Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

The man's face was full of bitterness, and he shook his head helplessly: "This... I really don't know. We, the minions, are just following the boss's orders. As for the deeper purpose, we have no way of knowing, and we have never asked."

Xiao Zhixue raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and the whip in her hand came down hard and fast like a snake escaping from a hole. The man was shaking with pain and kept saying in defense: "I told you the truth, not a bit of falsehood. I really don't know why the boss is so interested in that man."

After observing the man's expression and confirming that what he said was true, Xiao Zhixue stopped talking, but the whip continued to fly, and each whip was precise and ruthless. The two men were soon beaten to a pulp, and finally, unable to bear the severe pain, they fainted one after another.

Xiao Zhixue bent down to pick up the keys scattered on the ground, slowly walked towards Yu Fugui who was in a trance, twisted her wrist, and the chain broke, freeing Yu Fugui from his restraints.

She turned to Fan Yanmu and gave him an order: "Without further delay, take the mayor away from this dangerous place."

Fan Yanmu nodded slightly, stepped forward and firmly supported the weak Yu Fugui, and stepped cautiously towards the threshold of freedom step by step.

Xiao Zhixue held a torch and locked the iron cage again in a cold face. Before leaving, she glanced at her subordinates on the ground with a sharp gaze, then walked towards the heavy stone door without looking back.

The three of them walked through the gloomy stone gate, with Xiao Zhixue walking at the front. The light of the torch penetrated the darkness, opening up a bright path for them.

However, as soon as he came into contact with the light from the outside world, Yu Fugui's body seemed to lose its supporting strength, and he fell to the ground and fell into a deep coma.

Just at this time, Xiao Zhixue's neighbors and relatives came back from shopping. When they saw Yu Fugui collapsed in the Buddhist temple, they were all shocked and looked at each other, at a loss.

Xiao Zhixue did not give any extra explanation and gently touched the tip of Yu Fugui's nose. He could still feel the faint yet tenacious breath of life.

Then, she began to take Yu Fugui's pulse and found that although his life was not in danger, he had many scars on his body and had obviously suffered a severe blow.

In addition to the days of imprisonment in the dungeon, the mental torture made his condition even more precarious.

In order to achieve a complete cure, a comprehensive examination must be conducted and then an appropriate treatment plan should be implemented based on the condition.

But it was obviously inappropriate to treat Yu Fugui directly in front of everyone.

Then, Xiao Zhixue turned to Fan Yanmu, with unquestionable determination in her eyes: "Please send him to the meditation room. I need to treat him immediately. If we delay for too long, something unexpected may happen."

Fan Yanmu's eyes flickered slightly, and he signaled Ying One and Ying Two with a glance. The two immediately understood and gently and quickly carried the unconscious Yu Fugui to the Zen room.

As soon as he entered the meditation room, Fan Yanmu was about to follow in, but Xiao Zhixue's face darkened and she stopped him: "You stay outside the door and wait. No one, including yourself, is allowed to enter without permission."

Fan Yanmu was a little puzzled by Xiao Zhixue's behavior. After all, Yu Fugui was a man, and the two of them being alone in the meditation room would indeed easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings and criticisms.

"It's better for me to stay. Although I don't know any medical skills, I can do some auxiliary work and maybe I can help a little."

"No outsiders are allowed to be present during treatment. It would be better for you to guard the door."

The word "outsider" that was uttered softly seemed to carry a chill that pierced Fan Yanmu's heart, making him feel an unprecedented alienation and bitterness.

He couldn't help but wonder inwardly, how many ups and downs they had been through together, could it be that in Xiao Zhixue's heart, he was just a passer-by after all?

The two followers, Ying Yi and Ying Er, noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere and simultaneously turned their eyes to Fan Yanmu outside the door.

His face was covered with frost, as if even the air around him was frozen.

Ying Er summoned up his courage and asked carefully, "Master, are you and Miss Xiao... okay?"

But before he could finish his words, Fan Yanmu's sharp gaze made him swallow the rest of his words, leaving him with only a heart full of uneasiness.

When Ying saw this, he immediately captured Fan Yanmu's depressed mood, and guessed that this was probably because of the subtle and complicated entanglement between him and Xiao Zhixue.

"Master, there are still some urgent matters to be dealt with in the village. Why don't we go deal with those things first."

Having said that, he calmly pulled Ying Er up, and the two of them hurried away, leaving silence slowly settling in the air.

On the other side, Xiao Zhixue had sent the unconscious Yu Fugui into the space, which was a secret place equipped with various advanced medical equipment and precious medicinal materials.

She first carefully let Yu Fugui drink the nectar drawn from the spiritual spring. The water droplets slid down his throat, bringing with them a subtle hint of coolness and healing power.

Then, she placed him on a sophisticated diagnostic instrument, and as the instrument operated, she determined the severity of Yu Fugui's injuries.

Shown on the screen were three broken ribs, physical weakness caused by long-term hunger, and slight bleeding in the stomach after a heavy blow. His whole body was covered with scars.

Faced with such serious injuries, Xiao Zhixue did not panic at all. She quickly prepared a special medicine. The potion glowed with a faint blue light and had a light fragrance. Every drop of it contained powerful restorative power.

As time went by, under the dual effects of the special medicine and the spiritual spring water, Yu Fugui's gastric bleeding was gradually brought under control, and his broken ribs were slowly healing.

In this space, time seemed to be accelerated, the special medicine was quickly consumed, and Yu Fugui's condition had improved significantly.

Xiao Zhixue did not stop. She fed Yu Fugui some spiritual liquid again to strengthen his physical condition, and then patiently cleaned and bandaged every wound on his body.

Fortunately, Yu Fugui was still immersed in sleep, which allowed Xiao Zhixue to devote herself to treatment preparations.

She carefully selected several herbs from her own medicine field, each of which sparkled with natural light, as if carrying the vitality of life.

Back in the room, she put the herbs into the medicine pot one by one. The flames licked the bottom of the pot, reflecting her focused profile. As the boiling bubbles rose, a bitter-sweet medicinal aroma spread.

Soon, the medicinal soup was ready, and its color was deep and translucent.

Xiao Zhixue poured the medicine into a clean porcelain bottle, then gently supported Yu Fugui and slowly walked out of the mysterious space.

When Yu Fugui slowly woke up, he found himself lying in a simple but warm Zen room, not the secret room he had been in before, and he couldn't help feeling dazed.

Xiao Zhixue's figure came into view, and he hurriedly wanted to sit up to express his gratitude, but was stopped by Xiao Zhixue in a soft tone that was almost irresistible: "You haven't fully recovered yet, don't move around casually."

Her fingers gently rested on his shoulders, and the warm touch seemed to convey the power of comfort. Then, she handed the bottle of still warm medicine to him and said, "Drink this medicine first, your body will recover faster."