What to do if you receive the wrong package?

Shen Mujin sat on a small stool, leaning against the bed. She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, yawning constantly, but she didn't dare fall asleep. She raised her hand and skillfully touched the forehead of the person lying on the bed, sighing helplessly, "It's been three days, why is it still so hot! What if it goes crazy if it keeps burning up like this?"

The man occupying her bed was the same one Da Huang had found that day, the one who had suddenly disappeared. He was slightly better than the four dead men in black; at least he was still alive, but only by a tiny margin. His breathing was so weak it looked like he was about to stop breathing at any moment.

Although he had many wounds, fortunately none of them were fatal. After using up all the herbs he had painstakingly gathered, he managed to barely stop the bleeding. However, since the wounds hadn't been treated immediately, and he had been caught in the rain, the man unsurprisingly developed a fever. Unlike modern times, where a fever can be cured with an IV drip and antibiotics, this was a different story. Although she was a doctor, she was powerless to find anything. She searched her entire place and only found two or three bottles and jars. Moreover, as a Western medicine doctor who had only been practicing for a year, looking at the three small bottles on the table and the dark pills inside, Shen Mujin fell into deep thought: Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are indeed incompatible!

Since drug therapy failed, physical therapy was the next step. Fortunately, when she was looking for medicine, Shen Mujin found several jars of sealed wine. Even though she didn't know much about wine, she was attracted by the rich aroma after opening the seals.

"What a waste! What a terrible thing! I'll make him pay for it when he wakes up!" Shen Mujin sighed with heartache every time she opened a jar of wine. Then, she resolutely poured the wine into a basin, skillfully dampened a soft cloth, and began to wipe the man's body to cool him down physically.

It has to be said, this man's skin is really fair. Although part of it is due to excessive blood loss, it's not hard to tell that the person lying there is a genuine handsome guy. And those little muscles on his body, his abs... Shen Mujin was openly taking advantage of the situation while trying to cool him down.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if this were modern times, he'd definitely be a heartthrob." Shen Mujin assured that she absolutely didn't save him because he was handsome; a doctor's heart is benevolent.

At first, she was quite reserved. The man's clothes were stained with blood, and he needed to have his wounds bandaged. Shen Mujin, believing that saving a life was a great act of merit, hesitated for a moment but then stripped him naked. She finally found a piece of clothing that looked like it belonged to the original owner of the body's father and dressed him in it. Because she needed to wipe his body with alcohol to cool him down periodically, she kept putting the clothes on and taking them off, until her arms were almost too tired to lift. Ignoring all notions of propriety between men and women, she simply stuffed him naked into the quilt. At this point, convenience was everything.

After wiping herself down, Shen Mujin went to the door to wash her hands. She glanced at the big yellow dog lying obediently on the ground and complained, "You're having a good time. You're the one who found the person, but I'm the one who's exhausted." For the past three days, she had been taking care of the patient without taking off her clothes. The firewood and herbs in the house were almost used up, and the person lying in bed wouldn't wake up for a while. Taking advantage of this time, Shen Mujin decided to go out for a trip.

"Big Yellow, you stay here and keep watch, I'll be back in a bit."

Shen Mujin stretched her back, slung the bamboo basket from the corner over her shoulder, and after a moment's thought, grabbed a shovel and axe and headed outside. For the past few days, she had been pondering the relationship between the four dead men in black and the unconscious man in the bed. If they were allies, that would be fine. But what if they were enemies? And after so many days, the bodies of the four dead men were likely already decomposing. If she didn't bury them, and someone came down looking for something, or if some disease broke out, she herself would be the first to be affected.

Shen Mujin walked along the route she remembered, stopping frequently. As soon as she entered the forest, she took out a piece of cotton cloth from her small bag and tied it over her mouth and nose. Even with the covering, the smell in the forest wasn't very pleasant. She suppressed the discomfort in her stomach, first digging a large pit in a corner of the forest, then using a shovel to push the four limp corpses into the pit, and finally covering them with soil.

Shen Mujin naturally wouldn't keep the shovel that had touched the corpse, but throwing it here would be like telling others that she was hiding something. So she had no choice but to continue carrying it to the other side, hoping to find a place to dispose of it when she went to chop firewood later.

Around noon, Shen Mujin hurriedly returned to her lodgings carrying firewood and herbs. The first thing she did upon returning was to wash her hands with alcohol, and then burn the outer garment and the cotton cloth she had just worn as a covering. Only after she had finished everything did she hear her stomach growling in protest.

Before entering the kitchen, Shen Mujin habitually reached out to check the temperature of the person on the bed, only to find that the person who had been unconscious had woken up. Hearing her movement, the person on the bed slowly turned their head to look at her, their eyes still somewhat dazed from just waking up, seemingly not yet realizing their situation.

Shen Mujin quickly walked to the bedside, reached out and touched the man's forehead. His temperature had indeed dropped, so it seemed that those few jars of wine hadn't been wasted. She then turned and poured a glass of water from the table, handing it to him: "Drink this, drink more hot water, it's good for your health."

The man had been lying in bed for three days and was indeed very thirsty, but the slightest movement caused him to tremble with pain. He couldn't even lift his arm, let alone sit up.

"Oh, it's my fault. I forgot about your injuries as soon as I saw you were awake." Shen Mujin sat on the edge of the bed, helped the man sit up so he could lean against her, and then personally fed him water.

After drinking a glass of warm water, the man felt better. Looking at Shen Mujin, who had laid him down and tucked him in, he stared at her with empty eyes for a long time before asking in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

Shen Mujin rolled her eyes, left behind the words "I am your wife, you should rest well first," and ignored the man's astonished expression before turning and rushing to the kitchen. Anyway, the patient was paralyzed in bed and there was nothing to fear. Explaining would take a long time anyway, so it was better to eat first and talk slowly after eating and drinking her fill.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.

After Shen Mujin had eaten and drunk her fill, she strolled back to her bedroom with leisurely steps, and the person who had just woken up closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

"Hiss, was I just hallucinating?"

Only after seeing the empty teacup by the bedside did Shen Mujin dare to confirm that what she had just seen was not a hallucination.

"Sleep, sleep. Injured people need to rest." The man slept for an entire day. He didn't wake up until the next morning. Opening his eyes, he saw a bright but not glaring light, revealing a blurry figure. The waves of pain in his body made him feel like he was about to be crippled.

The man felt a burning sensation in his throat. He swallowed hard, but it was better than nothing, so he could only plead intermittently, "Water, water."

The dog, Da Huang, which Shen Mujin had sent to watch over the man, immediately jumped off the chair by the window happily upon hearing the man's voice, barking loudly towards the door.

Hearing Da Huang's barking, Shen Mujin, who was chopping wood in the yard, immediately put down her axe, turned around, and went inside. Seeing the man staring longingly at the kettle, she suppressed a smile, poured a glass of water, helped the man drink it, and then asked considerately, "Want some more?"

Seeing the man nod, Shen Mujin poured another glass of water, supported his body, and helped him drink it. Looking at the man's weak expression, Shen Mujin suddenly felt a little guilty as a doctor.

After downing two glasses of water, the man finally got a clear look at Shen Mujin. Feeling her gaze fixed on him and recalling her reply from yesterday, he frowned and asked again.

"who are you?"

"Hey, you! I went through all the trouble of feeding you water, and you're not even going to say thank you?"

The man pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Thank you."

Shen Mujin waved her hand: "We're family, why are you being so polite? Don't you think so, husband?"

"Cough cough cough" Perhaps Shen Mujin's answer was too exaggerated, but the man coughed after hearing it, and his originally pale face gradually turned red.

However, this coughing fit startled Shen Mujin. She rushed to the bedside, pulled back the man's blanket, and checked whether his wounds had reopened and bled due to the coughing.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just joking. Don't get agitated, we have nothing to do with each other." Fortunately, the gauze wasn't stained red, and Shen Mujin sighed with lingering fear. When she looked up, she saw the man staring at her with slight surprise, his eyes seemingly carrying a clear hint of murderous intent.

Shen Mujin suddenly realized something, quickly put down the blanket, raised her hands, and hurriedly explained, "I didn't, I didn't. I was just afraid your wound would reopen. I absolutely had no ill intentions towards you. Although I did take off your clothes, they really weren't clothes at the time, just rags. Besides, I'm a doctor, ah, a physician. Healing the sick and wounded is a noble profession. In my eyes, you are not a matter of gender, but simply a patient."

Shen Mujin didn't care whether the man understood or not, and rattled off a series of explanations. After all, the murderous intent in the man's eyes just now wasn't fake. Having stayed in the mountains for so long, Shen Mujin had forgotten that the society she was in was different from modern rule-of-law societies; here, killing someone silently was as easy as turning one's hand.

The man mustered his strength and asked, "You saved me?"

Shen Mujin stood awkwardly to the side, nodded, and didn't dare to say anything.

"Who are you? Where is this?" the man asked the same question for the third time.

"My name is Shen Nianwan, and I'm a doctor. This is my home. If you're asking about its location, it's roughly below Zhuiyun Cliff in Yunzhou."

The man remained silent after hearing this, his eyes closed as if he were deep in thought. Shen Mujin waited a while before cautiously asking, "Um, hero? May I ask your honorable name?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, his dark, inky gaze casually falling on Shen Mujin, scrutinizing her from head to toe without a trace of emotion. He slowly uttered two words: "Husband."

"What?" This time it was Shen Mujin's turn to be dumbfounded.