After entering the room, he froze again.
The clean protagonist deserves to be the protagonist. After the tangled blood stains and spots are washed away, the original face of the protagonist is revealed.
It was a very handsome face.
Even though the bones of the right eye are bare, there are other unhealed scars on the face, the skin is pale, and it looks sickly and unhealthy, but it still can't hide the good looks in the eyebrows and eyes.
Rong Wan has been in the entertainment industry for several years, so he has seen all kinds of faces, but he still can't help admiring the protagonist's appearance. It's a pity that in this empire, strength and class are everything, and the protagonist was born with a doom-like energy source, so it's hard not to be treated as a monster. He couldn't help but look at the protagonist several times—
Of course, keep your eyes cold and cold.
Being stared at by him like this, the protagonist naturally became vigilant again, and subconsciously picked up his tattered prison uniform, intending to put it on and climb out of the barrel.
The water in the wooden barrel was originally clear, but now it all smelled of blood. Some blood scabs on the protagonist's body were even rubbed red with disgust by himself, and some wounds were slightly swollen due to soaking in water, and blood oozes again. Regardless, he seems to be doing a lot better.
Naturally, he couldn't be allowed to put on the dirty clothes before, it would definitely cause inflammation, so he took a step ahead and grabbed the smelly clothes. I wanted to throw it into the trash can, but I paused for a moment, I didn't make this gesture of disgust in front of the protagonist——
He called two servants over, let them take away, and brought clean clothes.
Rong Wan dismissed the subordinates, regardless of the protagonist's shock and struggle, he hugged him horizontally as he did when he was carried into the bathtub, then put him on the bed, put his clothes on him three times, and gave him a One buttoned.
Of course, the process is not easy.
Because of the protagonist's resistance, the water in the tub flooded the entire room, and the carpet was in a mess, including Rong Wan's straight white shirt, which was stained with the protagonist's blood.
And wear it from morning to afternoon. Fortunately, it was finally put on.
The protagonist is leaning against the head of the bed stiffly, or can't say leaning - he doesn't dare to relax his back completely. It just curled up, like a hard shrimp, trying to shrink itself. His knuckles, which were bleeding from the skin and showing bones, were tightly clenched on the soft silk pajamas, his legs did not dare to straighten, trying to get close to his body, he lowered his head, opened his empty eyes, and uneasily looked at the flesh on his body Change.
The silk pajamas were as soft as the softest feathers just plucked from a swan, and they were almost weightless against the body. Even if the festering wound is rubbed, there will be some itching, but that is all within his tolerance.
I don't understand today.
He naturally knows that many people will be treated with good food and good food before they are sent to the guillotine, but that is also a luxury for a monster like him. The general can send him to hell at any time without creating such a dreamlike generally treated well.
After Rong finished asking the servants to clean up the room, when he turned his head away, he saw that he was being stared at by the protagonist. That dark eye was gloomy and lifeless. Of course, the strong hatred when he was brought out of the prison had subsided a lot, replaced by vigilance and confusion.
After that, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
The protagonist flinched indistinctly, leaning his back against the back of the bed, moving a little further away from him. All the while, she kept staring at him.
After seeing that the wound on the protagonist's body has been cleaned, the next step is to apply the ointment. In the first twenty-five years of the protagonist's life, I am afraid that there is no concept of healing at all, so the wounds are tangled and strange, all over the body, like a huge deformed bird monster, extending ugly wing patterns.
But fortunately, the empire's medical skills have advanced to the point where it can bring the dead back to life, so even if these scars have been lingering for many years, they can gradually recover under careful care.
So Rong Wan called a doctor—it was impossible to have a personal doctor named General Zhu Jing, and if it got out, he would be the first person in the entire empire to treat slaves so well, and people would definitely be suspicious.
So he called a doctor from a nearby small hospital from the address book. There is no problem in treating these traumas.
After the doctor came, the protagonist's eyes were full of vigilance and defense, but You Rongwan sat aside, he just shrank in the corner, and did not try to defend against the murderous move.
On the contrary, Doctor Chase looked at the slave by the bed frequently, his heart filled with shock and surprise.
Did Admiral Zhujing suddenly become playful again? Why did he suddenly order him to heal the wounds of such a slave—this slave has the mark of a war experiment on the tip of his ear, and he looks like the lowest kind of slave! Those who have been in the dirtiest dirt are no different from maggots and rats emitting a foul smell in the eyes of these gentlemen.
To treat such a monster? I'm afraid the general is crazy!
Chase showed embarrassment and disgust on his face, but he didn't dare to disobey the admiral's order, so he could only grit his teeth and approach the slave, and checked him.
Unexpectedly, this slave was very tenacious in his life.
He used to work as a military doctor in the prison office, and the slaves he saw coming off the battlefield had more or less various problems. The heart, lungs, and kidneys were all rotten like seventy or eighty-year-olds. up. But this slave doesn't have those conditions, he has countless injuries, but his recovery ability is very good, the internal organs in his body are young and healthy—
That is, he seemed to be mentally ill, staring at him viciously all the time, ready to stick out his fangs at any time.
How dare you resist in front of an admiral whose rank is second only to the royal family
Chase was disgusted, yet disbelieving.
Naturally, Rong Wan also noticed the white coat's hatred for the protagonist, and the protagonist's growing restlessness. He was afraid that the protagonist's emotions, which were finally calmed down, would be on the verge of madness again, so he stood up and said to the doctor with a cold face, "As soon as possible, I don't have that much time for you."
"Yes, Admiral." Chez's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't dare to be negligent, and he moved quickly, prescribing ointment to apply to the wound, and some wound healing medicine to maintain physical strength.
The technology of the empire is already quite advanced. After he dispensed the prescription, he searched the machine he brought with him, and soon presented a few packs of medicine to Rong Wan.
Chase said respectfully: "The smeared medicine is once every three days, and the oral medicine can be taken more."
Rong Wan looked at the packs of white pills for oral administration, and asked, "Are there any taboos, such as possible complications?"
His words were just a casual question, unexpectedly Chez opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief, and the eyelashes of the protagonist on the bedside also trembled, as if he heard something he had never heard in his life—
Chez swallowed, feeling terrified in his heart, only feeling that the general was so perverted that his mind was a little abnormal. Even if the slave had some problems after taking the medicine, or the pain was unbearable, would anyone care about this in this world? ! The question asked by the general is simply unheard of! Could it be that this slave is some kind of treasure? He should be grateful to be able to treat his illness, but he still cares about problems that are not complicated!
Rong Wan also realized his mistake, so he quickly put on a straight face, parted his lips gloomily, and said coldly: "Doctor, your duty is to provide medicine, not to stand in front of me with your useless head and think wildly! "
The general is really abnormal, the cold aura makes the whole room depressed!
Dr. Chase stared at the skulls of those people hanging on the wall, sweating even more, and felt that his head was about to die, so he hurriedly replied tremblingly: "This medicine has no pain relief effect, only rapid healing effect, take it The more you eat, the more severe the pain will be. Therefore, as long as the pain is within the tolerance range, you can eat more to promote the healing of festering wounds as soon as possible!"
The admiral snorted coldly.
Without punishing himself, the doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the general spoke again, staring at him with cold light brown eyes: "Apply medicine to him."
Some of the wounds on the protagonist's body are connected to the nerves. If he or the protagonist applied the medicine himself, it would be clumsy to make the wounds burst even more.
Although the doctor did not dare to disobey, a little fear and disgust were revealed on his face.
He walked over with the ointment. But who knew that before he touched the slave, the slave struggled violently and resisted him even more. The slave struggled to move to the other side of the bed. He would rather the wound burst open than stare at him viciously. His bony fingers pressed on the bed, making a terrifying click sound, as if as long as the doctor approached, he would be relentless. Hesitant to pinch the throat!
It was the first time for the doctor to see such a cruel slave, and he couldn't help feeling a pain in his neck.
Drenched in cold sweat, he turned his head to look at General Shang without tears.
Rong Wan didn't expect that the protagonist seemed to be in a much better mental state just now, but now he was approached by the doctor, and unexpectedly changed back to the state of attack and defense. But he quickly realized what was going on—
Even though the protagonist has been brainwashed for several years, he is still a person, and he can keenly perceive who is contemptuous and malicious towards him. Even though the doctor prescribed medicine for him, he was reluctant and treated him like a bedbug crawling under his feet.
At this moment, I deeply understand how difficult it is to complete the tasks of the system.
He paused, waved his hand at the doctor, and said with a stern expression, "Come here, you step back first."
Dr. Chase bowed hastily as if he was pardoned, picked up his medicine box, and ran away quickly.
Once again there were only two people left in the room.
Without saying a word, Rong Wan picked up the ointment on the table and walked over. And the protagonist stared at him coldly, three steps, two steps, when he was only one step closer to the protagonist, the protagonist did not release from the defensive state, but the frightened sound in his throat stopped, and used Scarlet eyes stared at him—
Rong Wan spread out his hand, slowed down his expression, and signaled that he was not malicious.
"I'll apply the medicine to you, and you'll feel much better after applying it."
But his left brain immediately ached, because it was impossible for General Zhujing to treat a slave with such a gentle side. But Rong Wan also figured out the rules. When he did something that didn't conform to the character's setting, he would have a headache, but there seemed to be no other punishment. Therefore, as long as you persist for a while, you can successfully make the protagonist accept the medicine.
But to his surprise—
Facing him, the protagonist didn't resist so much. Although he curled up stiffly and stared at him, he did not act aggressively like he did to Dr. Chase.
Rong Wan was somewhat relieved, so he sat over, dipped his fingers in the ointment, and pulled the protagonist's leg, starting from his bloody knee.
The ointment seemed to be irritating, even if his fingers touched it a little, his fingers felt numb, hot and tingling. He didn't know what kind of excruciating pain it would be if it was applied on the protagonist's skin covered with blood scabs, or another kind of criminal law. But in short, the protagonist is silent from beginning to end. Rong Wan could only force himself to ignore that point, frowning, and seriously applied medicine to all the wounds on his body.
That was another rather long process, from afternoon to evening.
Sweat was already seeping on his forehead.
Jin Zhao lowered his eyes and stared at the person in front of him applying medicine for himself with a blank expression. The movement was so gentle that it seemed to be cherishing something fragile.
Jin Zhao felt very unreal, his whole body was stiff, but he didn't dare to move an inch. I'm afraid that if I move, everything will disappear like a mirror flower in the water moon.
He grabbed the corner of his pajamas with his fingers, and couldn't feel the sting of the ointment on his body at all-this kind of pain was not worth mentioning to him. However, he was still trembling, every time the admiral's fingers touched his skin, he was as if electrified.
He finally realized that the Admiral didn't treat him like a monster.
But when he turned his terrifying eyeballs and looked up at those light brown pupils, he still clearly saw himself in them—an ugly, scarred and blood-scabby person whose mental power had been taken away, like a defective product. , Even being used as a weapon without self-awareness, unbearable things.
He was desperate and angry for a moment, but that anger quickly turned into a strong inferiority complex under the caress of the general's cold fingers.
He turned his head away in pain, no longer looking into the admiral's eyes.
After applying the medicine, I found that many shallow wounds had formed pink scabs, and the deep wounds began to heal slowly. He didn't expect the medicinal effect of this empire to be so powerful, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.
If you can bring it back to your own world, wouldn't you be able to get rich quickly? That's a shitty entertainer, he's exhausted from hanging on to Wia all day long! Rong Wan thought happily, and put the blanket on the protagonist.
With such a smile, his left temple immediately tingled.
grass.
Rong Wan quickly restrained his face, switched to a cold expression, and stood up abruptly like a neurotic with uncertain weather.
"And this, you heard what the doctor said, eat it." Rong Wan opened the medicine box and handed over a lozenge to eat.
The protagonist's eyes were still vigilant, and he held it in his palm for a long, long time. When it was so long that he wanted to stuff it into his mouth, he picked up the medicine and ate it.
—Is this finally letting go of part of my guard against him
Rong Wan thought proudly, he really is the No. 1 in ability, no matter what industry he goes to, he can keep his job! Just when he was about to open the drawer and hand the silver mask to the protagonist—the protagonist’s eyes cannot be recovered yet, and it will take some time to find suitable eyes and cure him. So during this period, Rongwan hoped to use a cool mask to make him feel that he is not a different kind.
The door of the room was suddenly knocked twice.
The clear and magnetic voice outside the door came with a slight smile, "Zhu Jing, can I go in? I heard that you brought another slave back from the prison. Why, is it for me?"
Hearing this voice, Rong Wan suddenly thumped.
This sentence is simply the original sentence that appeared in the original text, and it made him guess who it was!
The person outside the door is named Lu Sujun, who is also from the upper class, and now serves as the head of the royal guards. He and Admiral Zhu Jing grew up together, and their relationship can be said to be very good. In the original text, it is clearly stated that he has some kind of hidden and unspeakable thoughts about Admiral Zhu Jing. As for Zhu Jing, because of his perverted personality, it is not known whether he has the same thoughts about Lu Sujun.
The only thing he knew was that Zhu Jing was extremely cruel and cruel to other people, including his own subordinates. Only for this bamboo horse who grew up together, there is still a bit of tenderness. To him, Lu Sujun is different. In the original text, a few days after he brought the protagonist back, he gave the protagonist to Lu Sujun—
But Lu Sujun is still a normal person, not as perverted as him. He locked the protagonist for a few days, and the protagonist was always trying to escape, like an untamable beast. He found it boring, so he returned the protagonist to Admiral Zhujing .
And now...
After hearing Lu Sujun's words, the protagonist suddenly raised his head, his bottomless eyes were filled with shock and disappointment—if you look carefully, you will find that there is no anger.
Because he has experienced enough betrayal, abandonment, and abandonment, his heart is like a dead place that cannot produce fire, and he no longer feels angry.
—The admiral's so-called kind treatment turned out to be just to give him to others.
At the same time, Lu Sujun opened the door curiously without hearing the answer from inside.
The author has something to say: Rong Wan: The heart must continue to be fiery, and the eyes must remain cold ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ
Jinzhao: ▼_▼Admiral smells so good
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