, feeling somewhat exhausted from blood loss and pain, but his eyes remained fixed on Jin Chen.

Jin Chen reached out and gently cupped Huo Zhaoye's cheek in her palm, wiping the sweat from his forehead with her thumb. Then she leaned down slightly and gave Huo Zhaoye a tender kiss on his furrowed brow.

"How pitiful," Jin Chen said softly.

Huo Zhaoye hated being called pitiful, as it sounded like he was being mocked for his lack of strength.

But Jin Chen can.

Huo Zhaoye stretched out his uninjured arm, wrapped it around Jin Chen's waist, and pressed his face against him.

"What kind of agreement did you and that vice lord reach? Why is he so afraid of you? And why did he send you so many things?"

He couldn't understand how Jin Chen's convoy to Liu Huo Base, which only took a dozen minutes, could turn everything into a favorable situation for Bei Zhen and even bring them a large amount of supplies.

Jin Chen let him hold her, running her fingers through his hair, combing it gently. Hearing this, she raised an eyebrow slightly, looked down at the head in her arms, and twirled her fingertips around his stiff hair.

"It's a secret," he said slowly, his tone slightly teasing.

Huo Zhaoye: "?"

Huo Zhaoye frowned. "...You have a secret from me because of someone else?"

That's okay.

Jin Chen found it a little funny, yet also a little soft-hearted. She lightly touched Huo Zhaoye's nose with her fingertips, then slowly slid them down to caress his lips.

“You have quite a few secrets too,” Jin Chen’s fingertips lingered on his lips, feeling their warmth and softness, her tone leisurely, “How about… we switch?”

Huo Zhaoye: "..."

So at this moment, two people with many secrets are facing off against each other, but if you look closely, it's not really a confrontation, but rather a kind of flirting.

"Huo Zhaoye, open your mouth."

Jin Chen's fingertips made Huo Zhaoye's lips go numb, and he finally gave up resisting. As if bewitched, he slightly opened his mouth.

With a flick of his fingertips, Huo Zhaoye obediently released his teeth, letting the finger rest against his tongue.

Then he tasted a strange sweetness.

The taste was very mild, spreading along the tip of my tongue, and even the stinging sensation of the wound seemed to lessen a little.

Jin Chen looked into his surprised and bewildered eyes, gently stroked his hair with her other hand, and lowered her voice to an almost coaxing tenderness, "This is also a secret."

"The secret that makes our Lord Huo feel less pain."

Jin Chen looked at Huo Zhaoye's eyes, which were slightly narrowed in comfort, and smiled, "I... feel very sorry for him."

[A trace amount of mild pain relief medication has been used, deducting 500 points!]

Jin Chen lazily wrapped his arms around Huo Zhaoye, bargaining with this not-so-bright newbie system.

It's too expensive.

999 feels wronged: [This is the standard exchange rate...]

Jin Chen interrupted, "I can use a better, cheaper, faster healing and repair potion; you're the one who said it wouldn't work."

999: […]

It wanted to argue, but Lord Jinchen was right.

But it also has its difficulties! If the Supreme God's wounds suddenly heal quickly without leaving a trace, it will arouse suspicion among the native inhabitants of this small world and undermine the rationality of the world!

But Jin Chen had a well-known reputation in the Quick Transmigration Bureau, so it dared not refute him and could only weakly try to make changes.

"Then what about deducting 200 points?" 999 asked cautiously.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, then looked surprised.

wrong.

The fact that the price can be reduced by so much means that the system's listed price in the store can be changed by the system.

It seems I lost a lot of points because of zero points before.

Jin Chen: "..." Never mind, I won't talk about it.

He withdrew his finger from Huo Zhaoye's mouth, the tip still damp. Huo Zhaoye subconsciously licked his lips, looking at Jin Chen with a somewhat hazy, tired, and dependent gaze.

Jin Chen leaned down and kissed him on the forehead again, "Sleep for a while."

Huo Zhaoye looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something, but the soothing effect of the medicine made him unable to resist the invasion of sleepiness, and he just wanted to indulge in this warm harbor, even if only for a moment.