Chapter 426: Chapter 426
Countless punctures, whip wounds, claw wounds, knife wounds, and even some that look like they were bitten...
The reason she could recognize the claw and bite wounds was because she herself had been bitten by a Magic Beast before.
But even so, there were still many wound shapes on his body that even Qian Qi could not recognize, and it was easy to see, even without medical knowledge, that these different wounds were of different ages.
The claw and bite wounds seemed to be from long ago, the penetrating wounds looked as if they had been treated recently, obviously using Blood Stopping Magic Potion, and as for the whip and knife wounds, Qian Qi couldn’t be sure.
Nangong Yan... what exactly had he experienced?
Qian Qi couldn’t imagine. In her impression, Nangong Yan should be like Su Ang. They are the future heirs of the Seven Great Families, masters of power in this world, as brilliant as Su Ang should be. How could he be covered in wounds that seemed shameful?
Especially... in her eyes, how could a dangerous and sinister man like Nangong Yan tolerate his body being so ugly and imperfect?
He should be, like Su Ang, flawless.
She zoned out for a while before regaining her senses and slapped her face lightly to stay awake, then wiped the alcohol-soaked towel on his burning body.
The sudden coolness made the man shiver lightly, his sharp aggression dissipated, like a small beast that had barely escaped human abuse, trembling in a cave.
Qian Qi rubbed her chin, observed for a moment, and then threw the towel on him with a "thud", "Stop shaking!"
He was shivering awkwardly!
The system floating beside it couldn’t help but say: [Qian Qi, you’re really making me worry you’ll never find a boyfriend in the future.]
Qian Qi sneered, "Mind your own business, find yourself a girlfriend first before lecturing me. I’d recommend the Spendthrift System or the Ten Thousand Times Return System, they’re perfect matches for you!"
[...]The system turned and slapped itself.
Why did I even bother opening my mouth?
After lowering Nangong Yan’s temperature several times and with the antipyretic gradually taking effect, seeing the fever had subsided quite a bit, Qian Qi covered him with a blanket, ready to go to the next room to catch up on sleep.
But just as she was moving, her wrist was caught by Nangong Yan.
Qian Qi turned back and saw his eyes tightly closed, his handsome face vulnerable and broken under bangs soaked in cold sweat, looking like an abandoned stray dog relying solely on her, a stray wildcat bristling with thorns, for protection.
She looked down at her wrist that was grabbed.
She tentatively tugged but found Nangong Yan was holding on tight.
Qian Qi twitched her mouth, "Stop pretending to sleep, who in their sleep grabs someone’s wrist this tightly."
It’s not like we’re acting in a drama.
Nangong Yan slowly opened his eyes.
He weakly and difficultly twitched his mouth, forcing a smile, "Qiqi, it hurts."
"Hasn’t the fever gone down? Why does it hurt?"
"Bones, flesh, tendons, it all hurts."
"Then go to the hospital."
"Should the public know that I was abused by Nangong Zhang? I have dignity."
Qian Qi looked down at him, at the bitterness in his eyes and expression, wanting to say something but pressing her lips shut.
She remained cautious of Nangong Yan, so she didn’t want to meddle too much.
Nangong Yan gave her a deep look and released his hand, "Go back to sleep."
He didn’t want to make it difficult for her.
Qian Qi turned and left.
Nangong Yan was a smart person. Since he dared to go out, naturally, he had a clear understanding of his physical condition.
Even if she didn’t intervene, he could handle it himself.
However, Qian Qi didn’t go downstairs but went to the next room, in case Nangong Yan had a high fever again and needed her help. The source of thɪs content is novel⁂fire.net
But, as Qian Qi slept, she dreamed.
In the dream, it was her past life, when she was still in school, she had a good relationship with a friend, but this friend didn’t get along with her parents and always complained to Qian Qi.
Qian Qi, very loyal at that time, argued with her friend’s parents at her friend’s request, but unexpectedly, her friend, who was initially on her side, weakly sided with her parents, leaving her in an unjust position.
Qian Qi could understand but needed an explanation, an apology.
She didn’t expect her friend to have a justified expression, even saying...
"Qian Qi, you don’t have parents, you can’t possibly understand that problems between parents and children aren’t as simple as you think. Just stay out of our family’s business!"
She still remembered the faint impatience and condescension in her friend’s eyes.
Yes, she had no parents, neither in her past life nor in this one, so how could she understand how to solve family matters?
The scene shifted, and she was being dragged to a garbage corner, where her friend looked down on her and mocked to others, "I’m telling you, Qian Qi has no parents, she’s easy to bully!"
Fists and feet fell on her; it was the first time Qian Qi faced violence directly.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t easy to bully.
The orphanage director said if you suffer, you have to give back hard.
She had fought the gang of brats at the orphanage; spoiled little girls and boys were nothing to fear.
But in the dream, she was somehow restrained and couldn’t move. Faces that used to be youthful faded to blobs of threatening shadows, coming down with knives and whips, as well as the sharp claws and fangs of beasts.
Like when she was in an instance being attacked by groups of Magic Beasts, without Strength or Skill, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t escape the impending claws.
She could only look in despair at the falling knife, leaving glaring, terrible marks on her body.
When Qian Qi woke up, she was drenched in cold sweat, soaking the sheets.
"Ha..." she rubbed her temples, murmuring as she looked at the ceiling, "Yeah, it’s been a while since I dreamt of the past."