Chapter 9: If I were alive, I would be responsible for you.

Chapter 9

It can be imagined how strong-willed this man was. With such injuries, if it were anyone else, not to mention taking her to empty the national treasury, they probably wouldn’t even dare to move an inch.

Mo Jiuye's skin had turned purplish-blue, with several open wounds still oozing bright red blood.

Moreover, the injured area was extremely large, with almost no good spots left on his buttocks and thighs.

It was evident how merciless the person who administered the punishment was.

Mo Jiuye suddenly felt a chill as he instinctively reached down to pull up his pants.

Due to her profession, He Zhiran instantly transformed into a professional doctor with a strong sense of occupational ethics.

Her voice was stern yet uncompromising.

"Don't move."

Hearing this, Mo Jiuye's hand that had just grabbed his waistband instantly froze in place.

He Zhiran peeled his hand away without hesitation.

"Although you didn't injure any bones, these injuries are still not minor. Don't underestimate external injuries, or they can also be fatal if not treated promptly."

Listening to her nagging on like an old lady, Mo Jiuye finally resigned himself and retracted his hand.

He closed his eyes and allowed He Zhiran to treat his wounds.

He Zhiran worked skillfully. First, she poured some alcohol on a cotton ball, then used forceps to hold the cotton ball and gently dab Mo Jiuye's wounds.

"It will hurt a little, bear with it."

"Mm." It did hurt somewhat, but to Mo Jiuye, this was nothing.

After disinfecting the wounds, He Zhiran took out a package of Yunnan Baiyao powder from her spatial ring. This medicine worked best for Mo Jiuye’s injuries.

She gently and evenly sprinkled the medicinal powder on Mo Jiuye's wounds. Her fingers inadvertently brushed against his skin.

This sensation made Mo Jiuye's body involuntarily shudder. At the same time, he was acutely aware that his face felt like it was on fire.

He Zhiran was fully focused on treating Mo Jiuye's wounds and didn't notice his reaction. By now, she had finished bandaging the wounds.

She nimbly gave him a tetanus shot as well.

Mo Jiuye suddenly felt a stinging pain in his arm, like a needle prick, and his body instinctively tried to avoid it.

"Don't move," He Zhiran reminded him.

Mo Jiuye's body instantly froze until the needle prick sensation disappeared, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

It could be said that He Zhiran was quite rational in her attitude towards her relationship with Mo Jiuye. She would not blindly accept this marriage that did not originally belong to her just because the other party was her idol and hero.

Of course, if the two developed feelings for each other through their interactions, she would also try dating Mo Jiuye until both felt that the other was their destined partner. Only then would being together seem natural.

But now was not the time to consider such things. The long exile road still lay ahead, and she needed to think about how to cope.

After restraining her laughter, He Zhiran carefully helped Mo Jiuye into his pants.

Once the pant legs were pulled up, Mo Jiuye refused any more help from He Zhiran.

"I can do the rest myself."

He Zhiran did not insist. He could even walk on roofs and walls, carefully pulling up his pants should be no problem.

Before Mo Jiuye turned over, she quickly stored the medical supplies in her space ring.

She also took stock of the alcohol quantity. This made He Zhiran instantly delighted to find there were three bottles left.

Even the Yunnan Baiyao powder, gauze, tetanus medication, disposable syringes and forceps she had just used were all restored to their original amounts.

What was even more exciting was that the number of forceps had increased by one.

What did this mean?

It meant that the original items in her space ring did have a replenishing function.

Of course, those things she had tossed in during ancient times did not replenish, since the items she left in her ear space were gone.

Even so, He Zhiran was very satisfied.

With this feature, she felt her backbone straighten quite a bit.

Because her space ring contained much more than just these simple medical supplies.

She knew now was not the time for joy. Time was tight and she still had many things to handle.

Thinking of this, He Zhiran took out the two indenture contracts and walked out again.

Qiao Yu had been waiting at the door. Seeing her emerge, she hurriedly asked respectfully, "Miss, is there anything your servant can do for you?"

"Qiao Yu, go to your room. I have something to discuss with you and Qiao Xin."

After speaking, He Zhiran immediately headed towards the maids' room.

Qiao Yu had served the young miss for many years but had never seen her be so formal. She quickly fell in step behind her.

At the same time, her heart thumped anxiously.

Judging by the young miss's demeanor, there must be some important matter at hand.