In the courtyard, in a room in the main house.
Yin Shaojie was lying sideways on the wicker chair, with cold sweat on his forehead. He looked back and used his hands to untie the tape on his hip bones with difficulty.
"Shaojie, are you injured?" Song Shijun pushed open the door and came to understand as soon as he saw his condition.
Yin Shaojie raised his eyes and glanced at him, then uttered a few words with his thin lips white, "Come here and help me."
Song Shijun hurried over and helped him untie the tape. Then he saw the injury and frowned, "What's going on?"
It didn't look like a stab wound or a gunshot wound. It was just a bloody patch, which looked particularly scary.
"Don't ask, hurry up!" Yin Shaojie said anxiously, counting the time in his mind. A small bath would take more than ten minutes at the fastest. He had to finish it quickly and go back before she came out, so as not to make her suspicious. .
Song Shijun didn't say much more, and the movements of his hands were very professional to help him deal with the wound.
After he took off the bloody gauze, Yin Shaojie commanded him, "Use the antidote."
Song Shijun was shocked, "Poison? Have you been poisoned?"
However, if you look at the blood stains on the gauze, most of them are bright red and only a few dots are black, which means that the poison of the wound has been almost removed.
But just in case, it's better to use some antidote.
Song Shijun took out a special antidote from the medicine box in front of him, applied it to Yin Shaojie, and then applied a layer of medicine that could quickly heal the wound.
Just when he was about to apply another special medicine, Yin Shaojie stopped him, "No need to apply this."
"Why? This can relieve pain. Otherwise, how much pain would it be if you were like this now?" Song Shijun asked puzzledly, feeling a little frightened when he thought of the wound he just saw.
Yin Shaojie still shook his head insistently, "You can't put this on. The smell of this medicine is too strong. Xiaoxiao will smell it."
Song Shijun immediately understood that he mainly didn't want Xiaoxiao to know.
He had no choice but not to apply this medicine, but he thought about it and found other tasteless medicine. Although it didn't have much effect, it was at least better than nothing.
Then he re-bandaged his wound and taped it with tape.
The tape is applied to hide the wound so that it will not be visible at a glance. Even if you touch it, you will not immediately realize that there is an injury.
Song Shijun asked, "What happened? You came late because you were injured? But why can't you get through on your phone?"
"The phone is out of battery." Yin Shaojie answered the question, looking sideways at the wound to make sure it was well bandaged, and then put down his clothes.
When he was about to get up and leave, Song Shijun held him down.
"Don't leave yet. I'm going to make something for you. How can you endure it like this?"
Yin Shaojie knew what he meant, but he shook his head and said, "No, I have to rush back, lest Xiaoxiao know that I'm out."
"What does this have to do with it? Just say that you came out to see me. If you can't explain it well, then just say that I asked you to come out for something. Isn't that enough? Look at how pale your face is. You don't want Xiaoxiao to see it. Come out? Sit down and wait for a few minutes."
After Song Shijun finished speaking, he walked out of the room.
Yin Shaojie had no choice. He did feel pain now. If the pain was not relieved, he was worried that he would be exposed.
A few minutes later, Song Shijun came back and handed a cup to Yin Shaojie.
"It's almost cold now. You can drink it."
(End of chapter)