Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Chang Yu waved his hand gently, "I don't know him, but he was shot through the head by Brother Yi anyway.

When you get back, you'd better give Brother Yi a closer look at the wound.

At first, there was no suitable medicine for the wound on the way, and then he refused to take a good rest and insisted on picking you up in Suzhou in person. As a result, the wound started to become inflamed on the way here, and now he can't even speak. "

As Chang Yu spoke, he felt a cold gaze staring at him. He knew who this gaze came from without even looking.

But he didn't intend to open his eyes, just pretending that he couldn't see, and he kept talking, "Anyway, Brother Yi never listens to what I say. When we return to Rong Mansion, Mrs. Rong will have to take action... ....”

Lin Shuyang turned his head and glanced at Rong Xianyi, who immediately retracted his gaze from Chang Yu and sat upright, looking straight ahead.

"It's better not to let Mrs. Rong know about this, so as not to worry her."

Chang Yu nodded lightly, "I won't be entering Rong Mansion these days anyway. If you can hide it, then don't tell her."

"Well, by the way, are the shipments you sent all opium?"

"I don't know. That Qiu Si kept watching the goods. We didn't have time to check at all. But Brother Yi said that Yan Zhongqi is a cautious person and he would not directly let us transport such a large batch of opium... .There is a high probability that this is just a cover to test us. As for what is inside...that doesn't matter...as long as we deliver it safely to Zhang Zhiyuan...that will be fine. ....."

As Chang Yu spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller. Lin Shuyang glanced back in the rearview mirror. Chang Yu had already fallen asleep with his head tilted.

It seems that in the past few days, they have experienced far more dangers than Chang Yu could say in a few words.

Even if Chang Yu was like this, Rong Xianyi must not have had a good rest, otherwise the wound would not have become so serious.

It was getting dark outside. While looking at the road, he looked at Rong Xianyi from time to time. After being quiet in the car for about ten minutes, Rong Xianyi's eyelids began to feel a little weak.

"If you're sleepy, just take a nap. If you have any questions, we'll talk about it when you feel better."

After he finished speaking, Rong Xianyi made a vague "hmm" sound, then closed his eyes and fell asleep against the car window.

The road at night was difficult, so Lin Shuyang recalled the route Chang Yu had mentioned and drove towards Shanghai.

After some detours in the middle, we finally arrived at Rongfu at around nine o'clock in the evening.

After they got off the car, Chang Yu drove away quickly.

As soon as Chang Yu left, Du Qing hurried over and said, "Master, Mr. Lin, you are finally back. There has been no news from you in the past few days, and my wife is almost getting angry."

Lin Shuyang glanced at Rong Xianyi and estimated that he took Chang Yu directly to Jiangxi that day without even returning home.

Rong Xianyi nodded slightly and then looked at Lin Shuyang.

Lin Shuyang knew that he couldn't speak, so he changed the topic and walked inside, "Uncle Du, is Mrs. Rong's anger serious?"

"My wife has been complaining about toothache for the past two days, but she has been feeling much better after drinking mung bean soup for two days."

"Although the mung bean soup may cause irritation, you shouldn't drink too much. If she still has toothache, she still needs to take some anti-inflammatory medicine." Lin Shuyang looked towards the third floor, "Has Mrs. Rong gone to bed already?"

Du Qing was just nodding his head when he heard Lin Shuyang's last question, and quickly shook his head and said: "...My wife went out to play mahjong with someone, and she hasn't come back yet."

Play majiang?

Lin Shuyang stopped and asked, "What time does she usually come back?"

Uncle Du smiled helplessly, "My wife probably doesn't come back until nearly midnight these days."

Lin Shuyang smiled faintly, and he finally understood, "If my wife still has a toothache tomorrow, remember to remind her that staying up late often can also lead to getting angry."

"……I see."

"Then let's go back to the room first," Lin Shuyang thought for a while and then said, "Uncle Du, we didn't get much rest on the road. If Mrs. Rong comes back, just tell her that we are back, and I will visit her again tomorrow."

Du Qing nodded subconsciously, "Hey, okay, then you all have a good rest. I'll go talk to my wife."

It wasn't until the two of them entered the room on the third floor that Du Qing came to his senses and muttered to himself: "Why does the young master look different today than usual..."

After entering the room, Lin Shuyang put down the wooden box and said, "Uncle Du should have no doubts. You change your clothes first and I will check your wounds later."

After saying that, he walked to the bathroom and washed his fingers carefully.

When Lin Shuyang came out, Rong Xianyi was only half-dressed, and he subconsciously closed the clothes quickly.

But Lin Shuyang still came over with a cold face and lifted off the clothes he had just closed.

"Didn't you say that there was no other injury except for the throat? Then what happened to the injury on your waist?"

Rong Xianyi could not speak and only lowered his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong.

Lin Shuyang bent down and took a closer look at the wound. The wound was on the side of his waist. It was about as long as an index finger and had a shallow layer of scab on it.

"The wound is not deep. It looks like it was caused by a bullet scratch." Lin Shuyang breathed a sigh of relief, then straightened up and looked sharply into Rong Xianyi's eyes, "Tell me honestly, are there any other injuries on your body?" ?”

Rong Xianyi subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but pain immediately came from his neck. He had to blink twice to express no pain.

"Okay, you sit on the sofa first, and I'll get the medicine." Lin Shuyang opened the wooden box and took out the medicine box. When he turned around, Rong Xianyi was already sitting on the sofa.

He walked over, put the medicine box on the coffee table, and said calmly: "If I find out that you lied to me again, I will really never believe anything you say again."

Hearing this, Rong Xianyi stood up silently and rolled up his sleeves to his upper arm, revealing a dazzling bloodstain.

Lin Shuyang glanced coldly, then sat on the coffee table, folded his hands, and said in a cold tone, "Is there anything else?"

Rong Xianyi thought carefully and blinked twice. This time it was really gone.

Lin Shuyang stared at him for a few seconds before speaking calmly, "Sit down."

Like a command.

Rong Xianyi did not doubt that he was there and immediately obeyed.

Lin Shuyang took out the potion and first treated the wounds on Rong Xianyi's waist and arms, then removed the bandage and looked at his neck.

"The wound was treated without any problems. It didn't hurt the bones or cut the arteries. I hope you are lucky."

Lin Shuyang concealed the worry in his eyes and turned around to take out a box of anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine box. "This is the last box of medicine. If you still don't feel better after taking it, I will try to find a way... go back and buy it for you." .”

It wasn't until he saw Rong Xianyi swallowing the medicine with his own eyes that Lin Shuyang put away the medicine box and said habitually, "Remember not to touch the wound with water and eat lightly."

He picked up the wooden box and was about to go back to the room on the second floor. The moment he put his hand on the door handle, two arms suddenly covered his waist. Just as he was about to turn around, he was hugged by the person behind him.

"Don't go... okay?" Rong Xianyi's hoarse voice sounded next to his ears.