Finest Servant

Although Lin Wanrong was somewhat annoyed, he did not regret what he had done earlier. Killing a beautiful woman was obviously not a pleasant thing, but if it was just a quicky, he might have considered it. Lin Wanrong fully indulged in his fantasies about Xiao Qingxuan, comforting his injured soul with his vivid imagination.

However, his body was now damp and feverish, and he was both seriously injured and poisoned. Even if he wanted to do her, he was afraid he only had the desire but not the strength to do so.

Fortunately, the place where he came ashore was not far from his temporary residence, and it was getting dark, so he didn't have to worry about anyone discovering his whereabouts.

After observing his surroundings and finding nothing unusual, Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and continued to avoid others as he made his way to his residence. No one paid attention to him along the way, and that girl named Xiao seemed to have no intention of searching for him in the city. Only then did Lin Wanrong let out a sigh of relief.

Just as he arrived at his doorstep, he collapsed on the ground, unable to hold on any longer, gasping for breath.

An old black figure slowly approached Lin Wanrong and said hoarsely, "You're back."

His pupils were empty, as if they had been gouged out, revealing two empty holes, which looked somewhat terrifying.

Lin Wanrong had been with him for nearly a month, and he was no longer as afraid of him as he was at first. He nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Wei, I just went out for a walk and almost lost my life."

He and Uncle Wei had always spoken frankly to each other, except for his true identity, which was too difficult to accept or imagine.

Uncle Wei didn't say anything and slowly squatted down, placing two fingers on Lin Wanrong's pulse. After a moment of frowning, he withdrew his hand and said, "You've been poisoned by a chronic soft-tendon powder. Although it won't kill you, you'll turn purple all over and be weak and powerless for two hours. It will take twelve hours to recover."

Upon hearing that the poison was not fatal, Lin Wanrong let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that the girl hadn't gone too far. But thinking back to the situation in the water just now, if the poison had taken effect then, he might have died. Thinking of this, he felt a little scared.

"As for your internal and external injuries, you just need to rest for a few days to recover," Uncle Wei continued. Although he couldn't see, he touched Lin Wanrong a few times and knew about his external injuries.

Hearing that he could keep his life, Lin Wanrong's mood improved a lot, and the pain seemed to decrease slightly. Of course, this was likely a psychological effect.

Uncle Wei held Lin Wanrong down and said, "Bear with me, I'll pull out the little arrows from your body."

Lin Wanrong paused for a moment, frowning as he said, "Uncle Wei, don't you have any anesthesia? This rough method doesn't suit us civilized people."

Uncle Wei was taken aback and asked, "What is anesthesia?"

Lin Wanrong was surprised at how backward the technology was in this world. Had the great masters like Li Shizhen and Hua Tuo not appeared yet? It seemed that he was going to have to endure this pain. He reluctantly asked, "It's a drug that temporarily numbs the area around my shoulder, so that you can remove the arrow without me feeling any pain."

Uncle Wei shook his head and said, "I've never heard of such a drug. We do have knockout drugs though. Do you want to try that?"

Lin Wanrong quickly shook his head. "No, thank you. I don't want to take knockout drugs. Who knows what kind of side effects they might have."

Uncle Wei then handed him his stinky shoe and said, "Bite down on this."

Lin Wanrong quickly refused. He looked around and found two paperback books to bite on instead. He mumbled, "Alright, go ahead."

Uncle Wei was about to proceed when Lin Wanrong suddenly exclaimed, "Wait a minute!" He saw the look of confusion on Uncle Wei's face and sheepishly said, "Please be gentle when you remove the arrow. It's my flesh and blood after all."

Uncle Wei nodded in agreement. Lin Wanrong thought of the little girl who had caused him this trouble and felt a surge of anger. He had already cursed her ancestors eighteen generations in his heart.

At this point, there was no point in being afraid. Lin Wanrong's face showed a resolute expression. Uncle Wei gently grasped the golden arrow with both hands and with a slight pull, the arrow came out. Lin Wanrong clenched his teeth and bit down on the books, his face turning pale and sweat pouring down, but he didn't make a sound.

Uncle Wei nodded in approval, his face full of admiration. He hadn't expected Lin Wanrong to have such a strong willpower.

Lin Wanrong grew up in a mountain village on the banks of the Han River, and his character had some of the toughness and perseverance of a rural child. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to enter Peking University as the top scorer in the city. He couldn't endure the pain of bone scraping, but he was able to grit his teeth and endure the pain of removing an arrow.

Uncle Wei handed the golden arrow over to Lin Wanrong, who examined it carefully. This small arrow was made of pure gold, beautifully crafted, and engraved with the elegant seal script character "Xuan".

Thinking of the girl who had called herself Xiao Qingxuan earlier, Lin Wanrong understood. Her name was Qingxuan, and Qingxuan was just a homophone for Qingxuan (Different characters but with similar pronunciation). "Xiao Qingxuan, Xiao Qingxuan..." Lin Wanrong murmured the name softly. It was indeed a very elegant name, and just hearing it gave him a glimpse of the person.

The girl made me see blood, so I must make her see blood too. An eye for an eye, and being meticulous in revenge, that's how it has to be with this girl. A cold smile appeared on Lin Wanrong's lips.

Upon hearing Lin Wanrong mention this name, Uncle Wei's face showed a hint of surprise. "Xiao Qingxuan? Are you sure that's her surname?"

Lin Wanrong couldn't confirm what her surname was, but Qingxuan was definitely her name and it shouldn't be fake.

Uncle Wei asked, "Wanrong, tell me about your encounter with her today, from beginning to end."

Uncle Wei was the first person Lin Wanrong met in this world. He had rescued Lin Wanrong from Xuanwu Lake himself, and Lin Wanrong was extremely grateful. So he recounted the events of the day and his conversation with Xiao Qingxuan to Uncle Wei in detail.

As Uncle Wei listened, he looked increasingly surprised and impressed by Lin Wanrong's ideas.

When Lin Wanrong recited his poem, Uncle Wei's face showed even greater astonishment. "Wanrong, did you really write this poem?"

That day, during his annual vacation, Lin Wanrong had climbed Mount Tai with his colleagues. The annoying girl had forced him to carry the luggage of three or four people. It was raining and Lin Wanrong slipped, fell into the clouds, and was inexplicably sent to this completely different world, landing in Xuanwu Lake. If it weren't for Uncle Wei happening to pass by and save him, Lin Wanrong would probably have already died. Therefore, Lin Wanrong had deep gratitude and respect for Uncle Wei, and it was not right to deceive him about this matter.

However, Lin Wanrong knew that the people in this place were almost crazily obsessed with ancient poetry and literature. In order to avoid any unwanted trouble, Lin Wanrong had to brace himself and say, "Yes, Uncle Wei. This is something I happened to come across while taking a stroll around the lake. It's nothing worth mentioning."

Uncle Wei let out a sigh and said, "Wanrong, I've been with you for a month now. During this time, all you talk about are things like traveling and the company, and I've never seen you read a book of poetry until just recently. I thought you didn't like poetry, but it turns out that you have a deep understanding of it. With just these few lines, none of the so-called talented scholars and beautiful ladies in the world today can compare to you."

Lin Wanrong's face turned red, as Xiao Qingxuan had mentioned something similar to him before. At the time, he had accepted it calmly, but now facing the praise from his benefactor, he felt a bit embarrassed.

However, Lin Wanrong did not feel ashamed at all. After all, he had been mysteriously transported to this place and needed to have something to rely on. He saw it as compensation from God.

If anyone was truly shameless, it was that wretched daughter of the chairman who had caused Lin Wanrong so much misery.

Thinking of that hateful girl, Lin Wanrong felt a surge of anger. He quickly controlled his emotions, tightened his abdomen and buttocks, and calmed down. Compared to that despicable girl, Xiao Qingxuan seemed quite lovely.