My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Eleven was not good with words and was a blockhead, so Wen Nuan had to take the initiative to start the conversation.

"Who are you? Why are you at the bottom of the cliff?" Wen Nuan asked.

"..." Eleven was stunned for a moment, "I... am an assassin from the Assassin's Guild."

Wen Nuan listened quietly. When he said he was an assassin, his voice was weak but still carried the coldness of an assassin.

"Hmm, and then?" Wen Nuan casually accepted the answer.

"The Assassin's Guild was destroyed, I was chased and fell off a cliff." Eleven succinctly recounted this momentous event that would affect his entire life.

"..." After only a couple of sentences, Wen Nuan felt that the conversation was about to end.

"No wonder you still have a potent drug in your body. It must be the assassin's gang you mentioned that used to control you, right?" Wen Nuan asked again.

"Yes." Eleven nodded.

The room fell silent again, and the two had nothing more to say to each other.

That blockhead!

When evening came, Eleven realized that Wen Nuan had been sleeping in the room with him all along. Although he was a member of the martial arts world, he still knew the proper boundaries between men and women. He stammered out the question, but Wen Nuan dismissed it with a casual "to observe the patient's condition."

My two decades of being single were finally shattered during these three days of lucidity.

After enduring those three difficult days, he discovered on the morning of the fourth day that he could finally move again.

He slowly propped himself up. Due to prolonged inactivity and internal and external injuries, every movement was excruciatingly painful. However, Eleven was already used to it; his years as an assassin had taught him that pain was bearable.

He finally sat up, his starry eyes surveying his surroundings.

It was just a simple room with a wooden table and chairs, a small bookcase filled with many old-looking books, and another cabinet, presumably a wardrobe. A simple dressing table with a mirror caught Eleven's attention. He blushed slightly, wondering if this was the room of that warm-hearted girl. Was he sleeping in her bed right now? No wonder the bed had such a pleasant fragrance…

As Shiyi thought about it, her face grew redder and redder, and her heart pounded uncontrollably. If Wen Nuan could see this, she would be shocked to see this cold-blooded killer showing such a shy and bashful expression.

"You're up?" Wen Nuan opened the door, walked in, and asked with a smile.

Eleven was taken aback and looked at the person who had just arrived. His face turned even redder because of his earlier thoughts.

"Yeah." He responded.

Warmth walked in against the light, and at this moment, Eleven couldn't help but take a closer look at the woman in front of her. She was dressed in a flowing white dress, and half of her hair was simply fixed with a wooden hairpin. Her long hair reached her waist and was jet black and smooth, forming a striking contrast with her white dress, but it was also very harmonious.

She smiled gently, her calm demeanor and gentle temperament were natural, which made people feel good about her. Her skin was as white as jade. Although she was beautiful, she was not so breathtaking as to be beautiful the more you looked at her.

It's just a pity about those beautiful eyes... Eleven couldn't help but sigh again.

"Your pulse is beating very fast." Wen Nuan approached him while he was in a daze and habitually took his pulse.

Eleven was startled because the woman's approach and the medicinal fragrance and natural scent on her body were exactly the same as the scent that had been lingering around him for the past few days. He became nervous and even his breathing became cautious.

“It’s even faster.” Wen Nuan turned and asked, “Are you nervous?”

The question seemed like both a statement and a question. Eleven didn't know how to answer, so he simply murmured "Mmm."

Wen Nuan smiled and gently reassured him, "You don't need to be nervous. I am a doctor; I only save people and never harm them."

"Here, change into these. Your clothes were torn by tree branches. Put these on instead." Wen Nuan handed him a set of black clothes.

Eleven took it. The color of the clothes suited him perfectly. Black always allowed him to hide his figure perfectly like a ghost in the dark, which was the disguise of an assassin.

Wen Nuan got up and walked out of the house, leaving behind the words, "I'll wait for you outside."

After changing his clothes, which fit perfectly, it seemed that Wen Nuan had already measured him. He blushed again when he recalled how she had applied medicine to him these past few days.

After changing his clothes, he walked out of the house, and Wen Nuan stood with her back to him in a medicinal herb field.

Her profile was like a painting, her eyes slightly closed, her eyelashes curving into a beautiful arc. She enjoyed the cool touch of the hand, her dark hair moving slightly and fluttering in the wind, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly appearance.

Warmth didn't last long, but this look lasted for a long time. She went to great lengths to give Eleven a stunning effect.

Hearing his breathing gradually subside, Wen Nuan opened her eyes and turned to face him: "All done?"

Shiyi nodded habitually, then suddenly remembered that the woman in front of him couldn't see anything, so he quickly replied, "Mm."

Warm smile.

Only then did Shiyi discover that the courtyard outside the house was surrounded by large fields of medicinal herbs, with a rich aroma of herbs wafting through the air. Many herbs or unknown medicinal materials were drying in the courtyard.

White clouds dot the horizon, stretching as far as the eye can see.

"Where is this?" Eleven finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

"This is the Valley of Divine Healers." Wen Nuan walked towards him following the voice.

"The Valley of Divine Healers?!" The man's voice rang out in astonishment.

"The legendary place in the martial arts world where a divine doctor can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded?" Eleven couldn't help but feel strange, never expecting that he would have such a wonderful encounter after falling off the cliff.

"Hmm, it seems so..." Wen Nuan said with a smile, "But that miraculous doctor who brought the dead back to life wasn't me, but my father. He died of illness ten years ago. A doctor can't heal himself, so what good is his medical skill if he can't even heal himself..."

The woman's somewhat dejected voice reached Eleven's ears, stirring a ripple in his calm and unperturbed heart.

He moved his lips, unsure of what to do, when the woman suddenly spoke: "Let's go. You still have potent toxins in your body. I only suppressed them temporarily before. Now that you're awake, I'll help you remove the toxins."

Seeing that her expression was normal, Shiyi followed her.

"Take...take off all your clothes?!" Eleven stammered, taking a step back almost imperceptibly.

"Well, how can the medicine penetrate your skin and be absorbed from the outside in if you don't take it off, and then expel the toxins from your body?" Wen Nuan explained without changing her expression, adding various medicinal herbs into a large bathtub.

Eleven swallowed hard, looking awkwardly at Wen Nuan: "Girl, aren't you going to leave?"

Warmly smiled and shook her head; how could she avoid it?

"..."

Helpless, Shiyi had no choice but to turn around and start taking off his clothes, revealing his strong physique. Although he knew the people behind him couldn't see him, his nervousness only increased.

"Alright..." Eleven got into the bathtub.

Warm, delicate hands rose and gently placed on his shoulder, pressing him down slightly. Eleven understood and sank down until the medicine soaked his shoulder.

Half an hour later, perhaps the medicine was taking effect, Eleven felt his internal energy churning. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his veins bulging as he struggled against it.

The uncomfortable feeling of his blood surging made him finally let out a muffled groan.

Upon hearing this, Wen Nuan immediately said, "Spit it out."

Eleven felt a surge of blood rising from within him, then reaching his throat. He heard warm words and spat out a mouthful of dark blood, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

"Alright, that's enough for today. The poison hasn't been completely cleared, so you'll need to soak for two more days," Wen Nuan said calmly. "There's firewood and a small river in the backyard; you can go there to fetch water and cleanse yourself."

After saying that, Wen Nuan left the room, leaving him alone.

Eleven diligently cleaned the bathtub he had soaked in, and then washed his battered body in the cool river water in the backyard. Suddenly, he looked down and saw a person with a ferocious face appear before him. Eleven was startled and punched the person, splashing a large spray of water.

As the water gradually calmed down, that hideous face reappeared before him, and Eleven found it hard to accept.

Is this... him?

He looked at his scarred face, gently running his hand over it. The skin was rough and pitted. In the past, Eleven would never have cared about his appearance, but suddenly a gentle, serene smile appeared in his mind. He looked down at his disfigured face with a sense of loss, and a strange, bittersweet feeling welled up in his heart...