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Tao'er walked to the front door, cleared her throat, and asked, "Who is it? Why are you knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

A gruff voice came from outside, sounding somewhat anxious, "Miss, please open the door. We're just passing through and need to stay at an inn."

Tao'er slapped her forehead, realizing she had almost forgotten that this was an inn, and the other person must also be staying there.

If she doesn't open the door, it won't work. After all, this is an inn, and I just spoke, which proves that there are people in the inn, so they can't possibly leave.

Perhaps the people who come are just like them, seeking lodging for the night.

After all, this is the only inn here, and if she doesn't let people in to stay, they'll definitely become suspicious.

Thinking of this, Tao'er opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in his forties supporting a young nobleman dressed in fine clothes.

"Miss, we need to stay at an inn. Could you please prepare a comfortable superior room for us and also boil some hot water for us?"

My young master is injured, I need to go and fetch a doctor for him…

The burly man took out a silver ingot, placed it on the counter, and said...

"Oh... I'm not..."

Tao'er wanted to say that she was not the shop owner, but when she saw that the young master was unconscious and bleeding, she stopped talking.

"Uncle, please come with me!"

Tao'er led them to the upper room next to theirs.

She pushed open the door, pointed inside, and said, "You can stay in this room!"

Put your son on the bed and go fetch a doctor!

I see he's badly injured; he needs to be treated as soon as possible.

After Tao'er finished speaking, she turned to go back into the house. She remembered that these two people were the ones she had met in the woods earlier that day.

It seems this young nobleman was injured by those assassins in black.

Therefore, she doesn't plan to get involved, since meddling in other people's business isn't her style.

All she wants now is to ensure the safety of herself and Ayan.

"Miss, could you please boil some hot water to clean my young master's wounds so I can fetch a doctor?"

The big man had a tense face and looked a little nervous, probably because he was uncomfortable!

Tao'er looked at the handsome man who was in a deep coma on the bed and murmured, "Uncle, this might not be very convenient, right?"

I'm a young woman...

"Or you could wait until you get the doctor before cleaning his wound!"

Tao'er knew that in ancient times, men and women were kept separate. The man's wound was on his right chest, and it wasn't a place that other women could see, was it?

"Miss, even if I have to beg you, my young master is seriously injured. I need to go and fetch a doctor right away. It will be too late to clean his wounds by the time I get back."

Girl, if you feel it's difficult, can you call your dad to come and help?

I can pay more money.

After the big man finished speaking, he took out a ten-tael silver ingot and stuffed it into Tao'er's hand.

Before Tao'er could answer, the uncle turned and left.

She looked at the silver ingot in her hand and muttered to herself: she was thinking that her father was nowhere to be found!

Well, since they were so generous in giving her money, she couldn't just do nothing.

It's twenty taels of silver, after all. It's not difficult to clean the wound; it won't take much effort.

Tao'er went to the kitchen and brought over a basin of hot water, preparing to take off his clothes and clean his wounds.

Carrying the basin of water to the bedside, she finally got a clear look at the young nobleman.

He lay on the soft couch with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised.

His nose was straight and jade-like, and his lips were somewhat pale, yet his features remained exquisitely defined.

Despite being injured and bedridden with his eyes closed, his innate nobility and handsomeness remained undiminished, instead gaining a fragile yet alluring charm.

Tao'er paused, holding the basin of water, and her gaze lingered on his face for a few more moments.

This person looks either rich or noble, but doesn't seem like a bad person.

Both he and Xiao Yi were handsome; they were both good-looking men.

But the man before me was gentle and refined, a truly elegant gentleman.

Xiao Yi, on the other hand, was handsome and tall, giving people a sense of security.

Tao'er shook her head. Why did she think of that guy? Maybe it's because there's no one else to compare her to, so she thought of him?

Never mind, let's clean the wound first!

Consider it a rescue.

Anyway, there's no one else here, and Ayan is sleeping soundly next door, so he can't see her.

Moreover, this man seems to have a pretty good physique, so why not take a look?

Thinking of this, Tao'er smiled slightly, and then quickly unbuttoned the man's shirt.

The moment her clothes were opened, Tao'er couldn't help but gasp.

That's a really good physique, one or two abs... seven or eight abs, and even a V-line.

Gee!

The texture is distinct and the lines are smooth.

The skin tone isn't the healthy tan of someone who's been out and about all year round, but rather fair skin.

He seems to be someone who explains complex concepts simply, but he also practices regularly.

But she remembered that he didn't seem to have any martial arts skills in front of the man in black. Could it be that the man in black was too powerful?

It's also possible that those people were trained assassins, and I've heard that assassins are extremely powerful!

That makes sense.

Is such a great figure something she can look at?

Tao'er's face flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away, reminding herself that she was saving someone, not doing anything else.

Looking up further, Tao'er couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god..."

Only then did they realize that the person had suffered a knife wound, and the wound was quite deep.

A slanted cut was made down the right scapula, the skin and flesh rolled up, and the bone was visible.

Even worse, the flesh around the wound had a strange bluish-black color, as if it had been soaked in ink.

The wound was black, so the knife was probably poisoned.

Tao'er's heart sank.

Although she wasn't a doctor, she had watched many palace dramas in modern times and knew how ruthless this method of poisoning knives could be.

If this isn't dealt with promptly, this person probably won't last much longer.

The poison has seeped into the bone marrow and into the heart; even a god couldn't save him.

At that moment, the man on the bed mumbled in his sleep, "Run..."

The voice was very soft, as if squeezed from deep in the throat, carrying a hint of urgency and worry.

Even while he was unconscious, he was still worried about others.

Tao'er's heart softened slightly, and she no longer cared about admiring the handsome man's good figure. She quickly wrung out the water from the cotton cloth in the basin and then wiped his wound.

The moment her fingers touched his skin, the heat made her reflexively pull her hand back.

"It's so hot, could it be a fever?"

She tried touching his forehead again, and it was still frighteningly hot.

My forehead was burning hot, as if I were holding a ball of fire inside.

Tao'er now realized that the person had a high fever, which was probably caused by the wound.

In those days before antibiotics, a high fever caused by a wound infection could be fatal.

Tao'er quickly cleaned the man's wounds, wiping away the dark bloodstains little by little.

Her hands were very gentle, afraid of hurting him, but the unconscious man still frowned and let out a muffled groan.

"Just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

Tao'er said softly, not knowing if he could hear her.

She cleaned the blood and dirt around the wound, then soaked a cotton cloth in cool water and placed it on his forehead in an attempt to cool him down.

After doing all that, she stood at the door and looked around, but still didn't see the big man return.

It was very late at night. Through the window, I could see that the outside of the courtyard was pitch black, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the courtyard and rustling the branches.

The town was unusually quiet at night, a quietness that was unsettling.

Tao'er was starting to get anxious. Why hadn't that person brought back the doctor yet?