My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Upon hearing the voice, Wen Nuan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She opened her eyes and saw that her eyes were empty and unfocused. She slowly walked to the table in the room, fumbled for the kettle, poured a large bowl of water, and then carried it towards the direction from which the hoarse male voice came.

The man seemed to sense something, unconsciously took the bowl of water, gulped it down, and drank the whole bowl of water before lying back down on the only bed in the entire room.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, revealing the man's true face. His eyes were tightly closed, and he was muttering something unconsciously. His brows were furrowed, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead. His facial features were strong, but upon closer inspection, his entire face was covered with crisscrossing scars, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying even in the sunlight.

At this moment, his furrowed brow revealed a somewhat fierce appearance, which made people feel intimidated.

Her warm, lifeless eyes seemed to sense something as she looked at his face. Her expression remained calm and unmoved, not only because she couldn't see him, but even if she could, she wouldn't have reacted strongly.

She has been in this world for more than half a month now, and the man lying on the bed is naturally the male protagonist of this world, the eleventh assassin of the Assassin's Guild.

Not long ago, the infamous assassins' guild, which only cared about money and not people, was destroyed. The guild leader and the assassins in the guild were wiped out by the righteous people of the martial arts world. However, a few escaped. Eleven was one of them.

He was chased to the edge of a cliff by a group of martial arts practitioners. He was an orphan who was adopted and trained by the Assassin's Guild to become a cold-blooded assassin. Although he grew up in the Assassin's Guild, he had witnessed a lot of bloodshed and killing. He didn't hate the place, but he also had no feelings for it. Now that the Assassin's Guild was destroyed, he was being hunted by the righteous faction of the martial arts world. Having fought and killed all his life, he could only instinctively use all his skills to fight back. In the end, he fought alone, exhausted, and was knocked off the cliff by a group of people. There was no more Eleven in the world.

He survived a near-death experience and spent a year healing his wounds at the bottom of the cliff. A year later, he returned to the martial arts world. Because his face was disfigured, he wore a silver mask and was always dressed in black, appearing both righteous and evil. Therefore, people in the martial arts world called him "Silver Mask and Black Clothes".

Later, during his rare period of freedom, he traveled the martial arts world and happened to meet Ye Ruyi, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts family, who is also the female protagonist of this world.

Ye Ruyi, disguised as a man, ran away from home, wanting to venture into the world alone. She was cheerful, magnanimous, and beautiful. After getting to know her, Shiyi found her extremely adorable. As they spent more time together, a special feeling gradually developed between them. His ruthless and cold-blooded killer heart slowly succumbed, but he hesitated because of his facial imperfection. However, after Ye Ruyi found a divine doctor who healed his facial injury, the two finally overcame all their differences and got together.

However, Eleven's identity as an assassin was eventually exposed. Ye Ruyi, who came from a righteous martial arts family, was naturally not allowed to marry him. Eleven was attacked by the righteous forces and, outnumbered, died by their swords. Ye Ruyi was then married off by her father to her cousin, the leader of the martial arts alliance, whom she had been betrothed to since childhood and who was deeply in love with her. Although Eleven's death saddened her, her life was relatively peaceful thanks to her cousin's devoted love. Eleven was just a man who occasionally made her heart flutter in her memory. It was a tragic ending.

The original owner played an undeniably important role in this heart-wrenching drama of the year; she was the divine doctor who brought the male and female leads together.

Wen Nuan grew up in the secluded Valley of Divine Healers, a place rarely visited by martial arts practitioners. She was gentle and serene. When she fell off the cliff at eleven, she missed him, thus missing out on a wonderful marriage.

Since Su Nuan arrived just before the plot unfolded, she timed her arrival perfectly to wait at the bottom of the cliff during Eleven's fall, and after much anticipation, she finally saw him arrive.

Just like in the original story, he was scratched on the face by intertwined branches during his fall off the cliff, his meridians were damaged, and he also had poison in his body that the Assassin Pavilion had given him to restrain a group of assassins. Wen Nuan took him back to the Divine Doctor Valley and treated him for more than half a month before his life was saved. I really don't know how he survived when he was alone at the bottom of the cliff.

The original owner wasn't blind; it's just that after testing the drug a while ago, the effects took hold, and her eyes felt uncomfortable. When she woke up the next day, she found that she couldn't see anything, which led to her current state. Now, it's only been seven days since the effects of the drug wore off.

Eleven felt a dryness in his throat, and then a cool liquid was fed into his mouth, quenching his thirst.

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth and excruciating pain in every part of his body, as if his bones had been shattered, rendering him unable to move. The pain was even worse than the injuries he had sustained in the Assassin's Guild. As his consciousness gradually returned, his eyelids grew heavy. He was momentarily disoriented, only able to smell a faint medicinal fragrance around him and a strange, pleasant scent emanating from the bedding beneath him. The combination of these two scents created a peculiar aroma that brought him a sense of peace.

"You're awake?" A woman's voice sounded beside him, her gentle tone instantly making him feel favorably towards her.

Eleven tentatively opened her eyes again, and her eyelids finally lifted. The first thing she saw was a beautiful young girl with red lips, white teeth, and a calm expression.

Her delicate eyebrows were beautiful even without makeup, her small and exquisite nose was pert and upturned, and her lips were red without lipstick, pressed into a smooth arc, gentle and calm, fresh and natural. He had never seen such a beautiful and refined girl.

"You are..." Eleven opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"My name is Wen Nuan." Wen Nuan turned her head and met his gaze.

Shiyi stared at her eyes for a while before noticing something amiss. Her beautiful eyes were completely lifeless and empty. He never expected that such a pretty woman would be blind. A sense of regret welled up in Shiyi's heart.

"I retrieved you from the bottom of the cliff. You were seriously injured and have been unconscious for seven days." Before he could ask any more questions, a warm and gentle voice answered his questions.

The woman's calm and gentle voice dispelled his doubts. He had been an assassin for many years and was always wary of strangers, but now, whether due to physical weakness or something else, he felt very at ease with the woman in front of him.

Suddenly, a pair of soft hands covered his wrists. He instinctively tried to dodge, but his body stiffened because he couldn't move.

Wen Nuan seemed to notice his stiffness, and lingered on his wrist for a moment before slowly moving her hand away: "Your injury is serious, and you will need three more days before you can get out of bed."

Shiyi was slightly taken aback, only then realizing that the woman in front of him was a doctor, and that her actions just now were simply to take his pulse.

A blush appeared on his scarred face, making it look even more terrifying, though neither of them could see it at the moment.

Nuan Nuan got up and slowly walked out of the room. Her movements were no different from those of an ordinary person. She was too familiar with every inch of this Divine Doctor Valley, so even if she couldn't see it, she knew exactly where it was.

Eleven was left alone in the room. Only then did he remember what had happened before he lost consciousness. Now that the Assassin's Guild had been destroyed and most of its assassins were gone, the sudden freedom made him feel somewhat uneasy. He had spent his entire life taking money to solve other people's problems, and now he didn't know where to go. Besides, his poison... he figured he probably wouldn't live much longer...

Footsteps sounded outside again, and Wen Nuan came in carrying a bowl of dark medicine.

She held the medicine in one hand, and with her other warm hand, she stroked his cheek, slowly reaching for his lips.

"Open your mouth."

As he opened his mouth, the bitter medicine was slowly poured into it, mingling with the bitterness in his mouth.

"Rest now." After finishing her medicine, Wen Nuan didn't leave. She sat on the small couch beside him. She had been watching over him day and night for the past seven days, observing his condition. She truly didn't know how Eleven had managed to get through it all alone. He really lived up to his role as the male lead; his resilience was incredible, his aura was astounding…

Eleven was puzzled as to why she was still in the room, but he was not good with words, so he didn't ask. Gradually, the medicine took effect, and he became sleepy. He couldn't resist it, so he fell asleep.

Wen Nuan felt the man's breathing on the bed gradually become more steady, and her heart was at ease. She was finally awake. Heaven knows how boring it was for her to guard such a motionless man who was no different from a piece of wood every day. She also didn't know how the original owner had stayed in this Valley of Divine Healers for seventeen years.

In his hazy state, Eleven felt a cool sensation on his body, and a pair of familiar, warm hands groping over him. His assassin instincts kicked in, and he snapped his eyes open: "What are you doing?"

"Apply the medicine." Wen Nuan glanced at him subconsciously with unfocused eyes and said calmly.

It was only then that Eleven realized he was completely naked. He could clearly feel the gentle movements on his chest, and his face instantly turned red.

"You...you..." The ruthless assassin Eleven stammered for the first time.

"I am a doctor, and I don't care too much about the separation of men and women. Besides, I can't see now, so you don't need to worry." The warm and gentle voice miraculously calmed his restless heart.

"..." Only then did Eleven remember that the woman in front of him had an eye disease. He completely ignored the word "now" and stopped talking. He closed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips tightly, and looked awkwardly resigned to his fate. Unfortunately, Wen Nuan couldn't see it at the moment.

He was completely immobilized and could only let the woman do as she pleased. His wounds felt numb and itchy, making him uncomfortable. The woman gently stroked each of his wounds, and Shiyi blushed deeply. In all his years in the profession, no one had ever gotten so close to him, let alone a woman.

Poor Wen Nuan was oblivious to all of this, as Eleven blushed. All she felt was how comfortable her eight-pack abs felt to the touch, so she lingered there for a while, pinching and squeezing them before finally stopping...

It was tough on Eleven, who was forced to finish the medication despite feeling strange all over his body.

It was already early morning, but now that the medicine has been applied, the sun is rising, and sunlight is slowly streaming into the room, creating a peaceful atmosphere.