Why does the Medicine Farmer Star use Rashomon as a test for him?

Could it be that the Medicine Farmer Star is actually the remnant of Rashomon?

But no matter what, the Medicine Farmer Star is the only chance to heal Bai Xuan. If he doesn’t want to watch Bai Xuan die before his eyes, he must seize this opportunity!

Jiang Heng replied to Xu Xingguang: [Do you mean that by following the Rashomon trail I’ll find the answers you want?] 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Xu Xingguang: [That’s right.]

Jiang Heng asked her again: [If I find the answer, are you willing to heal my lover?]

Xu Xingguang responded ambiguously: [As long as you want, I naturally will.]

If Jiang Heng dares to let Xu Xingguang treat Bai Xuan after discovering the astonishing truth that Xu Xingguang is the Medicine Farmer Star, then Xu Xingguang is willing to help.

Just afraid that Jiang Heng will avoid her like a snake or scorpion at that time.

Tsk.

Xu Xingguang, with her head in her hands, leaning against the office chair, licked the remaining grape sweetness on her lips and coldly sneered: "Jiang Heng, I said, everyone who has hurt me will repay double."

"Just simply letting some blood isn’t enough to quell the hatred in my heart. You oppressed the Xu Family and indirectly drove my mother to death. This debt, I ought to seek interest from you."

*

Jiang Heng, sitting on the other end of the computer, leaned back in the boss chair, exhausted, after confirming that the Medicine Farmer Star wouldn’t respond to him anymore.

During this time, once a month, Jiang Heng would draw 1000cc of blood at a time to send to Yujiang City as an apology to Xu Xingguang.

Excessive frequent bloodletting seriously damaged Jiang Heng’s health. The once attractive man with a well-built physique lost over twenty pounds in just a few months.

Always appearing free-spirited and heroic, Jiang Heng now looked like someone with a terminal illness, bearing a sense of tight exhaustion, barely holding onto his breath.

This illustrates how severely excessive blood loss can damage a person.

"Rashomon..." Jiang Heng couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers, as many messy, bloody scenes that made his heart race uncontrollably came to his mind.

If he could, Jiang Heng wouldn’t want to deal with the Rashomon organization ever again in his lifetime.

But to save Bai Xuan and find out the whereabouts of the Medicine Farmer Star, he could only overcome the deep-seated fear in his heart and confront the monster that terrifies him.

"Ah Heng."

Bai Xuan, dressed in a silk robe, came to the study with a cup of warm soothing soup. "Working so late?"

Seeing Jiang Heng exhausted, eyes filled with blood, Bai Xuan brought the soothing soup to his lips and said, "I made you some soothing soup with a bit of blood-boosting brown sugar; drink some."

Due to excessive blood loss, Jiang Heng had been drinking blood-boosting supplements, and brown sugar had become a daily necessity for him.

Jiang Heng had become numb to drinking these things.

But he couldn’t bear to waste Bai Xuan’s kind effort, so he opened his mouth, took the bowl’s rim, and drank the soothing soup without hesitation.

Seeing him obediently take the medicine, Bai Xuan finally smiled.

She placed the empty bowl on the desk, sat on the arm of the boss chair, slightly bent over, embraced Jiang Heng’s neck, and kissed his lips that still had the sweetness of brown sugar.

After a while, slightly panting, Bai Xuan sat on the office chair, staring at Jiang Heng’s sweaty, pale face, and said with some regret: "Your body isn’t fit for strenuous activity. I shouldn’t have teased you. Are you dizzy again?"

Jiang Heng shook his head, comforting her: "Don’t worry about me, I’ll go take a shower."

He picked up the clothes from the floor, put them on, went to the main bedroom, took a bath, and then, wearing a bathrobe, went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Noticing Jiang Heng’s troubled demeanor, Bai Xuan followed him to the balcony.

Smelling the lingering smoke on the balcony, Bai Xuan looked at Jiang Heng with concern and asked worriedly: "Ah Heng, what’s bothering you? Can you tell me?"

Jiang Heng bit the tip of the cigarette, his long eyes squinted into two thin slits.

Staring at the garden in the back mountain of the estate, fused with the moonlight, Jiang Heng suddenly said: "Xuan’er, have you heard of Rashomon?"

Bai Xuan’s eyebrows twitched violently.

Her lazy posture leaning against the wall unconsciously straightened quite a bit. "Rashomon, huh, why did you suddenly think of that?"

Jiang Heng turned his head to look at Bai Xuan, eyes filled with tenderness.

After a moment, those sharp eyes transformed into a watery tenderness, resting on Bai Xuan’s wrist.

Staring at the old scar on Bai Xuan’s wrist, Jiang Heng reached out to grip that wrist, bowed his head, and gently steadied her scar.