Xin Che's brows also wrinkled deeper and deeper, Yin Su was right, the smell must be caused by the rot of the wound, but those few critical wounds have obviously been treated. He was still quite confident in his medical skills, and even if the wounds healed slowly, they would never deteriorate to such an extent, unless the wound was in a place he had not noticed at all.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has been offended!"

By the light and warmth of the fire, Xin Che leaned closer, and his hand was soft but quick. Sure enough, a senran wound appeared in front of his eyes.

The wound must have been pierced by the sharp and thick branches of the tree, and there were layers of filthy blood oozing from the periphery, and the already rotten part of the flesh was mixed with some equally rotten dirt and dirt, which soaked most of the back, emitting a foul smell.

"Master Yin, the rotten wound is in the back of your heart, I can't see how deep this wound is, but I'm afraid I have to completely remove the rotten flesh before applying medicine."

"Okay."

She believed him, and she knew that this man would not have any narrow and bad intentions. This trust came a little inexplicably, as she recalled many years later: "I rarely go out, and I never remember what kind of novice there was in Yunju Temple, but the monk with a cold voice never made me suspicious. He has a good smell of sandalwood on his body, and his voice has a reassuring power. I never doubted him even when I didn't even see his appearance, and it was the power of faith, as he said. ”

Drawing a knife and wanting to cut the clothes around the wound first, for fear of hurting her, every movement of Xinche was slow and difficult. The adhered wound was not easy to clean, and after a while, fine beads of sweat were already oozing from the cheeks facing the fire. He changed positions several times, but failed to accurately clean the most severe wound sites.

Yin Suwen hesitated for a while, and finally did it himself, which was convenient for him to deal with and avoid embarrassment for the two.

She was facing the wall, her back to the light, her long hair gently pulled back, her wounded back trembling slightly.

There was the sound of firewood burning violently in the fire.

"It's going to hurt a little."

At the moment of the knife, the heart was clear and his eyes were not shocked, and there was nothing unusual in his heart. For him, the beauty is no different from the ordinary things in this world.

He was the first of the young monks in Yunju Temple to attain enlightenment, and he was the only reincarnated spirit child in the mouth of the old abbot, even if he was so popular, in his opinion, it should be the same as the injured white rabbits and deer he had saved before.

He was calm, but he was still a little surprised when he saw the wound. The wound is very deep, Yin Suwen has not said a word for so long, and what is even more terrifying is that there are so many hideous whip marks on the body of such a young and weak woman, of different depths, but fortunately, there are no new injuries.

He suddenly wondered, wouldn't such an injury hurt? What has the woman in front of her experienced, everyone in the world suffers, is that it?

"The red dust is impermanent, and it is often let down. Don't forget the original intention, and there will be a good reward in the end. ”

"Okay."

Yin Suwen smiled helplessly, which was considered to be a joy in suffering. Xinche, this kind-hearted monk must have seen the old scars on his back. She guessed that a person like him who didn't like to talk would know how to comfort a strange girl who was hurting, and it was rare to have such a sentence.

He said that he was disappointed but still had to forget his original intention, she only said yes.

The firelight licked the sharp tip of the knife, without the obstruction of the clothes, in the interval of a word, Xin Che had quickly removed most of the carrion on the outside of the wound, his knife was fast, and the blade was steady and accurate. The rotten flesh was removed and the wound was torn open again, and Yin Suwen finally snorted in pain, cold sweat oozing from his back, but his spine stubbornly tried his best to straighten.

"Soon enough!"

The left hand covered Yin Suwen's shoulder, and she felt her every faint tremor clearly transmitted to her body through the palm of her hand, and her heart and hand holding the handle of the knife seemed to tremble suddenly. She didn't want to suffer like this anymore, she forced her to live, she must have been in great pain, but she insisted on not saying anything.

The small iron pot was burned red, and the dark green liquid was tumbling in it.

The injury can be seen in the bones, but fortunately, Xin Che has been proficient in the art of disambiguation since he was a child, but fortunately, there is no danger. dipped in the medicinal juice, carefully wiped every large and small wound on Yin Suwen's body, and re-boiled hot water to carefully clean the dirty places around the wounds. He had never been so close to anyone, and when he was slightly embarrassed, he only told himself in his heart that he was practicing medicine to save people.

Her hair was scattered in his hands like a cloud of ink, and his body smelled of grass, mixed with the smell of water sandalwood spread in the small cave. The water was warm, and his palms had a constant temperature, but there was no more fire in her heart, so she shivered unguardedly. It didn't hurt, but she cried suddenly, like a wronged child.

As if she couldn't bear to see her thin, sobbing shoulders so isolated, Xinche hesitated for a moment and put the palm back on her wrist, patting it gently through the warm silk cloth.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay"

He spoke softly, like a crying child.

Yin Suwen was obviously invisible, but it was as if he had seen everything.

Xinche picked up the cleanest strip of cloth from her underwear and tore it off to make a simple strap, passed it under her armpit, and repeated a few turns to wrap the wound properly. His hands were soft and powerful, his breath was steady and warm, and he was close at hand. The firelit rock wall is full of figures, as if people are sleeping in each other's arms.

"Don't worry, it will be fine soon. ＂

After everything was dealt with, Xin Che finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this comforting sentence was said to Yin Suwen, but it was more like saying it to himself. Wiping away the thin sweat from his palms, he was a little annoyed to find that he seemed to have been contaminated with too much of this worldly world and disturbed his mind. It's not good, it's a sin!

"It's windy at the entrance of the cave, so let's sit here"

Feeling that Xin Che was about to leave again, Yin Suwen couldn't help but reach out and tug at his cuffs.

Regardless of his kindness every time he came to the rescue, he only took care of him carefully, and Yin Suwen couldn't bear to let him suffer more. For so many days, he always sat at the farthest entrance to the cave from him, both to avoid embarrassing her, and to be able to shield her from the wind and snow in this dark and cold place, so that she could feel at ease.

She knew it all, so she couldn't bear it; She knew it, so she didn't want to owe him any more favors. If all the peace and care in this world is not destined to be yours, then the borrowed happiness will always have to be repaid, right?