After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

Not long into the afternoon class, Shen Zhao came back. Everyone's mood for fun seemed to be dashed, and their eyes on Shen Zhao were full of disappointment.

When the get out of class was over, Xu Ke immediately surrounded Shen Zhao, and even Ma Shuyi came over. Lu Siming seemed not to care, but if you looked closely, you could still see that his eyes often fell on Shen Zhao. Not to mention the other students, they were all waiting to hear what was to come.

"Shen Zhao, what does the director want you to do?" Xu Ke asked anxiously.

Shen Zhao's eyes sparkled with a gleam of light, and the corners of his eyes slightly raised with a hint of smile, "Nothing happened. We did talk about that issue, but it's okay."

What Shen Zhao said was the same as if he hadn't said anything. Xu Ke was confused. Only one of the students looked a little unhappy after listening. He said goodbye to the other students and ran out of the classroom. Shen Zhao looked at that student running out and smiled meaningfully.

"How can you be so relaxed? The photos online haven't been removed at all!"

"It'll be soon. The director is willing to come forward." Shen Zhao said casually.

"Really?" Xu Ke asked in surprise.

Shen Zhao just nodded slightly to give her a clear answer, but her real purpose was just to make that group of people do something more violent. Just a photo really made it difficult for them.

"It's getting late. Don't you have to go to evening self-study? Let's go. Check out the forum in the evening and tell me the latest developments." Shen Zhao said as he pushed Xu Ke.

"But..." Xu Ke still looked at Shen Zhao with worry in her eyes. Shen Zhao pushed her more frequently but with less force. "There's no but. Remember, I'm not as fragile as you think."

Even Xu Ke had finished school so there was nothing much to see. Other students also picked up their bags and walked out of the classroom.

Shen Zhao watched the scene coldly but didn't care. It was quite good this way, quiet and peaceful.

This state did not last long. Seeing that there were not many people left in the classroom, Lu Siming somehow walked to her side, looking down at her with a complicated expression, his fists clenched as if he was suppressing some emotion.

Shen Zhao gently touched his nose, "What's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, Lu Siming asked, "Are you really not related to that man?"

It seemed inaccurate to say that there was no relationship. Shen Zhao changed the subject and replied, "Anyway, it's not the kind of relationship you think."

"Since you said so, I believe you."

After saying that, Shen Zhao watched him pick up his schoolbag and leave the classroom with a relaxed expression, feeling a little puzzled.

At around 8 o'clock during the evening self-study session, Xu Ke sent a message saying that the post had been forcibly deleted, followed by a small emoticon with a bright smile.

As expected, she is a little girl, Shen Zhao couldn't help but think so. She rubbed the rough surface of the test paper with her fingertips and looked up at the dark night sky quietly. This is not the end, but just the beginning. Those people will not stop so quickly. This senior year is destined to be not peaceful.

It was nearly nine o'clock when school was over, and only a few students went out. The inconspicuous car was parked at the school gate without even the lights on. In addition, the candidates were tired after a day's work, so it naturally did not attract any attention.

Shen Zhao quickly got into the car and arrived at the manor soon.

The driver was obviously speeding, and the purpose was self-evident. Of course, he might have had problems again.

She didn't even notice it herself. Although her expression was indifferent, she went up the stairs much faster.

Shen Zhao found that there were fewer people inside the manor after entering the gate. Even the door of the villa was not opened by the servants. She pushed the door open and went in without noticing how empty the living room was. She went straight to the second floor. Her room and Mu Yanchen's room were located at the two ends of the villa. Usually, they didn't interfere with each other, but that man really lay on her bed last night. It would be a lie to say that she didn't care. At this moment, she was in a dilemma. Should she go to his bedroom? Or her own?

After struggling for a while, Shen Zhao went straight to her room. If that person was still there, she would not seem so abrupt and anxious.

The idea was good and he had prepared himself mentally, but when he saw that person leaning on her bed, giving Situ Rui instructions on his work, Shen Zhao still felt quite unnatural. This might be the first time he faced her soberly after he fell ill.

She stood at the door of the room and refused to go in, for fear of disturbing the two people inside. It was Situ Rui who discovered her first.

"Come in if you're here. Why are you standing at the door? Mr. Mu is not feeling well and cannot move. He will have to stay in your bedroom for the time being. I have already arranged for you. This living room will be converted into another bedroom. Please make do with it."

After saying that, he walked out of the room without asking Shen Zhao's opinion.

Shen Zhao really hated him every time he saw him. Situ Rui had already left the house, and Shen Zhao stood behind him and said sarcastically, "Your arrangement is very reasonable, aren't you afraid that I will stab your husband in the back?"

She always remembered how much Situ Rui distrusted her, otherwise he would not have warned her so many times before.

Situ Rui smiled when he heard her question, "Sir, if you're not afraid, then I shouldn't be afraid either."

This answer stunned Shen Zhao. She immediately turned around and looked at the man in the bedroom who had already subsided. With a look of disbelief on her face, she did not bother to argue with Situ Rui. She slowly walked into the bedroom, pulled over a chair and sat down next to the bed.

The man leaning on the bed was very calm, without the moody look he had when they first met. He looked better and more energetic than when he was sick. Even though he did nothing, his hands were placed on the quilt very obediently, which still made Shen Zhao feel a little pressured.

When Situ Rui spoke, Mu Yanchen saw the little girl. She stared at him straight in the eyes. Her eyes were as clear as two glass beads, reflecting all his unbearableness. Although she was not afraid of his current appearance, she just didn't know how to start for a moment.

Mu Yanchen seemed to know that Shen Zhao was somewhat at a loss, so he restrained his inquiring look, and his eyelids drooped to cover his deep pupils. His tone was extremely gentle, and he asked coaxingly: "Didn't you say you would cure me? You're quitting after just one night?"

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, showing a sickly red. In the dim light of the bedroom, Shen Zhao actually felt a little bit of charm. Shen Zhao couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "Then stretch out your hand."

Mu Yanchen obediently stretched out her hand. Shen Zhao paused as she looked at the slender wrist. The wrist was not really good-looking, even too hideous, which was caused by the pain of years. She stared at the scar on the bone in a trance. It was slightly raised on the surface of the skin, and the color turned into an inconspicuous pale white. Although time had washed away it, it was deeply engraved on the skin and could never be erased.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the bulge with her round fingertips. Mu Yanchen looked at her unintentional action with deep eyes, but did not say a word to stop her.

"Did it hurt at that time?" Shen Zhao asked softly.

Mu Yanchen couldn't help but be stunned. No one had asked him this question for many years, never, except Sheng Baiyi, and now it was Shen Zhao. Even the tone was so similar that Mu Yanchen couldn't help but be fascinated and wanted to sink into this endless illusion.

Mu Yanchen shook his head and answered silently that it didn’t hurt anymore.

Shen Zhao raised her eyes and looked at him. Since he didn't say anything, she didn't ask. Just looking at the state of the scar, one could tell how deep the injury was at that time, even to the bone, but now only a light white color remained.

She placed her fingertips on his wrist and closed her eyes, unaware that the dark pupils of the man in front of her were filled with her.

After a moment, she finally retracted her hand and looked at the man in front of her steadily, "Do you know that you are poisoned? Considering your age, it should have started in high school. It has been seven or eight years. It has penetrated into your bones."

Although Shen Zhao's skin was wheat-colored at this time, in the man's eyes, they looked very much like hers, as bright as the stars, and the light in his dark road ahead. But that light fell a week ago, and the person in front of him could be her? Could such an absurd thing happen to him?

Seeing that Mu Yanchen didn't respond, Shen Zhao waved his hand in front of him, trying to get his attention back, "Are you okay?"

Mu Yanchen reacted quickly and said nonchalantly: "Well, I didn't know at first, but I became suspicious because the disease hadn't improved over the years."

His appearance was no longer the same as before, and even tended to become more ferocious, but he remained calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

Shen Zhao felt as if someone was squeezing him in the heart, "Why don't you try to get better? What if it gets better?"

"Did you find it when you came back?"

"what's up?"

"Is there a lot of people missing from the manor?"

Shen Zhao was stunned, and then he saw Mu Yanchen's ugly smile. He continued, "Zhao Qing is the most skilled doctor I've met in the past few years, but he can't diagnose the disease, so there's no need for me to remind him."

"But that person isn't the one you trust the most?"

Mu Yanchen was still laughing. Shen Zhao couldn't tell whether he was laughing at himself or at her naivety. "I picked him up halfway. Do you think I should believe him?"

"But you also believe me!" Shen Zhao tried to argue.

"that is because……"

Because I suspect you are that person... Mu Yanchen didn't dare to say what was in his heart, he was afraid of scaring her. If his guess was right, then he would never let go this time! Even if he was called despicable and selfish, he would not hesitate, because that was his greatest desire and wish in this life.

"Because you were the first person to tell me that I was poisoned."

Mu Yanchen's words were well-reasoned and Shen Zhao couldn't refute them, and she didn't want to argue any more.

"I will now prescribe you a prescription for the medicine you have been taking recently. Since you said you don't trust the people around you, then I will prepare it myself and you will supervise. Anyway, you will be living here recently."

A smile flashed across Mu Yanchen's eyes, "Okay."

When Shen Zhao wanted to get up from his chair to prepare, Mu Yanchen said again: "I have an unwelcome request."

"You say." Shen Zhao was very generous. He was like this to Mu Yanchen, and no one knew why.

"Can you give me the prescription you wrote?"

"it is good."

Shen Zhao just thought that Mu Yanchen was worried, so she readily agreed to lower his guard. However, only Mu Yanchen knew that all he wanted was every word she wrote in her own handwriting.

There was a desk in Shen Zhao's bedroom, but she didn't use it normally because she had evening self-study classes. She could review at school and then go home, so she didn't use it. But it came in handy at this time. She pulled out a chair and sat down, turned on the desk lamp, and started writing with a pen. Mu Yanchen was watching her intently. She wrote quickly and seriously, and soon she had written an A4 paper. After checking to make sure there was no problem, she turned around happily and said, "I'm done!"

She was caught off guard by the man's gentle eyes. His eyes were always sharp. She had never seen a man with such an expression before. Even though he was unfortunate, his eyes were full of tolerance for her, which was a rare restraint for a patient.

She admired the state of mind and strength of the man in front of her. A person who was terminally ill could not be so calm and composed. She handed over the prescription and said, "Take a look."

Mu Yanchen raised his trembling hand. Shen Zhao scolded himself for being too careless, then quickly held his hand and placed the prescription carefully in his palm.

Mu Yanchen could see those familiar words when he lowered his eyes. His eyes flickered slightly, and only he knew the shock in his heart. He slowly said, "I'll just take a look. I don't understand this either. I just trust you."

"Okay." Shen Zhao took the prescription with a smile, "Then I'll go boil the medicine first, and then I'll give you the prescription when I'm done."

There is nothing more gratifying than patients' trust in their doctors.

Seeing Shen Zhao leave the room to prepare medicinal herbs, Mu Yanchen lowered his head to look at his appearance. He didn't care before, but now he disgusted himself more and more. If he had known that she would come to him one day, he would definitely take good care of his body, at least he wouldn't be so ugly when he met her.

Shen Zhao was tending to the herbs in the kitchen while Mu Yanchen was sitting in a smart wheelchair and watching from behind. She moved very quickly, picking and choosing. It was obvious that the herbs were carefully selected by her. The process of decocting the herbs was extremely skillful, and even Zhao Qing could hardly match her attainments. Whether it was the time, the heat, or the timing of adding the medicine, she seemed to be very precise. She did not seem to intend to hide her abilities. Why?

Mu Yanchen couldn't help but wonder, is it because she knows that no one will find out? That's why she is so reckless?

Just as Situ Rui said, he didn't believe Shen Zhao. It was illogical that a girl who was not even eighteen years old had better medical skills than Zhao Qing. In his opinion, Shen Zhao was more dangerous than Zhao Qing.

Yes, but who discovered her handwriting? That person had been writing for more than 20 years. Is it possible that someone could learn it in a short period of time? Whether it was the trend of the strokes or the charm, Mu Yanchen firmly believed in his intuition.

This time the medicine was still green and yellow in color, but it was stronger than before. Mu Yanchen took the glass bottle handed to him by Shen Zhao and poured it into his mouth without thinking. It tasted sweet, bitter and refreshing, but not at all as hard to swallow as the previous medicine. After drinking it, he even felt a hint of warmth, as if his vitality was gradually gathering.

Shen Zhao became more and more curious about Mu Yanchen. What kind of person could remain silent about his illness for so many years, and now be willing to cooperate with a little girl like her to play such a meaningless game, as if he was having fun at the last stop of his life. Didn't he want to live at all?

The light in Shen Zhao's eyes dimmed a lot. For some reason, the pain in her heart was unbearable.