Chapter 14 It’s so easy to be shy
While the medicine boy was bandaging Niu Baoqing, he cautiously took a peek at Shang Wan who was watching from the side.
He and his master were both asleep when this woman suddenly climbed over the wall and came in. He was so frightened that he thought there was a thief, but she turned out to be here to treat an injury.
The man on the hospital bed was also very lucky. The wound was so deep and he lost so much blood, but he was still alive.
The old doctor put his finger on Niu Baoqing's pulse, frowning his gray eyebrows tightly, with a puzzled look on his face.
"This young man's pulse is very strange. He is clearly seriously injured, but there is an inexplicable surge of life in his body. I have been practicing medicine for decades and have never encountered such a strange thing."
Shang Strange Maker Wan looked normal and asked, "When will he wake up?"
"After dawn." The old doctor wrote down the prescription and asked the medicine boy to go ahead and grab the medicine.
Shang Wan raised his hand and asked Geng Hao to go to the side to talk, "I'm going out to do something. You stay here and don't let anyone escape."
"Okay." Geng Hao agreed simply, feeling ecstatic in his heart and quickly planning an escape route in his mind.
The female devil is leaving. If she doesn’t run away now, how long will it take?
Shang Wan saw through his thoughts at a glance and said coolly: "I put something small on you. I can find it wherever you go. You can try it."
Geng Hao: "..."
"Let's go." Shang Wan took a step and suddenly stopped, turning to look at him, "Have you brought any money?"
Geng Hao nodded subconsciously, who would run away without money?
Shang Wan looked pleased: "I didn't bring it with me. You can pay for the consultation fee and medicine later."
Geng Hao:? ? ?
The old doctor who had been pretending to be deaf suddenly became alert when he heard the word "medicine money" and looked at Geng Hao with a smile, "It's a total of ten taels of silver. Don't worry, young man. You can give it to me when the person wakes up." "
Geng Hao: "..."
I think you are in a hurry.
He wanted to protest to Shang Wan, but when he turned around, he was gone.
Where did Shang Wan go?
Of course I went to the prison to see her vase.
In the prison, the officers pooled their money to prepare some food and drinks, and chatted while eating.
Shang Wan, who was hiding in the dark, listened and couldn't help opening his mouth and yawning.
This day she was fighting a pack of wolves, spying on Tian Sheng, and rushing to rescue people. She was really sleepy at the moment, and she didn't know if her vase was asleep.
Lu Chengjing, who was worried about Shang Wan, suddenly sneezed. He sat up and looked around the cell, but saw no familiar figure.
The unrestrained chatter and laughter of the yamen officers could be heard from afar, making the cell seem even emptier.
He pursed his pale lips lightly, pulled up the sour thin quilt with his left hand, and carefully lay down on the straw mat again.
Shang Wan lowered his head and dozed off, thinking about something in his mind without falling asleep.
She didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up, she found that the government servants had finally fallen asleep and were snoring loudly.
She raised her hand and stretched, walked over quietly, took off the key hanging on the wall and ran to the cell at the end.
There were not many prisoners in the prison, and most of them were asleep. Even if there were some who were awake, they couldn't see clearly at the speed Shang Wan was running at.
The chains clicked softly, and Lu Chengjing, who was not sleepy, heard a familiar female voice, "Why aren't you asleep?"
As footsteps approached, Lu Chengjing sat up and turned his head to meet Shang Wan's face.
His cheeks felt hot and he backed away reflexively.
"What are you hiding from?" Shang Wan reached out and held the back of his head, their foreheads touching, "You don't have any fever, why is your face still red?"
Shang Wan let go of him, looked at him carefully and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"No." Lu Chengjing looked away, his long eyelashes half drooped, "Why are you here again?"
"Of course I miss you." Shang Wan deliberately joked. The expression of the person in front of her was one of embarrassment, and his face turned redder. She suddenly understood why the blush on his face was just now.
Gee, why are you so shy?
She suppressed the bad thoughts that kept coming out, reached out and pulled away the thin quilt surrounding Lu Chengjing, and then wrapped the soft quilt that she had taken out from the space before entering the cell around him.
Lu Chengjing was wrapped up by her so that only his head was exposed, and his body that was numb from the cold suddenly warmed up.
He looked at Shang Wan in a daze, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to ask Shang Wan how he brought such a big quilt in, but when the words came to his lips, he thought of the woman in front of him coming and going without a trace. He swallowed his words again because of his ability to trace.
"You cover yourself warmly to avoid being discovered. I'll have to take it away later." Shang Wan took out a small cyan porcelain bottle from her sleeve. She also took it from the Lu family last night. She had filled it with spiritual spring water in advance. .
"Here." She put the mouth of the porcelain bottle to Lu Chengjing's lips, "Drink it. It will be good for your injuries."
After several days of observation, Shang Wan discovered that although the spiritual spring water was effective on people in this world, the effect was far less effective than in the last days, at least not on herself.
She guessed that it was because people from two worlds had different physiques, and the effect of the spiritual spring water might have been weakened after time travel.
Lu Chengjing lowered his eyes and sipped the mouth of the bottle. Under Shang Wan's feeding, he drank the spiritual spring water in the porcelain bottle.
Very good.
Shang Wan raised the corners of his lips and slowly talked about Geng Hao and Niu Baoqing. He also shared the big melon he had eaten in the backyard of the county government office.
Lu Chengjing's face was expressionless when he was listening to business, but when he was listening to gossip, his brows were frowning more and more.
Why can this person look bitter and resentful even if he just listens to gossip?
Shang Wan didn't understand. She thought for a moment, took out the copying paper from her arms, and held it up in front of Lu Chengjing's eyes. "I made a copy of the letter. You have a look."
It was dark in the prison, and Lu Chengjing didn't have the abnormal eyesight like Shang Wan, "I can't see clearly. Since you copied it down, you should know what was written in the letter, so you might as well tell me directly."
Shang Wan: "..."
No, she doesn't know.
As long as she can understand the words on the letter, does she have to copy it again?
She couldn't figure it out. The original owner was a literate person, and she was also a literate person. Why did the literate soul become negative after the literate soul penetrated the literate shell?
This unscientific!
"I'm afraid I've let it slip. You'd better see for yourself. I'll get an oil lamp." Shang Wan found an excuse and walked out of the cell.
Lu Chengjing looked at her back with slightly surprised eyes.
He didn't mean to test, but it was beyond his expectation that Shang Wan was illiterate.
He frowned. Shang Wan was originally literate, but this woman was deliberately pretending to be someone else. How come she didn't even know this?
Shang Wan felt that her excuse was pretty good, but she didn't know that her vest had already been taken off by Lu Chengjing.
With the light of the oil lamp, Lu Chengjing read the letter very slowly.
Shang Wan looked at him and said, "Tian Sheng finished reading it in just a few glances. Why did you look at it for so long?"
Lu Chengjing, who was disliked: "..."
With his eyesight, he can naturally see that the words on the paper are copied from the gourds. Not to mention the similarities, some of the shapes are wrong.
If this word were written more neatly, why did he look at it for so long?
After enduring it again and again, he still couldn't hold it back. He raised his eyelids and said expressionlessly: "Please make the calligraphy and painting more similar next time."
(End of chapter)