Quick Wear: Crazy Female Supporting Role She is Bai Yueguang

In the previous small worlds, Shi Qing's medical skills had already reached perfection, and he had top-notch medicinal materials from the system mall, so saving a person did not take time.

In less than an incense stick of time, she had treated Chu Zhiyan's wound and reapplied medicine. Shi Qing breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the man's originally dark blue lips turn pale.

Fortunately, he was not dead. It was a stroke of luck. She would have to make good use of this knife in the future, so she naturally had to take his safety into consideration.

If it's of no use, why would she go through so much trouble?

Shi Qing brought Chu Zhiyan to a safe place. She took off her cloak and covered him with it. Just as she was about to leave, someone pulled her back and stopped her.

Chu Zhiyan opened his eyes and vaguely saw that it was a girl who saved him. He could only see her face and the ink-colored bracelet on her hand.

He wanted to say thank you, but he was too sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

[Host, why don't you take him back to the noodle shop? This is a good opportunity for him to show his appreciation. If we interact with each other, we'll become more familiar with each other, right?]

Shi Qing raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "He has awakened his memories of his past life, so he will be more alert. Speaking directly of saving his life, it seems that he is well prepared. It is better to take it slow."

Tuanzi thought what he said was very true, but he did not interfere in the matter.

Shi Qing closed his eyes and waited for Tuanzi to use teleportation. When he opened his eyes again, he was already back at the noodle shop.

As for Chu Zhiyan, he was lucky enough to be met by someone he knew from the same hometown and taken back to Qingshui County. Of course, when he woke up, it was two days later.

Chu Zhiyan's adoptive parents died early, and he lived in the most remote place in Qingshui County. Fortunately, he had a tiled house that could shelter him from wind and rain.

The money left by his adoptive parents could barely support his studies. In his spare time, Chu Zhiyan would go to the bookstore to copy down knowledge points, and then guess the questions based on the articles in the monthly exams.

His knowledge was extraordinary and he was praised by the Master. As long as he predicted the questions, he would basically make no mistakes, so the knowledge points copied and articles written by Chu Zhiyan would be snatched up by the first people.

Of course, in order to make the articles seem popular, Chu Zhiyan only copied ten copies every month, each costing two taels of silver, which seemed very expensive.

But countless classmates bought it, and sometimes they even fought over it. After all, the price of something really useful is not a big deal.

For this purpose, Chu Zhiyan also accumulated a small amount of money in preparation for going to Beijing to take the exam in the future.

If he had not been framed by Fang Xiaoyu in his previous life, his career would have been bright.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The book boy Hesheng walked up to Chu Zhiyan with the medicine in his hand and asked worriedly.

Chu Zhiyan's body had not recovered yet. The slightest movement made him grimace in pain, and his mind was a little confused.

Suddenly, he remembered that he was attacked by a pack of wolves and someone saved him. It was a girl in pink.

"I'm fine, how's that girl?"

Chu Zhiyan drank the bitter medicine in one gulp, his expression very calm, without even frowning.

He Sheng felt strange and scratched his head.

"There's no such thing as a girl. Did you have a nightmare? You were lying in the pavilion covered in wounds, and Aunt Zhou's nephew ran into you and rescued you."

Chu Zhiyan felt something was wrong. He remembered what the girl looked like. He concealed his emotions and for a moment he didn't know whether it was just a dream or the servant was confused.

Until he saw the clean pink cloak with patterns embroidered on it hanging out to dry in the courtyard, he knew it was definitely not his clothing.

"Could this dress also belong to Aunt Zhou?"

Hesheng laughed heartily. "It's a delicate pink. Aunt Zhou wouldn't wear something like that. You were wrapped in it when you came back. As for its origin, Hesheng doesn't know."

Chu Zhiyan didn't ask any further questions and asked Hesheng to leave the room. He closed his eyes and rested for a while. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

He walked to the desk and, based on his memory, used pen and paper to describe the beauty's appearance. Looking at the woman in the portrait, Chu Zhiyan seemed to be lost in thought.

After the ink dried, Chu Zhiyan asked the servant to come in and ask him to find the girl in the portrait.

Hesheng has always been well-behaved and didn't ask too many questions. He let Chu Zhiyan have a good rest while he went out to look for someone.