The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Wu Kui and Song Shuwen finally stood on the top of the cliff. The whistling wind blew past their ears, and their clothes rustled in the wind.

Their faces were filled with exhaustion, yet also with a sense of relief at having survived the disaster.

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui with gratitude in his eyes: "If it weren't for you this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come here alive. Thank you so much."

Wu Kui nodded slightly, but his expression remained stern: "In that case, go back quickly."

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui, hesitant to speak, but finally mustered up the courage to say, "Promise me that you won't commit suicide again."

Wu Kui's face darkened instantly, and he scolded him harshly: "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it."

Song Shuwen was not scared off by Wu Kui's reprimand. He continued to comfort her: "Think about your parents. They raised you with great difficulty. How sad they would be if you gave up your life so easily. And those who care about you would be very sad too."

Wu Kui turned his head away and remained silent.

Song Shuwen knew that he couldn't change Wu Kui's mind in a short time. He sighed and said, "Okay, I hope you can think about what I said. I'm leaving first. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Song Shuwen turned and left.

Wu Kui looked at Song Shuwen's receding back, with a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

Wu Kui dragged his tired body slowly towards the door of his home. When his figure appeared at the door, his mother Lin Shuhong widened her eyes, her face full of shock and disbelief.

Lin Dajiang, who was sitting next to him, also stood up suddenly, and the expression on his face gradually changed from astonishment to surprise.

He rushed to Wu Kui's side, holding his arm with trembling hands, and said in a voice full of excitement: "You...you are not dead yet? That's great!"

Wu Kui looked at his uncle and mother, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He called softly, "Uncle."

Lin Dajiang kept looking Wu Kui up and down, as if he wanted to make sure that the person in front of him was really his nephew who was intact.

Lin Shuhong was in tears at this time. She rushed to Wu Kui, grabbed her son's arm tightly with both hands, and asked in a choked voice: "Son, what happened? I saw you jump off the cliff with my own eyes!"

Wu Kui looked at his mother's sad and confused expression, and his heart was filled with guilt.

He lowered his head slightly and said slowly: "Mom, I also thought I was dead. The moment I jumped off the cliff, my heart was filled with despair. But maybe God really didn't want me to die."

Lin Shuhong hugged her son tightly, crying: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Don't do stupid things again in the future."

Wu Kui gently loosened his arms, which had been tightly hugging his mother, his eyes revealing a hint of stubbornness and determination.

"Mother, you must agree to my request, otherwise I will commit suicide again."

When Lin Shuhong heard this, the joy that had just appeared on her face because of her son's return was instantly replaced by panic.

"Son, I will agree to whatever you ask for. As long as you are alive and well, that is better than anything else."

Wu Kui frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Mother, I hope you will not interfere too much in my life in the future. Let me choose my own path and take my own responsibilities."

"Okay, son, I promise you. As long as you are well, I will do whatever you say."

Song Shuwen looked at the endless road ahead, feeling a little regretful.

He should ask Wu Kui where this place is from.

The scorching sun shines mercilessly on the earth, and the dry air seems to suck all the moisture out of people's bodies.

Song Shuwen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surroundings were still deserted. Song Shuwen's lips were already chapped and his throat was dry. Just when he felt a little desperate, he suddenly saw a family not far ahead.

That family stood alone between heaven and earth, like a lighthouse in the desert, giving Song Shuwen hope.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the house.

When he got closer, he saw that the door was open, and Song Shuwen was delighted.

He knocked on the door gently, and when no one answered, he walked in cautiously.

The yard was quiet, with only a well and some simple farm tools.

Song Shuwen walked to the door and said softly, "Is anyone here? I'm passing by here and would like to ask for a glass of water. I'd also like to ask where this place is."

There was still no movement in the room, and Song Shuwen felt a little uneasy.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to wait.

After a while, he heard light footsteps coming from the room, and then the door slowly opened, and a kind-faced old man appeared in front of him.

The old man looked at Song Shuwen with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Who are you? Where are you from?"

Song Shuwen quickly bowed and said respectfully, "Old man, I am Song Shuwen. I accidentally got lost and came here. I am really thirsty and would like to ask for a glass of water. I hope you can help me. In addition, I would like to ask, where is this place?"

The old man looked at Song Shuwen's tired appearance, nodded, turned into the house, poured some water and handed it to Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen gratefully took the water, drank it all in one gulp, and immediately felt much better.

The old man said slowly: "This is a small village on the edge of the desert. Few people pass by. Where are you going? How did you get here?"

Song Shuwen sighed and briefly recounted his experience.

After hearing this, the old man frowned slightly and said, "You want to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion? That's still a long way to go."

After Song Shuwen talked with the old man, his heart sank again.

Upon learning that this was still Youzhou's territory and more than a hundred miles away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, his brows furrowed tightly.

Considering that the mastermind behind this may be not far from here, but we don’t know his exact location, it is indeed difficult to find his hideout.

He continued to talk to the old man, trying to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment and try to find some clues from it.

However, the worry in my heart always lingers.

The old man saw his anxiety and said, "If you just walk, you don't know when you can reach your destination. It's better to buy a horse, which will be faster."

After hearing what the old man said, Song Shuwen felt something in his heart, and then he sighed helplessly.

He thanked the old man, turned around and continued on his way.

Walking on the road, Song Shuwen was full of sorrow.

He didn't have much money, so how could he buy a horse?
As night falls, inky darkness gradually covers the earth.

Song Shuwen dragged his tired body and finally couldn't walk anymore.

He stood there, breathing heavily, his heart filled with fatigue and helplessness.

He had very little money left, so he was reluctant to eat anything. He frowned at the thought that his money would be even tighter after eating at the inn.

Just as he fell into despair, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

You know medical skills, so why don’t you treat people and earn some money to buy a horse?

This idea was like a bright light in the darkness, instantly illuminating his heart.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. He looked up and saw a village right in front of him.

He couldn't wait to quicken his pace and head towards the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he began to ask if there were any patients.

He went door to door asking.

"Excuse me, are there any patients here who need medical treatment? I am a doctor and can treat patients." Song Shuwen said to a villager with a sincere face.

But basically, every time I walked out of someone's door, I was scolded.

Those accusatory words were like sharp blades, piercing his heart.

"Who are you? You actually curse others to get sick." Such words kept echoing in his ears.

He went to several villages but didn't find a single patient, and instead became very angry.

He sighed helplessly.

At this time, he saw a dilapidated temple in front of him. Its shabby appearance looked particularly lonely in the night.

But for Song Shuwen, this seems to be his only place to go at the moment.

He dragged his heavy feet and slowly walked towards the ruined temple.

When I opened the door, a stale smell hit me in the face.

The temple was dark and damp, and the corners were covered with cobwebs.

Song Shuwen found a relatively clean place to sit down, feeling exhausted.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xi Yu's face was gloomy and anger was burning in his heart.

He has spent a lot of manpower and time, but still has not found the mastermind behind the scenes.

This made him feel extremely frustrated and angry.

But Xiyu gradually calmed down.

If you really can't find the mastermind behind this, then don't look for it for now.

After a period of time, the news that Xi Ping'an is still alive will be made public.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was shrouded in darkness, quiet and deep. Xi Yu decided to visit Gan Mei in person.

Xi Yu got on his bicycle, and the wheels made a slight rumbling sound on the stone road.

He rushed towards the remote village where Gan Mei lived.

The night wind blew across his face, bringing a slight chill, but it could not calm the waves in his heart.

The village is extremely remote, far away from the hustle and bustle.

Gan Mei was placed in a farm family who did not know her true identity.

A kind old lady and her son live here.

The secret guard told them that there were some changes in their family and Gan Mei needed to stay here for a while, and gave them some currency as a reward.

In this remote village, Gan Mei tries hard to adapt to her new life.

She is hardworking and takes the initiative to help the old lady with cooking and housework.

At this moment, in the kitchen, she was washing vegetables carefully.

At this time, in the old woman's house.

The son Chen Qiangfa asked his mother in a low voice: "Mom, what is the identity of this woman? Judging from the clothes she wears, she doesn't seem to be an ordinary person."

The old woman frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Qiangfa, don't ask nonsense. Since they have difficulties and want to stay here, we should treat them well and don't ask about things that should not be asked."

Although Chen Qiangfa was curious, he also knew that what his mother said made sense.

He said nothing more, but just secretly glanced at Gan Mei from time to time.

Gan Mei was unaware of the conversation between mother and son; she was still concentrating on the work in her hands.

Chen Qiangfa stood there, with dirty thoughts constantly churning in his mind.

His eyes drifted towards Gan Mei from time to time, and all kinds of unbearable scenes emerged in his mind.

He thought about sneaking into Gan Mei's room at night and accomplishing the so-called "good thing".

In his opinion, so what even if this woman came from a wealthy family?

She probably won't make this matter public, so she will have to suffer in silence.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his plan was feasible, and he even began to consider what would happen next.

He felt that his mother would at most scold him a few words. Would she beat him to death?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Xi Yu rode his bicycle hard on a remote road. The road was bumpy and the light at night was extremely dim.

Suddenly, the wheel was caught by a protruding stone, and Xi Yu lost his balance instantly, and fell heavily along with the car.

He only felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Xi Yu gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but found that his whole body felt extremely uncomfortable.

Every joint was aching in protest, causing him to gasp.

Looking at the bicycle again, it had fallen crookedly to the side, the handlebars were twisted, and the wheels were deformed. It was obvious that it could no longer be ridden.

Xi Yu looked at the broken bicycle helplessly, feeling annoyed.

He was eager to visit Gan Mei, but he didn't expect to encounter such an accident here.

Xi Yu frowned, thinking about what to do next.

He looked around; in the silent night there was only his lonely figure and the broken bicycle.

Xi Yu reluctantly threw down the unusable bicycle, looked down, and found that his legs had been bleeding profusely.

He was anxious and wondered if there was a pharmacy nearby that could treat his wounds.

So he endured the pain and began to limp forward.

With every step he took, the pain in his legs made him frown slightly, but he did not stop.

Finally, he came to a village. Under a tree, he saw two villagers chatting.

Xi Yu seemed to see hope, and hurried forward and asked politely: "Excuse me, are there any medicine shops nearby?"

The two villagers looked at his injured appearance with sympathy.

A villager said that there was only one pharmacy between them and several surrounding villages, and the doctor was far away.

Xi Yu said without hesitation: "I will go no matter how far it is."

At this time, another villager laughed and said, "If only it had happened a little earlier, today an old man came and knocked on every door, asking if there were any patients at home, as if he had a mental problem."

After hearing this, Xi Yu thought to himself that this was probably a traveling doctor doing this because he couldn't make a living.

Xi Yu said goodbye to the two villagers and hurried forward according to the address of the pharmacy they told him.

After leaving the village, Xiyu was pleasantly surprised to find that his leg condition had improved slightly. Although the wound had not yet been bandaged, at least he was no longer lame as before.

This made him feel a little relieved and he quickened his pace.

When Xi Yu passed by the dilapidated temple where Song Shuwen was, he heard snoring coming from inside.

He was secretly puzzled. He didn't expect that there was someone sleeping in this dilapidated temple. Could it be a beggar?
Xi Yu originally wanted to go in and take a look, but when he remembered that his leg still needed to be bandaged urgently, he decided to leave.

However, after taking a few steps, he heard Song Shuwen talking in his sleep.

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister."

Xi Yu stopped suddenly, this voice looked so familiar!
He listened carefully. Wasn't that Song Shuwen's voice?

Xi Yu was full of doubts and wondered if he was hallucinating.
But he quickly rejected the idea, the voice was so real.

Is Song Shuwen in there?

That's great, he's not dead!
Xi Yu was delighted and ran towards the ruined temple eagerly.

However, he was too impatient and accidentally fell again.

Xi Yu struggled to get up, ignoring the pain in his body, and shouted loudly: "Is Divine Doctor Song in the temple?"

His voice was particularly loud in the silent night.

Song Shuwen, who was in the dilapidated temple, was awakened and shivered.

Xiyu shouted again.

Song Shuwen was stunned. Wasn't it the Prime Minister calling him?

He looked around carefully and found that he was still in the dilapidated temple. This was not a dream.

Song Shuwen quickly stood up and responded to the outside of the temple: "Prime Minister, it's me, Song Shuwen." His voice was full of surprise and excitement.

When Xi Yu heard Song Shuwen's response, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He limped towards the dilapidated temple, his heart full of emotion.

On this unexpected night, they met again in this dilapidated temple.

Song Shuwen ran out of the dilapidated temple quickly. When he saw that it was Xi Yu, the moment their eyes met, both of them showed bright smiles on their faces.

That smile was filled with joy and excitement of reunion, as if time had stopped at that moment.

Song Shuwen quickly noticed that Xiyu's leg was uncomfortable, so he ran over and carefully supported his arm, and asked with concern: "Prime Minister, what's wrong with your leg?"

Xi Yu laughed and said, "Luckily my leg is injured, otherwise, how could I come here and how could I meet you?"

Song Shuwen carefully supported Xi Yu and walked towards the temple, saying, "Prime Minister, be careful."

Xiyu walked slowly into the temple with the support of Song Shuwen, and Song Shuwen gently helped him sit down.

Song Shuwen looked at Xi Yu. He knew that the prime minister must have many questions in his mind, but the most important thing at this time was to treat the wound first. He looked down at himself and happened to have some cloth in his sleeves that could be used for bandaging.

Song Shuwen said softly: "Prime Minister, let me treat your wound first."

He gently spread the cloth and carefully bandaged the wound on Xiyu's leg. Xiyu looked at Song Shuwen's serious look and felt warm in his heart.

In this dilapidated temple, the faint moonlight shines through the holes in the roof, illuminating the figures of the two people.

Song Shuwen was bandaging the wound attentively, while Xi Yu was looking at him quietly. The atmosphere was peaceful and full of warmth.

After the wound was bandaged, Song Shuwen slowly opened his mouth and recounted a series of events that had happened to him recently.

He narrated how he was forced into a desperate situation by the mastermind behind the scenes, and how he struggled to survive in the desperate situation.

Xi Yu listened quietly, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

When he heard Song Shuwen say that all the secret guards were dead, he felt very sad.

"I never thought the mastermind behind this would be so cruel. He attacked you, Divine Doctor Song, so severely and caused all those loyal secret guards to die." Xi Yu's voice was low, full of resentment towards the mastermind behind this. (End of this chapter)