Chapter 37: What Karmic Bond

A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost.

Why is he talking nonsense?

Qiao Sheng thought of a possibility and said to Hua Qianqian, "Miss, if you listen to his rambling, it's not what he says at all."

"If it's not that, then what is it? I have never treated any other woman the way I treat you. I fell for you at first sight; how could I bear to treat you like this?"

Shi Lin looked at Qiao Sheng with a look of deep anguish.

He's so good at acting.

Not acting would truly be a pity!

Qiao Sheng threw a punch at him with all his heart.

Hua Qianqian couldn't accept it: "Senior brother, you, you have disappointed me so much, sob…"

She cried and flew away from here.

Qiao Sheng shouted while jumping, but couldn't call her back.

When Shi Lin approached her.

Qiao Sheng lifted his foot and kicked forward; Shi Lin dodged again, this time not catching her foot.

"Using me as a shield—how shameless!"

"Likewise."

Shi Lin replied to her.

Qiao Sheng ignored Shi Lin, lifted the basket and went to pick Yanghuai Flower.

The Yanghuai Flower was undamaged but covered in dust; when Qiao Sheng delivered it to Li Dayin and the others, he explained that he helped clean it before leaving.

Since she didn't see an ox cart pulling people, Qiao Sheng carried the purchased items and walked home; after about a quarter of an hour, she suddenly slipped and rolled into a nearby forest.

Bang.

Qiao Sheng felt she had collided with something.

She fixed her gaze and looked.

Qiao Sheng's expression froze; what fate bound her to him, and now they meet again under such circumstances.

What happened to him?

He was injured and fainted.

No comment.

Although Shi Lin's words were irritating, he was quite handsome.

His sword‑shaped eyebrows slanted into his temples, his nose was high and straight, his skin fair, his lips of moderate thickness, and his figure especially slender—one could tell he had long legs without measuring.

The gaze fell on the wound on Shi Lin's chest.

Qiao Sheng furrowed his brows: who is he, and how did he get poisoned?

Should she save him?

After thinking, Qiao Sheng fed Shi Lin some Spirit Spring Water, then fetched leaves and grass to lay on his body, and sprinted toward the town.

She simply couldn't stand watching someone die without helping, so she decided to fetch a doctor to examine him.

After searching several places, she finally found a doctor willing to go with her.

Qiao Sheng gritted her teeth, endured the pain, rented a carriage, and brought the doctor to where Shi Lin was.

The doctor who came with Qiao Sheng was an old man.

The old man first took Shi Lin's pulse, then examined his wound; afterward, he frowned and said, "Miss, he's been poisoned. This toxin I have never seen before; I'm afraid it cannot be cured."

"If it can't be cured, then isn't he…"

Just as Qiao Sheng thought that, the old man spoke, "I have medicine that delays toxins; do you want it?"

Can she afford it with the money she has?

Qiao Sheng's gaze fell on the pouch on Shi Lin's body; she pulled it open, saw the amount of money, and asked, "Old doctor, how much does the toxin‑delaying medicine cost?"

"Five taels of silver per bottle, each containing twenty pills."

The old man replied.

That's expensive.

Qiao Sheng still bought it, handing him broken silver worth five pieces per tael.

The old man took an emerald‑green bottle from his medicine box and handed it to Qiao Sheng, saying, "Give him two pills now; if he hasn't awakened after taking them, give another after two hours. He may take at most three pills a day."

He saw him off.

Qiao Sheng poured out two pills, squatted, and fed them to Shi Lin with Spirit Spring Water.

Xiao Shitou was still with Zhang Qiao, so she naturally couldn't wait two hours here; after considering, she moved Shi Lin into a space, then quickly returned to the Mountain God Temple.

(End of chapter)