Scientific Travel

As expected of a standard male protagonist in a novel, he bled like a river, but after soaking in the water in the space for a while, he actually woke up the next day.

The man woke up in the afternoon. Deng Yingang had just woken up and was changing his charcoal.

Deng Yin was stirring the fire with charcoal tongs when she heard him get up, but she didn't even look up. "You're awake."

"Where am I?" He hissed, perhaps from the force of his movements that aggravated his wound.

Deng Yin put down the charcoal tongs in his hand and sat down on the chair next to the bed. "This is my home. I'm the one who saved you."

The man clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." At this moment, what's the difference between getting the male lead's gratitude and winning his heart? "I never do anything that doesn't benefit me. I saved you because the clothes you're wearing are quite valuable. You can stay at my house until you're fully recovered. Once you're healed, you'll have to give me a large sum of money."

Such a straightforward person is truly rare, the man's eyes lit up. "In any case, you did save me, and this thank you is well-deserved. I'll be troubling you for the next few days. Don't worry, once I've recovered, I'll definitely give you a large sum of money."

Seeing how cooperative he was, Deng Yin felt a bit better.

"What's your name?"

"Wei Wujiang. And you?"

"Deng Yin".

"Good name."

"Where's the best place?"

"..."

Wei Wujiang maintained a calm and collected demeanor on the surface, but her heart was pounding. 'Isn't complimenting someone's name a matter of social etiquette? Why is this person insisting on asking?'

But looking at Deng Yin's expectant expression, he didn't seem to be deliberately causing trouble.

In reality, Deng Yin didn't want to cause trouble; she was genuinely curious.

The prince must be proficient in both literature and martial arts. I've heard that people here give their names with great meaning. Since he says her name is a good name, it must have a good meaning.

I blinked for ages, my eyes were almost sore, but I still didn't hear the other person say anything.

Hmm, she's not a likable person. Deng Yin thought to himself.

Since the other party was so indifferent, Deng Yin had no inclination to fawn over a cold shoulder, so he turned and left.

Deng Yin wasn't really angry. She'd met plenty of quiet people; if she were truly angry, she would have gotten breast cancer long ago.

Considering that Wei Wujiang was ill, Deng Yin specially prepared vegetable porridge.

The rice used was refined rice. Although the other party was not a good person, Deng Yin only bought refined rice.

The porridge only becomes thick after it's been simmering for a long time. This pot of porridge simmered for a full hour, and the vegetables and sweet potatoes in the pot were so soft that they would fall apart with a gentle touch of chopsticks. It also contained Deng Yin's secret fish oil, making it very flavorful.

It turned out that Wei Wujiang had not eaten for two whole days, but the smell of porridge made her very hungry.

He was a discerning person; having grown up in luxury, he could tell at a glance that the porridge had been simmering for a long time.

"Eat up," Deng Yin said, handing him the porridge.

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to eat with them, Wei Wujiang asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Deng Yin smiled and said, "I'll just eat whatever I want."

"..."

Wei Wujiang didn't pick up her chopsticks until Deng Yin left the room.

The sweet potato pieces were slightly sweet, and the porridge tasted very fresh, though I don't know what was added to it. Although the green vegetables were shredded beyond recognition, they still tasted fresh, and the rice was also refined.

In the past, such a meal would have been affordable for ordinary families, but now that plants have mutated and grain production has decreased significantly, even he hasn't eaten vegetables in a long time.

He was hunting before he lost consciousness when a sudden gust of wind blew him away. In his dazed state, he saw himself on a tree, and when he opened his eyes again, this was where he was.

Looking down from that tree, it was at least five meters high, and there were trees all around it.

There aren't many places with so many five-meter-tall trees; Baibulin, 19 miles away from the military camp, is one of them.

The other forests that fit the criteria are all in other countries. Judging from the girl's accent and clothing, she doesn't seem to be from abroad, so it can only be Baibulin.

Baibulin is not a place that ordinary people can enter, let alone bring someone out of it.

While drinking her porridge, Wei Wujiang pondered Deng Yin's identity.

They have money, but live in a remote area.

They must have the strength; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to rescue people from Baibu Forest.

What exactly is the purpose of such a person?

Whatever it is, it shouldn't hurt him, otherwise he would have died long ago if we left him unattended.

What's more, I spent so much time cooking porridge for him.

Deng Yin, whose motives were suspected, was eating her dinner. Today's dinner consisted of stir-fried spicy chicken, spicy stir-fried chicken, fried spicy chicken legs, mutton soup, round flatbread, and small soup dumplings.

Wei Wujiang was a little mistaken. Deng Yinhua didn't cook the porridge for him for so long. It was simply because she didn't pay attention to the time when making the soup dumplings, and most of the porridge turned into rice.

They had no choice but to empty the pot of rice and fill it with water. There wasn't enough porridge for one bowl, so Deng Yin cut up the sweet potatoes left over from feeding the pigs, washed two vegetable leaves, and threw them in to cook.

To be precise, this pot of porridge took at least an hour and a half to cook.

Lost in thought, Wei Wujiang unknowingly finished the entire bowl of porridge. Looking at the empty bowl in her hand, she couldn't help but think, 'It seems she has big ambitions; she's even refining her culinary skills for this.'

Just as Wei Wujiang was in a state of 'I've seen through you,' Deng entered.

Deng Yin stood by the bed and said, "Lie down on your side."

Wei Wujiang didn't know what she was going to do, but she did as she was told.

Watching Deng Yin while lying down feels strange; it's much better than watching it while sitting up.

Deng Yin ripped open Wei Wujiang's clothes. Clothing in ancient times was such a hassle. Fortunately, Deng Yin had already taken off his outer garment when he applied the medicine, so taking off his inner garment was relatively easy.

The powder on the wound was made of wheat flour. Ordinary wheat flour has no effect on healing wounds. The wheat flour that Deng Yinsa used was made by mixing wheat flour with river water. After the flour dried, it was ground into flour.

This way, it has both a therapeutic effect and won't be recognized because of its dough shape.

Actually, this therapy can be done with any medium. As for why flour is used, it's simply because when Gao Ruizhe was taken to the clinic last time, the medicine the doctor applied to him looked just like flour.

Speaking of Gao Ruizhe, I wonder how he is doing now. It's been almost a month, his wound should be healed by now.

If Deng Yin knew that Wei Wujiang suspected him, he would definitely say, "What goes around comes around."

Gao Ruizhe saved Deng Yin, who suspected him of having ulterior motives. Now, Deng Yin has saved Wei Wujiang, and Wei Wujiang also suspects her of having ulterior motives.

Although they really did have ulterior motives.

"Your wound has stopped bleeding. You should move around more often; it will help your wound heal."

"it is good."

"Since you've agreed, you can wash the dishes tonight. I've already put them in the wooden tub."

"......good"