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

Beads of sweat the size of beans ran down Ji Zhengxuan's bruised face, dripped down his chin onto his pants, smudged a dark circle.

When I saw him before, his cheeks were clearly raised, with bruises and black and purple on them, and there was a deep scar on his eye that was so deep that the bone could be seen, and blood was faintly oozing out.

He looked better this time. I could vaguely see his handsome but unruly face as before. But the fall just now caused his face to suffer again. Now there was a patch on his cheek, which completely destroyed his original beauty.

Shen Zhao walked over and tried to move his wheelchair. After all, he fell right in front of the house door, which was wide open. The cold winter wind kept blowing into the house. He looked very frail, and his broken leg had not healed well. Being blown like this would sooner or later aggravate his condition.

The servant at the side wanted to step forward to stop Shen Zhao's actions, but knowing Shen Zhao's identity, he stopped talking and stood quietly.

Just as Shen Zhao reached out to touch Ji Zhengxuan's wheelchair, he met Ji Zhengxuan's eyes full of mockery. His eyes were hanging, which made people feel despised. He yelled at Shen Zhao as if he wanted to vent his anger: "Why are you pretending to be a good person here? You are just Mu Yanchen's kept lover, and you really think of yourself as the mistress? Do you want to control everything?"

Shen Zhao's eyes flashed with embarrassment for a moment. Seeing Ji Zhengxuan like this, the servants beside him also walked away tactfully, fearing that they would hear something they shouldn't hear. Ji Zhengxuan seemed to feel a little pleased in his heart. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Do you think Mu Yanchen is serious about you? Don't be so self-righteous. He has someone else in his heart, and it will never be your turn!"

Each word is more harsh than the last.

Ji Zhengxuan wanted to see more intense emotional fluctuations on Shen Zhao's face, but there was none. Shen Zhao's face was a little embarrassed at the beginning, but then it was calm. Her clear eyes reflected Ji Zhengxuan's ugly face at this moment, which made him feel ashamed. The vicious words that were on his lips were slowly swallowed back.

She slowly grasped the handle of the wheelchair, exerted a little force, and pushed Ji Zhengxuan back to the warm living room before he could react.

Under Ji Zhengxuan's unfriendly gaze, Shen Zhao took out a full set of medical equipment on his own. Nothing was complete in this manor, but these medical supplies were placed everywhere. Because of Mu Yanchen's physical condition, no one knew where he would need them, so they were prepared everywhere, which just solved the urgent need at the moment.

She put a full set of medical supplies on a cart and pushed it in front of Ji Zhengxuan.

Then, when Ji Zhengxuan was completely defenseless, Shen Zhao reached out and covered his forehead. The heat made Shen Zhao retract his hand. She stared at Ji Zhengxuan with dissatisfaction. That aura even extinguished Ji Zhengxuan's previous arrogance. He shifted his gaze away uneasily, and even dared not look at Shen Zhao, like a child who was caught in a weak spot by an adult.

Shen Zhao glared at him angrily, "I know it's hard for you to accept your current state, but at least you're still alive. Stop ruining your body. Didn't you treat your leg? You have a fever. Has a doctor checked you out?"

Ji Zhengxuan didn't dare to look into her clear eyes. His words were clearly unpleasant. He didn't understand why Shen Zhao could still speak to him calmly. Their acquaintance was not very pleasant. Perhaps Shen Zhao had never thought of calling him. Even so, at this point, it was she who showed him concern.

He remained silent.

Shen Zhao just sighed, and Ji Zhengxuan couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

From the moment Su Xing saw his mutilated body, he felt self-loathing. He never thought he would be so sensitive. Every word and tone of voice from others could make him imagine a lot, but he never thought about the better side. It was like a quagmire, making him sink deeper and deeper. He was afraid of causing trouble to others and afraid that others would look at him differently.

After all, he is different from a normal person.

His emotions began to become unstable. While he hated himself, he would vent such extreme emotions on other people. The servants in the house were afraid of him, and he never contacted any of his former subordinates again.

He didn't even call a doctor, for fear of hearing the words he least wanted to hear from the doctor.

He fantasized that he was still a normal person who could take care of himself and did not rely on anyone. Until today, when he pushed his wheelchair out to bask in the winter sun, he tripped over a sunken floor tile in the house.

As the wheelchair flipped over, the person fell to the ground. He crawled on the ground in embarrassment. Looking around, he saw many servants surrounding him. They were timid and selfish, with a faint smile on their lips. He had never felt so humble before. Even when he was taught a lesson by Duan Lu Chong's younger brother, he never bowed his head.

But at that time, the faces of those servants were hard for him to face. Each face looked like a devil, and those whispers turned into vicious words echoing in his ears.

Seeing Ji Zhengxuan lowering his head and not saying anything, Shen Zhao arranged the medical supplies on his own.

When the cooling patch was placed on Ji Zhengxuan's forehead, he couldn't help but be stunned, staring at Shen Zhao in confusion, as if he was looking at a waste of God's gift.

"I know my words are unnecessary. If you had asked a doctor to see you, you probably wouldn't have gotten to this point."

As she spoke, she took out a pill and put it in his palm, then poured some warm water on it and placed it on the side of his hand. "Take it. Your fever is probably because your wound was not properly treated and got infected. Don't take your body lightly."

Seeing that Ji Zhengxuan was still in a daze and his eyes seemed to have lost focus, Shen Zhao tried to slow down his tone, "Don't let me feed you, there are not many people who can let me feed you."

After a long while, Ji Zhengxuan stared at Shen Zhao with a complicated look, and then threw the pill in his hand into his mouth. His action was very cool. He didn't even drink the warm water beside him. He swallowed it down his throat. The bitter taste spread along the taste buds to the whole mouth. As if it was self-torture, his eyes turned red.

Seeing that he took the medicine as he said, Shen Zhao felt that this man could still be saved. Then, in front of his shocked gaze, he rolled up his empty trouser legs, revealing his hideous severed limbs in the quiet and deserted living room.

Shen Zhao knew at a glance that the doctor had actually done a good job of stitching the wound, but the patient did not know how to cherish his body and allowed the wound to fester. A yellowish-white liquid with a slight smell slowly flowed out of the wound, and anyone who saw it would avoid it, even Ji Zhengxuan himself hated his own body.

However, Shen Zhao carefully picked up his severed limb and examined it carefully.