The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: 167 Rescue (First Update) _2

Chang Jing and his companions quickly cleared away the obstacles.

Xiao Liulang intended to help Gu Jiao up and leave, but she suddenly turned her head to look at the collapsed wall behind her, gasping, “Wait, there’s another person.”

…

Thanks to the intervention of Chang Jing and his companions, the injured were swiftly rescued. There were two ladies and two men.

One of the men was the scholar who’d yelled, “Xuanping has been crushed!”. The other rescued man was utterly covered in debris; thus, the officials and their subordinates weren’t sure if he was Xuanping.

In short, it was quite baffling.

The officials wanted to record their statements, but all the people involved had already left.

The terrifyingly skilled individuals were nowhere to be seen.

Officials: “…”

What on earth kind of day was this?

…

When Feishuang awakened, he found himself lying on a clean, soft bed. The room was dimly lit and faintly smelled of medicine.

Feeling dizzy for a while and then realising it wasn’t a dream, a hint of alertness flashed in Feishuang’s eyes.

He promptly reached for his hidden weapons, only to find that they were all gone.

He was completely devoid of anything, even his clothes had been cut into pieces.

He moved a little, felt a sharp pain from his left abdomen and took a sharp intake of breath.

Upon looking down, he found his belly wound covered in a bandage. Medicine had been applied, and the scent of medicine wafted from there.

He touched his face again.

His mask was still on.

Squeak…

The door was pushed open.

His eyebrows furrowed in alert, his whole body on guard.

The second shopkeeper walked in, looked at the bed and said with raised eyebrows, “Hey, you’re awake? You woke up quite quickly, great! Now drink your medicine. Xiaosan, go get the medicine!”

An assistant, whose original name was Xiaoliu but was forcefully changed to Xiaosan by Gu Jiao, went to fetch the medicine with a fast pace.

The medicine had been prepared long ago and kept warm on the stove.

“Shopkeeper, here!” Xiaoliu walked into the room with a bowl of steaming medicine. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

The shopkeeper pointed to the cabinet at the head of the bed: “Just put it there, you can leave.”

“Eh!” Xiaosan put down the bowl of medicine, wisely left the room and also closed the door behind him.

The shopkeeper sat down on the stool opposite the bed, one hand rested on the table, casually watching him: “So, do you want me to feed it to you?”