In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me!-Chapter 177: Threads Removed
The same thought surfaced in both their minds, were assassins all this straightforward in their thinking...?
"Then you’d better just give me money," Yue Mingxuan said helplessly.
Letting this half-baked fellow take him out of the valley, who knew what might happen along the way?
Shang Qinghua or Rong Qinglei, even Rong Tieshan, would all be more reliable than him.
Hearing Yue Mingxuan say this, Xi Yu casually tossed over a gold ingot.
Yue Mingxuan contentedly put the gold into his pocket and said to him, "Lie down over there, and remember to take off your top."
"Aren’t you going to disinfect or something?"
Seeing that Yue Mingxuan looked like he was about to remove the stitches on the spot, Xi Yu hurriedly said, "At least wash it or do something first."
Yue Mingxuan glanced at Xi Yu.
Not bad, after only a few days in the medical hall, he even knew to talk about disinfection now.
Those few days had truly been a nightmare-like period for Xi Yu.
Twice a day, a strange-smelling liquid called alcohol would be applied to his wound.
It hurt, went numb, and stung all at once, tormenting him so badly that he lost a noticeable amount of weight.
However, thanks to that strange liquid, this injury healed faster than his previous ones, so the word slipped out unconsciously this time.
Yue Mingxuan stood up and habitually gave Xi Yu’s head a light smack. "No need. Your wound is already almost healed. Go lie down over there."
Seeing this, Li Xunhuan felt a bit of pity for Yue Mingxuan.
Such an interesting person, yet he was about to throw his life away over such a small gesture, the last person who dared treat Xi Yu like that now had grass half a person tall growing over his grave.
Li Xunhuan stood up and moved farther away, afraid blood might splatter onto him.
Yet he then discovered that this time, it was Xi Yu and Yue Mingxuan who were looking at him like he was an idiot.
After being smacked by Yue Mingxuan, an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly surfaced in Xi Yu’s heart.
He stared deeply at Yue Mingxuan, said nothing, and obediently lay down to the side.
Yue Mingxuan carefully examined the wound on Xi Yu’s back.
Mm, it had recovered quite well.
He then turned to Li Xunhuan and asked, "Do you have a small knife? Can I borrow it?"
Li Xunhuan was still feeling awkward about his earlier reaction and Yue Mingxuan’s request conveniently gave him a way out.
He took an exquisitely decorated small knife from his chest and handed it to Yue Mingxuan, then sat down nearby.
Taking the knife Li Xunhuan handed over, Yue Mingxuan carefully picked out the threads from Xi Yu’s back one by one.
Some had grown into the flesh, so he used the knife to cut them open before removing them.
A few threads had grown quite deep, and the cuts ended up a bit larger.
Xi Yu was tough, though, he did not make a sound from beginning to end.
The threads were soon removed.
Yue Mingxuan patted his hands and stood up. "All done. After a while longer, your wound will be completely healed."
Xi Yu stood up and put his outer robe back on, then handed Yue Mingxuan a banknote.
Yue Mingxuan glanced at the amount written on it, it was a full one hundred taels of gold.
Yue Mingxuan looked at Xi Yu with some curiosity.
Had he recognized him? But Xi Yu’s behavior did not seem like he had.
In any case, money in hand was always a good thing.
Yue Mingxuan put the banknote away and said with a smile, "Young Master Xi is truly generous."
Xi Yu glanced at Yue Mingxuan without saying anything, then turned around and left with a swift movement.
Li Xunhuan likewise said nothing and followed Xi Yu as he departed.
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Yue Mingxuan could not help but sigh, having martial arts really was great.
After sighing for a moment, Yue Mingxuan lowered his head and realized that Li Xunhuan’s small knife was still in his hand.
He ran forward a few steps, but there was no sign of either of them, so he had no choice but to put the knife away into the hidden jade bracelet.
...
Shang Qinghua leaned against the window, holding in his hand the letter sent by Wu Bingjian.
Although Wu Bingjian was heartless, he was at least sensible.
Upon receiving Yue Mingxuan’s letter, he had delivered it to Shang Qinghua overnight.
Thinking of how the thirty-six shadow guards he had dispatched had searched every brothel named Piaoxiang Courtyard within a three hundred meter radius without finding any trace of Yue Mingxuan, Shang Qinghua felt his temples begin to throb with pain.
So many days had passed and he was a lone person in a brothel.
What if something happened to him...?
The moment that thought arose, Shang Qinghua could no longer sit still and stood up to go out.
At that moment, Mo Yi entered carrying medicine.
Seeing Shang Qinghua about to leave, he hurried forward to support him. "Master, just tell me what you need done."
Shang Qinghua replied concisely, "Prepare a horse."
Seeing that Shang Qinghua was eager to go out, Mo Yi quickly stopped him. "Master, you can barely walk right now, let alone ride a horse. You are of precious status, you must take care of yourself."
Hearing Mo Yi say this, Shang Qinghua sat down dejectedly.
What precious status?
He could not even protect the person he wanted to protect.
Bound layer upon layer by so-called duties and responsibilities, he could not even step outside now.
With a body full of martial skills he could not use, all he could do was anxiously watch each useless report come in.
He slammed his fist into the wooden frame of the couch and blood immediately seeped from his hand.
