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Xie Wanxing and Xie Songlin spread out the bedding on the bed in the inner room, trying to make it as flat as possible so that the boy could sleep more comfortably. As she spread the bedding, she whispered, "Although these beddings are a bit old, they can keep you warm. I hope you can get better soon."

Xie Songlin couldn't hear clearly: "What are you mumbling about?"

Xie Wanxing didn't even raise his head, still concentrating on making the bed. However, he put on a serious expression on his face and replied calmly, "Tao Te Ching."

"You're going to accumulate merit, Doctor Xie." Xie Songlin was amused by her. "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

They spread out the bedding and took out a quilt to cover him tightly. Xie Wanxing thought for a moment and decided to prepare some food and drink for him in case he woke up hungry and thirsty. So, she took out some dry food and two pots of water from the space, which Cheng Hui had prepared and stored in the space before, in case of emergency. The pancakes were round and gave off a faint wheat aroma. They looked very solid and could satisfy hunger.

Xie Wanxing found another bottle of medicine powder she had ground earlier. She was always simple, direct and rough in her approach. She picked up a pen, pasted a piece of paper on the powdered medicine, and wrote six large characters in a flamboyant style: Soak in water and drink it to get well.

Xie Songlin, like Cheng Hui, was speechless at her naming method and said, "Hey, girl, can you not name me like that?"

Xie Wanxing glanced at him sideways: "My name is so good, how come you and my mother can't appreciate it? If I give him another name, how would he know how to use it? Don't use it as medicine for me later."

Afterwards, the father and daughter checked the house again, and after confirming that nothing was missing, they left the yard.

The young man woke up a few hours after they left. He moved his fingers slightly, only to feel weak all over, as if his body was not completely under his control. He opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. Everything in front of him seemed strange and dim to him.

After a long while, his consciousness gradually became clear, and he began to recall what had happened before. He only remembered that he had escaped from Suying Pavilion, but was discovered by the headmaster. Later, No. 38 rescued him and gave him a very strange pill. After escaping, he was chased by the people from Suying Pavilion all the way. After being seriously injured, he fled into a forest, and then... he had no memory of what happened afterwards.

After finally sitting up, he looked around and found himself in a somewhat dilapidated house. The plaster on the walls had peeled off, revealing the rough bricks and stones inside. The tiles on the roof were also broken in some places, exuding an old smell.

The wounds on his body had been carefully treated, and his clothes had been changed into a relatively clean set of cotton clothes. The quilt he covered himself with was patched but clean and comfortable. There were also some dry food, two pots of water, and a small porcelain bottle with words written on it beside the bed.

He frowned, his eyes fell on the bottles, and he was a little confused. He wondered who left these things, but it seemed that they were used to treat diseases.

He looked at the kettle in front of him, and his thirsty throat moved slightly. He was very sure that he must have gotten rid of the people from Suying Pavilion, so someone must have rescued him in the mountains and brought him here. This water was probably specially prepared for him by the person who rescued him, so the water should be fine.

He turned on the kettle and sniffed the water inside, then poured some into his palm to observe it, and then drank two sips with confidence. The cool water flowed down his throat, instantly moistening his thirsty throat, making him breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little more alive.

He picked up the big pancake, originally just thinking of taking a few bites to fill his stomach, but when he took the first bite, he was stunned by the unexpectedly wonderful taste. The crust of the pancake was baked golden and crispy. When he bit it lightly, it made a crisp "crunch" sound, and the crumbs scattered between his teeth, carrying a rich wheat aroma, while the core of the pancake was soft and dense, with a moist taste. He couldn't help but take another bite and chew it carefully.

While eating the cake, his eyes fell on the small porcelain bottle with words on it. He opened the bottle and saw some fine powder inside. He hesitated for a moment and then took two mouthfuls with water.

Someone rescued him after he was seriously injured and unconscious. Not only did they bring him to this relatively safe place, they also thoughtfully prepared dry food for him to fill his stomach and water to quench his thirst. Since people have done so much and spent so much effort to take care of him, they wouldn't be so bored and spend so much effort to save him, but then deliberately leave some medicine powder to kill him.

At first he sat on the bed and waited quietly to see if his body would have any reaction, but not long after, a wave of fatigue came over him like a tide. Perhaps it was because his body was too weak before, or perhaps the medicine powder took effect, stimulating his body's self-repair mechanism, making him feel even more tired.

He slowly lay back down, his movements somewhat weak and slow. He reached out and pulled the quilt covering him upwards, wrapping himself more tightly. His eyelids grew heavier, as if a heavy stone were slowly pressing down.

You know, after so many years of rigorous training, he always remains alert even when he is sleeping. His nerves are as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, and he will wake up instantly at the slightest disturbance.

However, for some reason, he felt inexplicably that he should be in a relatively safe environment. Perhaps it was because after waking up, he saw the signs that the house, although shabby, was decorated quite thoughtfully, or perhaps it was the kindness of the person who left the powder for him that made him feel that there was no danger here.

In short, this feeling unexpectedly made him let down his guard and sleep peacefully.

The fatigue brought on by the drug was like a surging tide, sweeping over him wave after wave, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and finally it completely gained the upper hand. His eyes slowly closed, and the eyes that originally showed a hint of vigilance were now shrouded in darkness.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep, and the whole house instantly returned to its previous silence. Only his even breathing echoed softly in this slightly dim space.

Xie Wanxing certainly didn't know that the medicinal powder she had carefully ground was actually suspected for a while. At this moment, she, Cheng Hui and Xie Songlin were hiding in the space and frying steak. Everyone was resting in Xifeng City today and would set off again tomorrow.