Reborn in the 90s, I traded my ex-husband for eight apartments.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

The man looked to be in great pain, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Bai Jingsi carefully protected Bai Zhenzhu:

"You're injured? Who are you?"

The man said weakly, "I was injured by criminals."

Bai Zhenzhu noticed that his thigh was wrapped with a shirt, and in the dim streetlights, she could see that the shirt was stained with blood.

He then said to Bai Jingsi:

"Brother, let's take him to the hospital."

"No, I can't go to the hospital." The man gritted his teeth. "They're still chasing me. Can you find me somewhere to hide? Anywhere will do."

Bai Jingsi then said:

"Then we'll take you to the police station."

The man still shook his head:

"Those people are near the train station right now and can't go out."

He knew that running out to stop people covered in blood didn't make him seem like a good person.

He said, "Please just find me a place to hide, I can't walk anymore."

Bai Zhenzhu looked around. Everyone was eating and watching TV inside. A few people were playing cards under a streetlamp not far away, and no one was paying attention to this side.

She boldly said:

"Brother, take him back."

Bai Jing thought that the person was so badly injured and had no weapon on him, so she stopped talking and picked him up.

Fortunately, Bai Zhenzhu's home is not far from here.

Once inside the restaurant, the man turned to Bai Zhenzhu and said:

"Comrade, could you please clean up the bloodstains on the ground?"

As they entered the brightly lit area, the man paused for a moment upon seeing the white pearl.

However, it was only for a brief moment before he looked away.

"Okay, you go upstairs first, I'll think of a solution."

Bai Zhenzhu remembered that every year when they slaughtered the pig for the New Year, they would simply wash the pig's blood off the ground with water, so she went to the backyard and fetched a large bucket of water.

By the time she had washed away the bloodstains, the man had already been settled on the sofa by Bai Jingsi, who also knew his identity.

This man is named Huo Zheng. He is a soldier and is on a secret mission.

Bai Zhenzhu noticed the calluses on his hand, and her wariness immediately lessened considerably.

She quickly poured herself a glass of warm water.

"Comrade, have some water first."

Bai Jingsi frowned:

"Comrade, you look badly injured. You should go to the hospital. We just moved here and we don't even have any gauze or medicine."

Huo Zheng drank the water and shook his head:

“I can’t go to the hospital. Those people know I’m injured, and they’ll definitely search the hospital.”

It's okay if he gets caught, the problem is that it might affect the whole operation.

As for how he was injured and who those people were, he didn't say anything due to confidentiality, and Bai Zhenzhu and the others wouldn't ask either.

People today have a fervent admiration for soldiers and hold them in awe of their status.

The man had a neat buzz cut, deep-set features, and dark, inky eyes.

His shirt was wrapped around his wound, and he was only wearing a white vest on his upper body and jeans on his lower body, which hugged his long legs.

He thought Bai Jingsi was worried about getting into trouble, so he explained:

"Don't worry, I'm being very careful. I don't have anyone tailing me. But they'll know I'm injured, so they'll definitely go to the hospital to look for me."

He gritted his teeth, sat up straight, and pulled a wallet from his other pocket, handing it to Bai Jingsi.

"I may be staying here for a few days. Here is the money for food. I also need you to buy some medicine for me tomorrow."

He was aware of the extent of his injuries; there were no broken tendons or bones, just skin and flesh wounds. He only needed to stop the bleeding and rest for a few days to recover.

Bai Jingsi didn't take the wallet, and turned to look at Bai Zhenzhu.

This is, after all, Bai Zhenzhu's home; he can't make the decisions here.

Bai Zhenzhu smiled and said:

"Comrade Huo, please put the money away. We don't mean anything by it; we're just worried about your injuries."

"Since you have plans, then you can stay here without worry. Don't worry, there are a lot of people in this market during the day, and no one will know that you are recuperating upstairs."

She glanced at Huo Zheng's legs.

The shirt covering the wound was completely soaked with blood, indicating that the hemostasis was not very effective.

But the pharmacies outside are already closed.

Suddenly, Bai Zhenzhu thought of something and immediately said to Bai Jingsi:

"Brother, could you help Comrade Huo clean up? I'm going out for a bit."

Without waiting for Bai Jingsi to ask any questions, she grabbed a flashlight and went downstairs to Xia He's uncle Cao Dafa's house.

Mr. and Mrs. Cao were watching TV when they were surprised to see Bai Zhenzhu knocking on the door.

"Isn't this a pearl? Is there something you need?"

After all, we're not familiar with each other. Could it be that he's changed his mind and doesn't want to buy the house anymore, coming to our door so late at night?

Cao Dafa muttered to himself as he let Bai Zhenzhu in.

Bai Zhenzhu didn't waste any words: "Uncle Cao, do you have any medicine? My brother is injured."

Aunt Xiahe grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them into Bai Zhenzhu's hand, saying repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, your Uncle Cao chopped off his hand while chopping meat last time. Luckily, we have some wound medicine at home. Please sit down, I'll go find it for you."

Bai Zhenzhu sat down on the bamboo chair in the living room. The TV was showing Journey to the West, where Tang Sanzang was subduing the White Dragon Horse.

The TV series "Journey to the West" has been broadcast several times, but Bai Zhenzhu has never actually watched more than a few episodes.

After marrying into the Pei family, she was always very busy; every day she opened her eyes to find endless work to do…

"Pearl, take all these medicines with you. We're not taking them with us anyway."

Aunt Xiahe brought out a bag containing all sorts of medicines, including those for headaches and fevers, shoulder and joint pain, a bottle of iodine for disinfection, and anti-inflammatory drugs.

White Pearl was overjoyed: "Auntie, thank you so much!"

"Don't mention it, hurry back and be careful on the road." After saying that, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them into Bai Zhenzhu's hands.

When they got home, Bai Jingsi had already washed Huo Zheng and opened the sofa bed, laid out a mattress and sheets, and let Huo Zheng lie down.

Huo Zheng had changed into Bai Jingsi's short-sleeved T-shirt, with only a blanket covering his lower body; he appeared to be not wearing pants.

Bai Zhenzhu took out the iodine solution and anti-inflammatory medicine and handed them to Bai Jingsi:

"Brother, please apply the medicine to him."

Bai Jingsi was somewhat embarrassed:

"Comrade Huo's wound is very deep; it would be best to stitch it up."

Huo Zheng apologized:

"Excuse me, comrade, I've dirtied your sofa."

Bai Jingsi then said:

“The wound was still bleeding a little, so I put a plastic pad under him.”

Bai Zhenzhu was in a dilemma:

"You should go to the hospital for stitches."

Zhang Minmin, who was in the room with Shuo Shuo, interjected:

"If all else fails, try sewing pearls with your hair like they do in the movies. Why don't you give it a try?"

Before Bai Zhenzhu could say anything, Bai Jingsi immediately objected:

"No, pearls cannot be sewn."

Huo Zheng's injury was on his groin, and he was only wearing underwear at the moment.

Zhang Minmin came out and rolled her eyes at Bai Jingsi:

"Then you go."

Bai Jingsi: "...I don't know how."

Zhang Minmin: "I don't know how either. I can only sew on a button, I can't even sew clothes."

Bai Jingsi: "..." Even if you could, I wouldn't let you sew it.

Bai Zhenzhu didn't have Bai Jingsi's concerns. She already had a son; what hadn't she seen?

She carefully lifted the blanket off Huo Zheng, not completely, only revealing his injured leg.

Bai Jingsi bandaged Huo Zheng's wound with a new towel, and in just a short while, the white towel was stained red again.

Moreover, Huo Zheng also showed symptoms of excessive blood loss, with his lips turning white.

"Comrade Huo, I'm willing to sew it for you, but I don't know if it's okay to use hair. Hair strands are too thin and don't look sturdy."

Huo Zheng was somewhat surprised that Bai Zhenzhu actually wanted to sew it for him; this woman was unusually timid.

However, his wound really needs to be stitched up; the bleeding won't stop, and keeping it bound like this isn't a good solution.

“If there’s silk thread, that’s fine too,” Huo Zheng said.

He regretted it as soon as he said it. In those days, silk products were not only scarce but also very expensive, and ordinary families generally didn't have them.