Chapter 100: Living with Miss Xiaocao
Wang Jingzhe fainted and fell in the back seat. Mao Xiaocao stopped the car and opened the back door. He stretched out two fingers to feel his pulse. His pulse was a little disordered, but his breathing was still even, but his face was a little pale and a little scary. He saw blood dripping from under Wang Jingzhe's robe. Mao Xiaocao frowned and then lifted up his robe.
In addition to Wang Jingzhe's thick leg hair, what caught the eye was a festering abscess on his right calf. The wound was about the size of a palm, and the pus that flowed out was yellow-brown and accompanied by an unpleasant smell.
Mao Xiaocao was stunned for a moment. This abscess looked extremely scary. The flesh and blood inside had rotted away, and there was obviously no sign of recovery.
"It's okay as long as I'm not dying..." Mao Xiaocao shook his head helplessly, closed the car door and set off again.
When Wang Jingzhe woke up, the car was parked on the side of the road. The sky was turning pale and the little grass girl was sleeping on the steering wheel with her long eyelashes draped under her eyelids. She looked like she was sleeping very comfortably.
Wang Jingzhe reached out and pulled down his robe, looking at the abscess on his leg which had obviously worsened compared to before. Yesterday's action had spread the abscess further. If this continued, his leg would not last long before it would be completely rotten.
Sighing sadly, Wang Jingzhe pushed open the car door and got out. His movement seemed to disturb the sleeping Mao Xiaocao. She rubbed her eyes and saw that Wang Jingzhe had woken up, so she asked, "Are you okay?"
“It’s okay as long as I’m not dying,” Wang Jingzhe replied lightly, then leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette. He looked into the distance and found that there seemed to be a city on the other side of the horizon.
"How long have we been away from Chang'an?"
"About 300 to 400 kilometers. I drove for almost a whole night and took a nap in the early morning." Mao Xiaocao stretched himself and saw him smoking. He said unhappily, "First of all, I won't consider your gentlemanly manners. Don't you consider your own injuries?"
Wang Jingzhe flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "It doesn't matter if I die or not, it's okay."
After some awkward chatting , there was silence.
After finishing a cigarette, Wang Jingzhe glanced at Mao Xiaocao, who was standing with his head down and kicking his toes without saying anything. After thinking for a long time, he said, "There seems to be a small town ahead. Just drive over there and drop me off there. "
"What do you mean?" Mao Xiaocao asked without raising his head.
"I need to recuperate. The sneak attack yesterday may have caused me some internal injuries. I don't know to what extent. I need to rest for a while and can't run around anymore. This place is not too far from Chang'an. I think someone might chase us again. It's a bit dangerous for you to follow me. The situation that happened yesterday might happen again," Wang Jingzhe said clearly.
"Are you killing the donkey after it has done its job?" Mao Xiaocao said with his eyes squinted.
“No, I’m thinking about you.”
Mao Xiaocao sneered and said, "What about the promise to travel the world with a sword?"
“My legs are broken and I can’t walk anymore.”
Mao Xiaocao rubbed his head and said with a headache: "You really gave me a difficult problem. If I abandon you now, I might not be able to bear it. Although we are not very familiar with each other... But I am a soft-hearted person. I can't bear to see even cats and dogs being bullied, let alone an injured person."
Wang Jingzhe said speechlessly: "Your metaphor is no less than stabbing me in the back."
"You're not going to die anyway, so get in the car."
More than an hour later, in the early morning, the two arrived at a small town called Liangshui. The city was not big, a typical small county town in the 18th tier, with a good environment and surrounded by mountains and rivers.
After the two of them had a quick bite to eat, Wang Jingzhe told her that since they needed to recuperate for a while, they couldn't stay in places like hotels. It would be better to rent a homestay, which was quieter and less conspicuous.
Afterwards, Mao Xiaocao found an agency to discuss his requirements, and the agency quickly found a suitable place. There was an old town area next to the Liangshui River. There were not many people there, and it was going to be demolished in a few months, so it was more suitable for short-term rentals.
After the conversation, Mao Xiaocao looked at Wang Jingzhe for a long time and became a little impatient. He asked awkwardly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Isn't renting a house free?" Xiaocao said with a frown.
Wang Jingzhe shyly took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket, spread them out and said, "How about this, let's pool our money together. I still have a dozen dollars here, and you take the rest?"
"Damn it, I've been running around with you and in the end I have to pay for it?"
"May good people have a peaceful life," Wang Jingzhe said seriously.
Mao Xiaocao: “…”
The agent then took Mao Xiaocao and Wang Jingzhe to the rental place. Although it was an old house, the environment was okay. It was close to the river and was relatively quiet. It had its own door and yard and three rooms.
"I'm going out to buy some things. You can do whatever you want. The hospital doesn't seem too far from here. You can just walk there." The house was a little empty, and if you were living there for a short period of time, you would need to buy a lot of things.
Wang Jingzhe said: "It's useless to see a doctor for my illness. When you go shopping, just buy me some nourishing herbs. The rest is mainly rest."
"Very good, you are very capable," Mao Xiaocao said while gritted teeth.
Wang Jingzhe was shy again, scratching his head and said, "Since you're paying for me anyway, it doesn't matter if I do that, right?"
"Can you please talk nicely? Otherwise, I might never come back..."
Wang Jingzhe said seriously: "I don't blame you for leaving"
"Take care, my friend, we won't have time to shake hands when we meet again!"
After Mao Xiaocao left, Wang Jingzhe wiped the cold sweat from his head, entered the house, and immediately lay down on a hard bed, gasping for breath.
Taking off his robe and baring his chest, Wang Jingzhe rubbed the right shoulder of his back with his backhand. The sudden punch from the opponent yesterday had all the force spread into his body. Wang Jingzhe estimated that all his internal organs must have been injured, and now even breathing was a little difficult.
"At least for a few months, we can't start a war. It's so depressing." Wang Jingzhe sighed helplessly: "But fortunately, I have a woman. It's great."
At noon, Mao Xiaocao came back with several bags of different sizes, all filled with daily necessities, just like her daily life at home, with everything she needed.
Wang Jingzhe watched her take out things one by one, and suddenly said, "Are we going to live together?"
