193: Chapter 192: I Doubt You Too 193: Chapter 192: I Doubt You Too “Why should I leave?
Only you and I know what happened today.
Do you really think you’d be dumb enough to tell your brother everything?” Song Yun looked at Shen Yan with contempt.
“Turn over; let me take a good look at your wounds.”
Shen Yan tried his best to turn over, but instead, he aggravated some small cuts on his body.
Wounds that had stopped bleeding began to bleed profusely again, and he turned into a bloody mess.
Song Yun sighed, reached out with both hands, and roughly turned him over.
The movement caused Shen Yan so much pain he almost passed out.
“Damn it, go easy, will you?
I don’t want to end up dead at my own doctor’s hands.”
“Cut the crap, I’m already being merciful by agreeing to treat you.
What more do you want?
By the way, why didn’t you go to the hospital with such serious injuries instead of asking me to come over?” Song Yun asked while pulling off the blood-stained clothes stuck to the wounds.
“Hehe, actually, I sneaked out this time.
Otherwise, how could that bastard have caught the chance to have someone assassinate me?” Shen Yan chuckled sheepishly.
“You really know how to stir up trouble,” Song Yun slapped Shen Yan on the back, eliciting a cry of pain and a string of curses from him.
“I’ve seen enough of your wounds; they’re not too serious, just excessive blood loss.
I’ll apply some medicine, and I guarantee you’ll be hopping around in a day or two.” Song Yun pulled a small bottle from his pocket and poured its contents into a cup.
As the medicine powder mixed with water, it emitted a foul, fishy smell, and the color was pitch black and extremely sticky when stirred with chopsticks.
“Gulp.” Shen Yan swallowed his saliva and looked at the cup in Song Yun’s hand with alarm.
“Is that what you call ‘medicine’?
Are you sure this is going to heal me and not kill me?”
“Quit your whining,” Song Yun replied as he grabbed a used spoon from nearby and scooped some of the medicine onto Shen Yan’s wounds.
“Oh right, I forgot to tell you something.
This medicine is pretty potent; you’ll probably be in pain all night and won’t be able to sleep.”
“You motherf…” Shen Yan cursed but suddenly felt an intense burning pain, much like the time he was burnt hiding beside a car.
“It’s getting late.
I’m going to go back and sleep,” Song Yun said with a yawn.
“No matter how much it hurts, don’t touch your wounds.
Just endure it.
It’ll be fine by tomorrow morning.”
“Damn, you mean I have to endure this pain all night?” Shen Yan’s voice trembled as he spoke.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.
And the medicine might get even more intense around midnight, so brace yourself,” Song Yun patted him on the shoulder and chuckled.
“I’ll leave now and come back tomorrow morning to check on you.”
As Shen Yan roared in pain, Song Yun left cheerfully.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiao Qin and Xiao Yin look at him with hopeful eyes.
Clearing his throat, Song Yun said, “I’ve managed to stop Shen Yan’s bleeding.
Keep a close eye on him tonight.
This medicine I applied hurts a bit, so make sure he doesn’t touch his wounds.
I’ll check on him again in the morning, and if there aren’t any major issues, I expect his wounds will heal in a day or two.”
“Thank you so much,” Xiao Qin said excitedly.
“Xiao Qin, go in and keep an eye on Shen Yan.
He’s not very strong-willed, so make sure he doesn’t end up touching the medicine,” Xiao Yin instructed.
Seeing that Xiao Qin seemed to have something to say to Song Yun, she obediently bowed and went inside.
“You can say whatever you want right here,” Song Yun said, smiling.
“Did Shen Yan tell you everything?” Xiao Yin asked, her expression fluctuating.
“Yeah, I know a little about his past now.
But I didn’t expect the kid had such a tough childhood,” Song Yun scoffed, feeling a certain affinity for those who had experienced similar hardships.
After all, his own childhood was spent amidst constant training and killing.
Now, finding someone whose childhood was comparable to his own brought him some joy.
“I hope you won’t tell anyone about what happened today.
This time Shen Yan said he was just going out to clear his mind, but it was more about avoiding disaster.
He sneaked out without notifying his family, fearing that some of them had already sided with his brother,” Xiao Yin sighed.
“His childhood was indeed very miserable.
I’m his personal maid; I know everything about him.
But I was surprised that when he got into trouble today, you were the first person he thought of, and inadvertently, you ended up saving his life.”
“Are you suggesting I’m unreliable?
Or to put it bluntly, you think I followed you purposefully?” Song Yun tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yin.
“A bit of that, I admit.
The timing and location of your appearance are too suspicious,” Xiao Yin didn’t hide her thoughts.
“If something had happened to Shen Yan today, I wouldn’t have let you off the hook.
I mean what I say, and I wouldn’t forgive you.”
“Whatever,” Song Yun chuckled.
“I don’t mind being doubted because, while you doubt me, I also have my suspicions about you.
Let me return your words, if I find out you have any ill intentions towards us, none of you three will get away.
And you better believe me.”
Xiao Yin nodded and went inside the room.
Song Yun lit a cigarette at the doorstep and muttered, “Damn, there’s increasingly more to deal with.
How am I supposed to enjoy myself here?”
Back in his room, Song Yun slept soundly.
As one of the world’s top assassins and the Wolf King of the Mercenary World, Song Yun had heightened senses that allowed him even in his sleep to detect any approaching enemies.
This was a profound skill; many masters possessed strong sixth sense, capable of sensing killing intent or hostility from those nearby—even with their eyes closed, they could easily detect danger, and Song Yun certainly had this sixth sense.
If someone showed up at this moment, he would be able to counterattack swiftly.
The next morning, the door burst open early, and a pair of ice-cold, damp hands slipped under the covers and touched Song Yun’s thigh.
Song Yun suddenly jerked awake; if he hadn’t been in a deep sleep, he probably would have been scared enough to jump up.
He glared at the unexpected guest and yelled, “Qingluan!
What are you doing here so early in the morning?
If you want to tease me, at least choose midnight.”