The rain outside the window was still falling continuously, tapping continuously on the window of the room, making a monotonous and hypnotic sound.
Under the yellowish light in the room, Shen Kong was looking down at his upper body.
This body is thin and pale. It has obviously not seen much sunlight. The young man's tight and smooth skin is covered with protruding ribs. There are not many real powerful muscles from the chest to the lower abdomen. At first glance, it can't be carried by the shoulders or lifted by the hands. , weak in limbs, gentle and gentle, far different from the kidnapper B last time.
This time, my physical fitness is really not that good, but I can clearly feel inadequate after just a few simple moves.
The victory just now was basically based on Qiao Jin and his experience of walking on the line of life and death, rather than the strength of the body itself.
Shen Kong gently turned his shoulder blades and wrinkled his brows slightly. Although he was very careful, he was still inevitably bruised, and his shoulders and flanks showed dazzling blue marks. Purple looks particularly shocking on pale skin.
Fortunately, they were all flesh wounds.
Shen Kong simply wiped the medicated oil found in the room on the wound, and then put on clothes.
At this moment, the door of the bathroom not far away was pushed open, and Han Li, covered in steam, walked out. His wet black hair stuck tightly to his cheeks, softening his cold facial contours.
He was still wearing the old clothes Shen Kong took out from the closet. Fortunately, they were similar in stature and didn't look out of place.
Han Li raised his eyes to look at Shen Kong and whispered:
"Thank you before."
Shen Kong raised his eyelids, pointed lazily at the stool beside the bed, and ordered: "Sit down."
Han Li limped forward obediently and sat down obediently on the chair.
"Pull up your trouser legs."
Han Li paused, looked at Shen Kong intently, then bent down and slowly rolled up his trouser legs.
——From the ankles with protruding bones, to the slender calves, to the black and swollen knees.
There were three crooked scars running across the knees, lying like ugly centipedes on the purple-red wounds. They were pushed up by the swollen and congested skin, making them look like some kind of terrifying living thing.
Shen Kong frowned slightly. He remembered that the doctor said that Han Li's legs would have sequelae, but now it seemed to be more serious than he thought.
In addition, it was a rainy day today, and he had been severely wounded before. Han Li did not say a word from beginning to end, and never asked Shen Kong to walk slower, but limped behind him. , which made Shen Kong a little surprised. It seemed that this kid's endurance was pretty good, at least much better than the poor autistic kid in the previously transmitted plot.
He poured the medicinal oil into his palms, rubbed his hands together skillfully, and then pressed them on Han Li's knees.
The scorching palm was as hot as charcoal, and it pressed against the cold and moist skin without warning. Han Li shuddered slightly from the heat and subconsciously pursed his lips.
Shen Kong said in a deep voice: "Don't move."
As he moved, Han Li only felt that the pain in his knee became more severe, but the deep chill soaked deep in his bones had a tendency to lessen, as if his entire calf was being scorched by the hot, hot, and fiery pain. The entire palm of the hand was ignited, and heat began to radiate from deep within the texture, ironing the injured and cold bones and tendons warmly and appropriately.
Han Li pursed his lips, tightened his fingers slightly, and his entire calf began to tighten subconsciously.
Shen Kong skillfully pressed the bones under his skin, and his nimble fingertips skilfully passed through the gaps between bones, pressing the burning medicinal oil that was heated by body temperature into the texture of the skin.
It only lasted two or three minutes, but it seemed as if half a century had passed. Han Li felt that his back was getting hot and sweating, and the corners of his forehead and the tip of his nose were also covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and the whole room was steaming. It has a strong medicinal aroma.
Shen Kong stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and then walked to the bathroom to wash off the remaining medicinal oil on his hands.
Han Li, who was left alone in the living room, put down his trousers and carefully moved his knees. He felt that the stiff and swollen wounds on his knees were no longer too painful. Even the pain in his heart and lungs that had tortured him for many years in rainy seasons was no longer there. The cold and severe pain in his eyes had obviously slowed down a lot. He couldn't help but look up in surprise at the bathroom where the sound of rushing water came from. There was a complicated look in his dark eyes:
"You, what kind of medicine are you using?"
Shen Kong turned off the faucet, walked out of the bathroom, and replied casually:
"It's just ordinary medicated oil. You can buy it from the pharmacy at the door for 20 yuan."
He wasn't lying about this. Cheng Chen's family wasn't in a good situation, and the spare bruises and bruises at home were all very cheap civilian goods.
Shen Kong has been in danger for so many years and has almost become a doctor. He is not only an expert in breaking other people's bones, but also has extraordinary experience in treating his own wounds.
He took out an extra quilt from the closet and threw it on the sofa, not bothering to give up his position in the master bedroom:
"You sleep here."
After saying that, Shen Kong yawned and ignored Han Li and fell back on the bed.
He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but no matter how many times he pressed the screen button, the screen of the mobile phone went dark and there was no response at all. When he shook it hard, water droplets dripped from the gap on the side of the mobile phone - originally It was a very cheap machine, and it completely crashed when it was soaked in rain.
Shen Kong fiddled around for a while, then threw the completely damaged mobile phone aside, narrowed his eyes lazily, and began to miss the millions he had pried away from the kidnappers at the last time.
Although part of it was paid to the doctor, there is still more than 4 million US dollars left in the future. I don’t know if the money earned at the last time can be withdrawn at this time...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret a little - he should have gotten the eight million from the Zhao family before leaving.
In the previous world, Shen Kong had a very arbitrary attitude towards money.
After all, what he does is inherently precarious. After today, he cannot see tomorrow.
He is used to earning enough money at one time that an ordinary person can spend a lifetime, and then spending it all in one night, and he is always very knowledgeable in spending money. Shen Kong is the one who can always find the weirdest ways to spend money. , and then turn around and leave without hesitation when his pockets are empty - so his consumption attitude is very optimistic: life is a playground, do whatever you want, and you can withdraw at any time.
Shen Kong rested his arm on his pillow, staring at a small dark water stain seeping out from the edge of the dirty ceiling, thinking in trance:
Maybe... with this temporary status, he can go out and make a little money occasionally
The window was slapped by the night wind carrying raindrops, making a faint clanking sound in the quiet and dark night, which seemed particularly clear and abrupt in the quiet room.
Han Li had already made the bed. He lay down on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, and he stared thoughtfully at Shen Kong lying not far away.
He remembered this student——
Cheng Chen has just transferred to this school for only half a year. He is doing well in studies, but he is very withdrawn and seems to be deliberately excluded and isolated.
Although Han Li rarely comes to school, he basically knows most of what happens in the class, especially when there are transfer students in the class - after all, he has to always guard against the Han family in the capital noticing his secret actions here. , and Han Li had already experienced the dirty methods used by the Han family eight years ago, and his unpreparedness and blind trust cost him a leg.
But facing the person in front of him, Han Li found that he didn't understand him at all.
He seems to be indifferent to everything around him, but underneath this appearance there seems to be a paranoid and extreme sense of justice buried deep inside.
The strangest thing is that he seems to have no idea about himself.
And... maybe it was because of the circumstances in which the two met, that the other party seemed to treat him as some kind of weak person to protect...
You must know that no one who has come into contact with Han Li dares to look at him with the eyes of a weak person. He does not often show up in the school, and those students who know nothing about him always instinctively treat him with three points of awe. and be careful.
And the other party's contempt and vague feeling of protection... It's very strange.
But for some reason, Han Li didn't hate it.