Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

Looking at the bleeding wound on her shoulder, Lin Zhiyan's gaze darkened.

Those deep, dark eyes churned with a chilling rage, reminiscent of a bottomless abyss, sending shivers down one's spine with just a glance.

Wenqing gripped the folding knife tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her whole body tense, like a small animal cornered against a wall, watching his every move warily.

However, to her surprise, Lin Zhiyan actually laughed. It wasn't a cold laugh of anger, but rather a laugh that seemed particularly unusual on his stern face, which only made Wen Qing more nervous.

A normal person wouldn't react like this after being stabbed.

Then Lin Zhiyan raised her hand and clapped twice, the crisp sound echoing in the empty room.

A small door on the inside of the room opened with a click, and a man dressed in dark casual clothes walked in quickly carrying a medical kit. He skillfully took off half of the man's shirt, revealing a wound on his shoulder.

The knife tip cut a gash about three or four centimeters long; it wasn't deep, but blood was still seeping out.

The person disinfected, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged the wound. The whole process was efficient, and it was clear that this was not the first time they had treated this type of injury.

Throughout the entire process, Lin Zhiyan did not have anyone do anything to her, did not have anyone tie her up, and did not even utter a single threatening word.

He simply stood there quietly as his men bandaged him, his gaze occasionally sweeping over her, making him seem enigmatic.

The wound was quickly bandaged; the white gauze wrapped around the shoulder and under the armpit several times, and tied in a knot below the collarbone.

Lin Zhiyan moved her shoulders again, her movements so free that she seemed to feel no pain at all.

Then he gestured for his subordinate to leave, leaving only the few of them in the room once again.

He looked at Wen Qing, who was still holding the folding knife with both hands, the tip of the knife pointed in his direction, without loosening her grip at all.

"You stabbed me, how am I supposed to repay you?"

Lin Zhiyan tilted her head and looked at her, her tone suggesting she was seriously considering the question, her expression even carrying a hint of innocent curiosity.

Wen Qing didn't answer, but gripped the knife tighter, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"How about this," Lin Zhiyan held up a finger, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, "if you help my silly cousin regain his memory, I won't pursue the matter further."

Wen Qing was completely stunned upon hearing this.

Help Gu Qin regain her memory?

She subconsciously glanced at Gu Qin, who was being held down on a chair by two burly men. His face still bore the bloodstains from the bullet wound, his hair was disheveled, and he glared fiercely at Lin Zhiyan.

Gu Qin did indeed lose his memory; it seems he was struck by his brother with a stick and lost his memory.

Lin Zhiyan knew about this, and even knew that Gu Qin had lost his memory after being beaten by his brother.

While she was still processing this sudden information, a cold glint flashed before her eyes.

But Lin Zhiyan seized the moment when she was distracted, precisely grabbing her wrist. He pinched her wrist with his fingers, and she involuntarily loosened her grip in pain. The folding knife slipped from her palm and was caught steadily by him.

"Give it back to me!" Wen Qing reached out to grab it, but Lin Zhiyan simply raised his arm slightly and held the knife out of her reach.

He looked down and fiddled with the small knife, his fingers deftly turning the blade, the silver light dancing between his fingers.

Then he looked up, a playful smile playing on his lips: "That's quite a fine knife. Where did you buy it? I'll go buy one myself sometime."

Wen Qing was so angry she didn't want to talk to him, but coldly repeated, "Give me back the knife."

"Sure," Lin Zhiyan said, weighing the knife in her palm. Her tone was as relaxed as if she were discussing what to eat today. "Just agree to the request I made before."

Wen Qing frowned, glanced at Gu Qin, then at Lin Zhiyan, her voice full of confusion and embarrassment.

"How is that even possible? Regaining memories... You should take him to see a doctor, not come to me."

"Why not?" Lin Zhiyan smiled mischievously, a glint of malice in his eyes. "I can help you."

Wen Qing found this person utterly inexplicable. Before she could even ask him what he meant, she saw Lin Zhiyan beckon to another subordinate beside him and whisper an instruction.

The subordinate turned and went out, returning in a short while with a stick in his hand. It was made of solid wood, about the thickness of a wrist, and roughly the length of a baseball bat.

Lin Zhiyan took the stick, weighed it in her palm to test its feel, and then handed it to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing frowned, not reaching out to take it, and looked at him warily: "Why are you giving me this?"

"Take it." Lin Zhiyan's tone left no room for refusal.

Wenqing stiffly reached out and took the stick. The stick was heavier than it looked, and she could barely hold it with one hand, so she had to support it with both hands.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Lin Zhiyan chuckled and gestured with her chin toward Gu Qin.

"Didn't he lose his memory after being hit by your brother with a stick? It's been so long and he still hasn't recovered. If we don't help him remember soon, he'll probably be devoured by Gu Ling. That Gu Ling pretends to be gentle and refined in front of others, but he's very cunning behind the scenes. And my silly cousin of mine is a bit dim-witted. I'm really worried that he'll be sold out and still be counting the money for the seller. As his own cousin, I can't just stand by and watch him get played to death."

After listening to him, Wen Qing felt that his idea was simply outlandish.

She had heard that some people with amnesia would regain their memories after a second head injury, but in most cases, a second head injury would only cause more serious damage.

Using a stick to hit someone's head to cure amnesia—only a madman would think of that.

Lin Zhiyan seemed to see through her thoughts, and he raised a finger and shook it.

"I know what you're thinking...you think I'm crazy, right?"

He took two steps forward, bent down slightly to make his line of sight level with hers, and then raised his hand to point to a spot on the back of his head with his index finger.

"But I can tell you that if I hit this spot, there's a 70% chance it will remind him."

Wen Qing's eyes widened, and she almost shouted, "How can you do that! What if you hurt him? He's a human being, not a test subject!"

"Why not?"

Lin Zhiyan countered with a question tinged with an air of self-assurance and certainty.

"Think about it, when your brother hit him, it was in this very spot, with just the right amount of force and angle, so he only suffered from amnesia and didn't have a brain hemorrhage. Now, if it happens again in the same spot, with the same force and angle, there's a high probability he'll recover... Isn't that scientifically sound?"

Looking at him tenderly, she felt that this person was simply unreasonable.

He calls this science?

But before she could continue to refute, Lin Zhiyan had already lost patience.

He went around behind her, reached out from behind and took her hands that were holding the stick, pulling her into his arms.

Then he led her to Gu Qin and gestured with his chin toward the two burly men who were holding Gu Qin down, indicating that they should remove the food from Gu Qin's mouth.

As soon as the gag was removed from his mouth, Gu Qin immediately looked at Lin Zhiyan, his eyes as cold as ice: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll help you regain your memory, silly little brother," Lin Zhiyan said in a lighthearted tone.

"I don't need it," Gu Qin replied coldly.

"Why wouldn't I need it?"

Lin Zhiyan looked down at her cousin, who was pinned down and unable to move, and the smile on her lips slowly turned cold.

"How many stupid things have you done during this time? How many times has Gu Ling tricked you? If it weren't for me... no, if it weren't for him secretly covering for you, you would have been devoured by Gu Ling long ago, leaving not even a bone fragment. Do you think Gu Ling's methods are just small-scale? He is seriously trying to completely wipe you out of this family."

Gu Qin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared at the person in front of him for a long while before asking in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with Lin Zhiyan?"

Lin Zhiyan tilted her head, revealing a mischievous, somewhat childish smile.

"I am him, we share the same body... but usually he's the one who comes out to deal with those boring people and things, while I'm the one sleeping inside. It's only today that I get to go out for some fresh air... I'm so suffocated."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing and Gu Qin both looked at him in shock.

Lin Zhiyan actually has a dual personality!!!

Therefore, the one wearing gold-rimmed glasses and being gentle and polite is the primary personality, while the one in front of you who is not wearing glasses, is eccentric and dangerous, and is the secondary personality.

Gu Qin and Wen Qing both thought of this at the same time.

Gu Qin stared intently at the person in front of him who had his cousin's face but a completely different expression, his voice low and deep.

"So you are his alternate personality."

Unexpectedly, this remark seemed to have stepped on some unseen sore spot.

The smile on Lin Zhiyan's face vanished instantly, replaced by a long-suppressed anger.

His face contorted for a moment, and his voice suddenly rose several decibels.

"Who says I'm a secondary personality? I'm the true owner of this body! The one who wears glasses all day, pretends to be something he's not, and always has a smile on his face is the secondary personality. I've been in this body much longer than him."

Wen Qing was stunned to see him so angry.

He hadn't even flinched when she stabbed his shoulder, but now Gu Qin's words about "alternate personality" nearly drove him to lose control.

But just moments later, he laughed again, as if an invisible hand had pushed his anger back under the surface.

He tightened his grip on her hand again, and slowly lifted the stick with her hand in his.

Wenqing could feel the warmth of his chest against her back through her clothes; his long, strong fingers completely enveloped her hands that were gripping the stick.

"Come on, aim here."

His voice whispered close to her ear, deep and gentle, like he was teaching a child to write.

He guided her hand and slowly raised the stick, the tip of which traced an arc in the air before finally pointing steadily at Gu Qin's head.

Gu Qin was pinned to the chair by two burly men, his arms tied behind his back, unable to move.

He looked up, and the shadow of the stick fell directly on his face, obscuring half of it.

Wenqing's fingers were trembling, and she could feel the weight of the stick quivering slightly in her palm.

She tried to loosen her grip, but Lin Zhiyan's hand held her fingers firmly like an iron clamp, leaving her no room to let go.

She gritted her teeth and tried to pull the stick back, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree compared to his. The stick only wobbled slightly before it was aimed at Gu Qin again.

"Don't be afraid..."

Lin Zhiyan's voice was so gentle it was almost eerie, like she was coaxing a child who was afraid of the dark.

"Just use the spot I just mentioned, no need for too much force, just enough, one stroke is enough, it'll be quick..."

His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, as if to soothe her, but his deep eyes gleamed with excitement.