"Mr. Huai, what's the matter?"
Shaoyue looked outside the room with a somewhat anxious look, wanting to get around Huaihui, but feeling a little embarrassed.
"The elder of the Medicine Refining Hall has sent the medicine over. I can start treating the wounds on your hands."
Huaihui moved quietly, completely blocking her view of the outside.
When Shaoyue heard the news, she was happy at first, and then showed a troubled look on her face.
"But I made an appointment with Mr. Ji to go down the mountain together today. It wouldn't be a good idea to miss the appointment. How about we start treatment from tomorrow?"
"Miss Shao, although the wound on your hand has been temporarily suppressed by me, it may still cause some damage to you. The sooner you treat it, the better. I think Brother Ji will understand if you don't go today."
Huaihui refused to give in and said he must start treatment from today.
Helpless, Shaoyue could only send a letter to Ji Xuanhe and arrange for the next meeting.
After returning to the house, Huaihui handed the elixir in the storage bag to Shao Yue and brought her a cup of warm tea to help her swallow.
"Thank you."
Shaoyue poured out a pill and swallowed it into her throat, then picked up the tea and drank it all without any hesitation.
After taking the medicine, she rolled up her sleeves. The whole process was as smooth as if it had been rehearsed in advance, without a single movement that delayed time.
Huaihui felt a little uncomfortable, but when he saw the tooth marks on Shaoyue's wrist, he calmed down and sent out spiritual energy seriously to disperse the black energy again and again.
Under the influence of the elixir, Shaoyue's body temperature rose slightly, especially her wrists, which turned from soft white like jade to pink.
Looking at it vaguely, it seems that some heat is steaming out.
The strength of the dispersed black energy was reduced, and it lingered at the teeth marks. It wanted to enter but was repelled by the heat.
Gradually, some of the black energy that had not had time to gather disappeared in the air.
After one round, although it is not very obvious, you can still see that the black energy in the tooth marks has become lighter.
"Ok?"
Seeing Huaihui stop his movements, Shao Yue asked eagerly.
"It's okay for today, but from now on I have to come for treatment every afternoon."
Shaoyue groaned unhappily, but she knew this was very important to her, so she could only postpone the agreement with Ji Xuanhe day by day.
The next day when Shaoyue came to see Ji Xuanhe practicing his sword, he told him about this matter.
Ji Xuanhe was a little disappointed, but he also knew that treating wounds was important, so he comforted her with a smile:
"It's okay. I'll take you there when you get better."
Because the time spent together in the afternoon was reduced, Xuanhe seemed to have become a chatterbox after practicing Sword Ji in the morning, and he and Shaoyue were almost never separated.
In the afternoon, Huaihui treated her and saw that her attitude was visibly different from Shaoyue's cooperation and initiative towards Ji Xuanhe in the morning.
Gentle and polite, exactly the same as the way he treated her before.
And Huaihui didn't know if it was his own misunderstanding. After Shaoyue really got in touch with Ji Xuanhe, the people who seemed eager in Wang's house began to keep a distance from him.
Huaihui thought of a folk saying, "The bride has been married, but the matchmaker has been thrown into the wall."
If you can understand Ji Xuanhe directly, you don't need him as a channel of indirect understanding. Although I can't remember the specific words of the saying, it almost means that.
Obviously he was the one who saved her, so he should be the one who should enjoy her gentle smile.
Although Huaihui told himself countless times that this shouldn't be the case, such thoughts would still appear in his mind from time to time.
It was as if the scene that needed no explanation was still in front of him, and a touch of regret filled his heart.
Huaihui closed his eyes forcefully, never allowing himself to make a mistake.
Later, he would deliberately not watch the scenes of Ji Xuanhe and Shao Yue getting along. When he saw Ji Xuanhe looking for Shao Yue, he would put away his sword and go back to the cave to meditate and practice.
This indeed made him feel a lot calmer, but when he came to his senses again, he found that there was some ambiguous feelings between Shaoyue and Ji Xuanhe.
In the past, one of them only had a crush on her because of her life-saving grace, and the other was happy to get along with her because she valued him more than Huaihui.
When did it develop to this point?
Huaihui's heart was raging, and he covered his face with his hands, his eyes dark.
He actually became the matchmaker between the two of them. What he had been joking about before became a reality, but Huaihui couldn't accept it.
Recalling the scene last night when Ji Xuanhe and Shao Yue took turns telling him about the incident, Huaihui could no longer sit still, stood up, and asked Shao Yue out.
At night, the two of them walked in the quiet mountains, the atmosphere was peaceful.
Huaihui pondered for a long time and finally said:
"Miss Shao, you and Brother Ji..."
When Huaihui mentioned someone whose relationship with him had changed recently, half of the usually steady girl's neck turned red.
Shaoyue stopped walking forward and looked at Huaihui expectantly.
"Mr. Huai, you are Xuan He's good friend, and I also regard you as a good friend. You will bless us, right?"
She called Ji Xuanhewei the dear Xuanhe, called herself the unfamiliar Mr. Huai, and said she regarded herself as a good friend.
Huaihui clenched his curled fingers into a fist, squeezed, and then let go.
"Miss Shao, have you really thought about it? Don't you remember what happened to the white-headed short-legged bird? Because of the life-saving grace, the bird promised to marry Miss Wang, but what happened..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an angry Shao Yue.
"Mr. Huai. That white-headed short-legged bird is because I take it for granted, but Xuan He and I are in love, so of course the ending will be different."
"Brother Ji is a monastic disciple, and his lifespan is a hundred times longer than that of ordinary people. This means that your relationship is destined to not end well."
"Stop talking. Even if it doesn't end well, so what, you don't need to worry about it."
Shaoyue's eyes were moist, she glanced at him angrily, turned around and went home.
She was angry, and Huaihui was even more angry. Under the fluctuation of emotions, the burning feeling in his chest became more and more clear.
He stroked his chest, took a breath, and ran after Shao Yue to apologize, ignoring the strangeness on his body.
The two barely restored superficial peace, but only they knew what they were thinking deep inside.
Shaoyue and Ji Xuanhe were still in the vague and ambiguous stage of intimacy, and the incident Huaihui mentioned did prevent further development to a certain extent.
Huaihui didn't know what she was thinking. He felt out of breath when he saw the two of them getting close to each other in the morning.
When it was time to dispel the black energy from Shaoyue in the afternoon, I was still thinking about this matter.
Shaoyue remembered Huaihui's words that night and was still a little angry. She turned her head and refused to talk to him.
Huaihui was also distracted, so he didn't notice that all the increasingly faint black energy entered his body.
As time passed, the pills Shaoyue took gradually decreased, and the black energy on his hands became weaker and weaker, until it finally disappeared.
"I'm better? I'm really better! Mr. Huai, thank you very much for these days."
Shaoyue held her wrist and saw that there was no trace of teeth marks on it, and happily thanked Huaihui.
