The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Occasionally, a man with a stern face would come to Su Han's door. They would knock on the door in the middle of the night, carrying a knife and bearing wounds.

He often had a strong smell of blood on him.

Whenever this happened, Su Han would always tell Wen Yubai to stay inside and not come out.

Wen Yubai once peeked through a crack in the door and saw that the man had severe injuries.

Su Han used a red-hot, thin blade to scrape away the rotten flesh from him.

The man's face was deathly pale, but he remained silent.

He even glanced sharply at the crack in the door with the eyes of a hawk, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

Wen Yubai's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively shrank back.

"Mr. Su, it seems you've been exceptionally lenient with this patient, granting him quite a bit of freedom."

Su Han calmly dealt with the bloodstains, responding with a smile:

"Yueyi, since the mission has failed, we should focus on how to explain things to the Lord."

"What do you think, our infallible top-tier assassin?"

Yue Yi's expression stiffened slightly. He said no more, and after finishing his business, he quickly disappeared into the night with his scimitar.

After the person left, Su Han turned around and met Wen Yubai's gaze as he peeked out from behind the door.

The young man's eyes held a deep sense of inquiry.

"His knife...can a hunter afford such a fine knife?"

Su Han paused slightly while wiping his hands, then suddenly smiled.

"Ah Bai's observation is truly meticulous. With bandits roaming the mountains, it's not surprising that hunters carry a good knife for self-defense."

He walked over to Wen Yubai, put his arm around his shoulder, and went inside.

"Don't overthink it, go to sleep."

Wen Yubai remained silent, and under his gentle gaze, nodded obediently.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Wen Yubai sat on a futon, a travelogue about mountains and rivers spread out in front of him, and was engrossed in reading it.

His dark hair was loosely tied back with only a plain white hair tie.

A few stray hairs hung down beside his neck, swaying gently as he turned the pages.

Su Han sat on a chair not far away, holding a medical book in her hand, but her attention was focused on Wen Yubai.

Inside the Moon Shadow Pavilion, the assassins' eyes were filled with ferocity and numbness, the servants with caution and fear, while the eyes of the drug test subjects were filled with terror and hatred.

There is only this person in front of me.

After losing my memory, it's as if I've been cleansed of the filth of the world.

The way it nestled in the sunlight right now looked as relaxed as a cat that had truly been domesticated.

Su Hanming sipped her tea, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

He raised them.

If only things could stay like this forever.

-

In the afternoon, Su Han seemed to have received some news and hurriedly went out.

Before leaving, he reminded Wen Yubai to take his medicine on time and to keep his dinner warm in the kitchen.

Wen Yubai first paced back and forth in the study.

The edges of the pages on the bookshelf were soft, but they were all covered with blue cloth covers, showing that they had been carefully preserved.

Wen Yubai randomly picked out a book with the title "Dialectics of Plague" on the cover; it was a handwritten notebook.

The handwriting is messy, and the ink varies in shade, clearly indicating that it was written after the owner had pondered it repeatedly.

I flipped through a few more books, and it was the same.

Su Han seems like a good doctor who is dedicated to his research, not a bad person.

But Wen Yubai really couldn't find any trace of his long-term life here.

He walked out of the study and his gaze fell on the east wing where Su Han was staying.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Yubai still pushed open the door.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a cabinet, and a table.

He searched carefully.

The drawer contained only some odds and ends and notes, and the table was empty except for writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

It wasn't until he opened the wardrobe against the wall and, after passing through layers of clothes, that he encountered a mechanism.

With a gentle press, a hidden compartment appeared in the wardrobe.

Wen Yubai was somewhat surprised.

Inside were a small, exquisitely sized dagger, a throwing knife, and a longsword still in its sheath.

His gaze fell on a sword, and as if possessed, he reached out and grasped the hilt.

Almost involuntarily, my wrist jerked, as if my body had its own memory.

One move, two styles.

"Click".

Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, but before he could think about them, the mechanism on the sword clicked.

Several thin, willow-leaf-shaped blades shot out, and Wen Yubai instinctively leaned back and turned to the side.

However, his left arm was still deeply cut by a blade.

A small patch of blood instantly spread across his sleeve.

Remembering that blood-staining herbs could stop bleeding, he covered his wound and ran to the pharmacy.

The ebony medicine cabinet has hundreds of drawers, each with a label.

He endured the stinging pain and quickly located the blood-staining agent.

found it.

He opened the drawer, but it was empty.

Su Han clearly prepared some blood-staining herbs a few days ago, so how could this be?

A wave of dizziness from blood loss washed over Wen Yubai, who leaned against the medicine cabinet, her vision blurring.

His gaze suddenly fell on the porcelain vase on the table, which looked like the one Su Han had casually placed there the day before.

He poured out some medicinal powder, which was dark in color and smelled like blood powder.

Wen Yubai then applied it directly to the wound and bandaged it up.

The pain seems to have lessened somewhat.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As night fell, Su Han still hadn't returned.

After eating, Wen Yubai felt dizzy, so he went to bed early.

At first, nothing seemed amiss, until midnight when a strange heat suddenly arose.

Wen Yubai groggily turned over and woke up from his sleep, feeling hot.

My mouth is dry and my whole body feels like it's on fire.

He drank several glasses of cold water, but it was to no avail; in fact, the condition only worsened.

It felt like something was burning in my blood.

But this is different from having a fever.

Wen Yubai lowered his head in embarrassment, looking at the part he found difficult to talk about.

He haphazardly ripped open his shirt and tried to cool himself down with his hands, but it didn't work.

He curled up uncomfortably, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"Ah Bai?"

Su Han's voice suddenly rang out.

Wen Yubai froze, only then realizing that Su Han had been standing in the room at some point.

He frantically pulled the blanket over himself, covering himself completely.

"go out."

Su Han ignored him and slowly walked closer.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to feel his forehead.

Wen Yubai's hands were cold, and he couldn't help but shiver, yet he also craved the coolness.

Unconsciously, he rubbed his cheek against his palm.

After realizing what had happened, she immediately pulled back under the covers.

"Why is it so hot? Have you got a fever again?"

Su Han's voice was calm and gentle, but his eyes deepened.

"I accidentally hurt myself, so I used the blood-blood powder on the table. You said it could stop bleeding."

Su Han paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"That's not Dragon's Blood, it's Crimson Joy. It's similar in color and smell to Dragon's Blood, but it's completely different."

"Oh……"

Wen Yubai had no interest in talking to him.

He was trying to overcome the heat in his body, and his legs unconsciously came together.

Gently rub against it.

He urged Su Han to leave quickly.

"Get out."

Su Han did not leave, but quietly watched Wen Yubai.

Those once clear eyes were now filled with a mist of desire.

When they look over, it's like a silent invitation.

Su Han's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"It's really uncomfortable, isn't it?"

His voice lowered slightly, carrying a coaxing gentleness.

"I have the antidote, Ah Bai. Do you want my help?"

Wen Yubai stared at him blankly, her mind reeling from the heatwave.

Su Han seemed very familiar with the human body, remaining patient and gentle throughout.

Knowing how to control the pace, how to strike a balance, and how...

Pause when appropriate.

Wen Yubai bit her lower lip, but her body betrayed her will, arching up in embarrassment.

"Good boy, what should you call me?"

"What...?"

Call me elder brother.

"Brother...elder brother..."

-

Su Han got up and looked at Wen Yubai, who was asleep under the influence of the medicine.

First wipe it clean, then put on clean inner clothes, and tuck the blanket in.

After doing all this, he leaned down and placed a kiss on Wen Yubai's forehead.

"Go to sleep."

Even as he reached the door, Su Han still had a satisfied smile on his lips.

But when he pushed open the door, his smile froze.

Outside the door, a figure had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.

The moonlight is so bright tonight.

Su Han could clearly see the scrutiny and coldness in the other person's eyes.

"So this is how you used him as a test subject?"