"Then you three help that man in black. Remember, if you can win, fight. If not, run." Yaelle left a guard beside her and sent the three to help.
The three responded and rushed out. Before the masked man could react, they had already joined the fight. Without a doubt, they quickly took him down.
Seeing the masked men fall, Yaelle led Attendant Sean and the others out. By then, the man was barely holding on, half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on his sword.
When he saw Yaelle and the others approach, he still politely thanked her. "Thank you for saving me. I will never forget this kindness."
"I don't know your name or where you're from, but I will repay you someday."
"Hey, hey, you're already hurt this badly, why are you talking about that? Let's go. I'll take you to the clinic." Yaelle walked over to help the man up. She didn't notice the first man who had fallen had already woken up and pulled out a hidden dart, aiming at her.
The others were a bit farther away. By the time they noticed, the dart was already flying toward Yaelle.
At that moment, the man in black grabbed Yaelle and rolled to the side, barely dodging the dart. The others ran over and stabbed the attacker again to make sure he was dead. They also stabbed the other two masked men a few more times just in case they weren't really dead.
Yuhan rolled on the ground and pulled at his wound again. The pain was so bad he couldn't move at all.
He leaned against Yaelle's sides, but his arms gave out. He collapsed straight onto her.
Yaelle was still shaken from almost dying and the sudden closeness with the handsome man. His entire weight landed on her chest, and she let out a yelp.
Yuhan also noticed something strange. This person's chest felt soft. It felt like... a woman?
His eyes widened as he tried to push himself up, but he couldn't use any strength. Embarrassed and flustered, heat rushed to his head, and then he passed out.
"Uh... this..."
"What are you all standing there for? Get him off me! He's crushing me! Put him on the carriage, group those three together, and grab some firewood to burn them."
They all rushed over to carry Yuhan into the carriage. Attendant Sam helped Yaelle stand up.
After they finished cleaning the battlefield, they quickly left the area.
They had gone two or three hundred meters when they saw more masked men lying on the ground. Everyone suddenly felt admiration for the man in black.
He hadn't fought three men. He had fought eight.
He was incredibly strong. They quickly dealt with the rest in the same way.
No one walked slowly anymore. They hurried back home as fast as they could.
On the carriage, Yaelle saw that the man had several bleeding wounds. She told Attendant Sean and the others to tear his white inner shirt.
They applied some ointment from the carriage and wrapped his wounds with cloth for now.
They didn't stop on the road this time and hurried all the way to Qingyun City before noon. They went to the Medicine Fragrance Hall first. Because of their cooperation with Xavier, the people there were already familiar with them.
The doctors and workers inside all recognized Yaelle and Attendant Sean, even though she was dressed as a man. She had the guards carry Yuhan into a back room for treatment and left the careful and steady Attendant Sam to look after him. Then she went to deal with her grumbling stomach.
After all this, Yaelle had no mood to enjoy any delicacies. She casually ordered a few dishes at a restaurant, ate quickly, and went back to the Medicine Fragrance Hall. On the way back, she also told Attendant Sean to bring a meal to Attendant Sam.
When she returned to the treatment room, Yuhan's wounds still hadn't been bandaged. It was because a few of them were too long, and blood kept seeping out. Yaelle frowned at the sight and said, "Why not try stitching them up?"
"Stitching? Like using a needle to sew flesh?" The doctor looked puzzled. This was something completely unheard of. "If you can sew torn clothes, why can't you sew torn flesh?"
"It's better than letting it keep bleeding like this." The doctor thought it made sense but had no idea how to start. Yaelle took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and said, "I'll do it."
She figured the doctor was just as inexperienced as she was. At least she had seen it before. She often watched surgery scenes on TV and had seen people sew up practice models on Douyin.
It didn't look that hard. She asked someone to bring her an embroidery needle and slightly bent it after some adjustments. Then she got high-proof liquor to soak the tools for disinfection.
There was only regular thread, so she had to make do. Then she fed Yuhan some pain-relief powder. The room wasn't really suitable for a surgery, but there was no other option.
She could only do her best and leave the rest to fate. Once everything was ready, Yaelle began following the techniques she remembered. She carefully stitched and tied the knots.
At first, her hands were clumsy and shaky, but as time passed, she became more skillful. After a long and tense half hour, she finally finished everything. Sweat covered her forehead like she had just overcome a major trial.
When she finally let out a sigh of relief, her whole body collapsed into the chair, completely exhausted. Attendant Sam quickly stepped up to wipe her sweat and asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright?" Yaelle waved her hand without replying.
She was too tired to speak. When no one was paying attention, she secretly took out anti-inflammatory medicine from her space medical kit. She crushed it, mixed it with water, and fed it to him.
After all, having lived through three years of a pandemic, who didn't have some medicine at home? Especially for people like her, who ran a shop. With so many customers coming in to play mahjong, anything could happen.
Having medicine on hand was a form of emergency prep. Because his injuries were serious and he couldn't be moved, Yaelle decided to bring the others home first. Before leaving, she told the doctor to monitor his condition.
She said he might get a fever later. Even though the doctor was more professional than her, she still gave repeated reminders because she couldn't stop worrying. On the way, Yaelle told the people with her not to mention today's events to Michael.
Otherwise, her brother might not let her out again. Since nothing serious had happened this time, they hesitated a bit but agreed in the end. Yaelle was pleased.
Once they got home, she told Attendant Sam to give each of them 500 coins as a reward for this "business trip." The guards were all very happy. They felt following Yaelle never led to any loss.
She was generous, and from then on, they all fought to be assigned to her outings.