Zimo curled his lips, pointed at the oil lamp on the bedside table and said, "It can't light." He had never used this kind of flint and steel, and after trying for a long time, it didn't work, so he had to give up.
Yuan Hao lit the oil lamp in his room and sighed: "It is indeed the young master's fate. He didn't even use the flint."
Zimo snorted and did not answer the question, but asked, "You and your sister have been gone for so long, nothing happened."
When Yuan Hao heard this, he immediately got excited: "I was just about to say this, but that damn Liu Wenxuan was hiding at the foot of Ziwu Slope and knocked me out with a stick. I'm still in pain."
When Zimo heard this, he was so shocked that he sat up regardless of his leg injury and reached out to grab Yuan Hao's arm: "Where is your sister? Is your sister okay?"
Yuan Hao shook his head: "My sister is fine. She said she drove away Liu Wenxuan."
"She said? You didn't see her?"
"Didn't I tell you that I was knocked unconscious by Liu Wenxuan with a stick? How did you see it? It was my sister who said that she pricked Liu Wenxuan's itchy hole with a silver needle and is now howling at home."
Zimo shook his head: "No, call my sister over quickly and I'll ask her."
Wuhao was just a child after all, and he didn't understand what Zimo was worried about.
"Why are you looking for me?" Yuan Qiu also entered the house carrying an oil lamp and a green bamboo tube in his other hand.
Zimo looked her up and down. Her hair and clothes were neat, and her face was as usual. He couldn't tell anything: "Are you really okay? That home didn't treat you..."
"Yuan Hao, you go and light two more oil lamps and come in." She cut off Zimo's words, not wanting to discuss this kind of thing in front of Yuan Hao. When Yuan Hao gets angry, something might happen.
Yuan Hao ran out, and Yuan Qiu looked at Zimo and said, "I'm really fine. Don't say this in front of Yuan Hao, lest he think too much and do bad things."
She put down the oil lamp and stepped forward to check his wounds: "Lie down and don't move."
Zimo lay down obediently, with a calm expression on his face, but his heart was filled with emotions. He secretly gritted his teeth and said: Liu Wenxuan, just wait, I will let you know what will happen to you if you provoke someone you shouldn't provoke.
She poured a cup of spring water from the bamboo tube and gave it to Zimo.
"What is this?" Zimo raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. It tasted pretty good, sweet and cool.
"Don't ask so many questions. I won't hurt you after all." She quickly untied the wooden board that bound his calf, uncovered the gauze with herbal medicine, and first washed it with cotton dipped in white wine. The pain made Zimo tremble. Air conditioning.
After cleaning, she used clean gauze filled with ancient spring water and applied it to the wound.
After a while, she looked up and asked, "How do you feel?"
Zimo's eyes were filled with wonder: "It doesn't seem to hurt as much as before. What is this?"
Yuan Qiu's eyes lit up. It was indeed effective. With this, Zimo's leg injury could recover faster.
After finishing all this work, she remembered that she hadn't eaten dinner. Although she was too busy and not hungry, Yuan Hao was just growing up. He didn't say anything, so he must be hungry.
Seeing his sister going to the kitchen to cook again, Yuan Hao sighed: "Brother Zimo, I'm not telling you, since you came to our house, my sister is much more tired than usual. If I hadn't gone to fetch this ancient spring water for you today, And I won’t meet a bad guy like Liu Wenxuan.”
Zimo's heart was slightly shaken, and he pointed to the green bamboo tube lying aside and said, "Is the water in this place filled with ancient spring water? Is your sister rushing into the mountain because of me?"
"Of course it's for you, but could it be for me? My sister saw that you were in pain and wanted to use ancient spring water to relieve your pain, so she went into the mountain regardless of the time. Do you think she likes to walk at night?"