[Hokage] Terukawa

"……roll!"

Perhaps because there was no need to refocus, Lan's eyes widened, her clear blue eyes embedded in the deep sockets, and her ferocious aura almost turned into sharp knives. If I really take his life at this moment, I will definitely get a miserable look of death.

I quietly admired the darkness that seemed to be quenched in his pupils. As a few seconds passed, it was me too—I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I gently retracted my hands and released the suppression. I remained motionless, only pulling at the corners of my mouth as I watched the man try to stand up several times. In the end, he could only use the strength of his torso and elbows to twist and roll down my lap from the side. . His beautiful long hair that looked like rippling blue waves fell back into the dust and became stained with dirt. He lay on the cold, hard ground, and his wrinkled back looked like the cracked rock or bad soil from which a stream gushed out.

"Ah-"

"call--"

He breathed in and out heavily. So instinctive, now burdened. Those balloon-like alveoli suddenly swelled like round fish eyes, and then shrank like balls of cloth and paper tightly held in the palm of the hand.

I let go of my sleeves, and when I spoke again, it was a brisk laugh with a rising ending.

"My patient, if the words of my greeting have offended you, I sincerely apologize to you. Please do not misunderstand, and do not be angry. It is your right to remain silent - as you can see, I am just a lack He's just an ordinary medical nin who has a sense of humor and isn't good at chatting. Since seniors like you are really...well, too rare, I'm a little curious."

Poetry-like laughter filled the dirty cell with ridicule and banter. I feel like my mind is already heating up, otherwise how could I have made a passage so disgusting, and how could I have expressed a malicious greeting like a song.

One second. Two seconds.

one cent. Two points.

Lan didn't roar or curse further as I thought. On the contrary, he just lay silently on the ground only one step away from me, as if that was his second promised land, so I realized that he never wanted to escape...he just wanted to escape me and my shadow.

My eyes stayed on that back figure for a long time, until the images on my retinas and the distorted thoughts were suddenly mixed into a ball, and I suddenly closed my eyes as if in shock.

When I spoke again, the howling wind and snow would not be colder than my voice: "Everyone, it's time for us to go to a new place."

The person who appeared quietly next to me was Jingyi. He looked up at my face, was startled for a moment, then nodded without saying a word, and turned around to lead the way.

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New interrogation room.

The space is more spacious, the things are more complete, the environment is cleaner than the cells in the corridor, and there are no messy obscenities around. The only special thing is that there is an iron fence in the middle line, dividing a large interrogation room into a pair of suites.

According to my request, the inside belongs to Lan and the outside belongs to me.

I'm prepared to spend my time here.

Putting Lan Xin's hand, who had been unconscious since I don't know, on the floor made of hay, I turned around and waved the smoldering fire paper a few times, lighting the brazier placed in the center of the room. The flames that received the fuel grew extremely fast, and a cluster of dancing crimson soon appeared in the darkness that lingered like mist.

The firewood...was replaced with charcoal, which effectively eliminated the hilarious ending of Lan and I both suffocating to death.

The warm orange light lit up most of the interrogation room. I stared at the licking tongues of fire, and I always felt that the sockets of my eyes were being burned a little.

I suddenly felt... at a loss for no apparent reason? The fingers that had just touched Lan's eyelids were slightly numb, so much so that even the small movements of rubbing their fingertips back and forth could not bring back the feeling of pity.

This is the first time I've treated someone so badly.

"Is the light okay?" ” Jingyi asked me.

"can."

"The charcoal is placed in the warehouse on the west side. If you need it, you can get it yourself...or you can call someone." The guards have been changed and you can dispatch them as you wish. 』

"I remember. You can go."

I was a little upset, and it felt like there were ten thousand stupid sparrows in my ears, not knowing what to say.

Wait, this is not the reason why I am angry at Jingyi.

"Thank you," I quickly came to my senses, "and, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The second half of my sentence was stuck in my throat, and Gai Yinjing raised an index finger in front of his lips - "Quiet."

As if I was hit in the head, I suddenly realized that I had...forgot to use the finger code.

This left me in a huge daze for a moment.

Silence lingers in this place where light and shadow see each other. The mirror looked at me, and I only looked at him for a few seconds before I forced my gaze into the comfortable darkness behind him.

"An old blood feud, huh?" 』

My eyesight is gone. He still seemed to have no expression, as calm and indifferent as his name - a mirror.

"That's understandable. 』

"Then will you let him get out of this dungeon alive?" 』

"Won't. 』

My reply movements were as fast as a steel knife trying to stab, and as heavy as pig iron trying to be swung out. The excessive and clumsy force injected into my knuckles made the shadow I cast on the wall rough and cold.

"Absolutely impossible. 』

"Then do what you want," Jingyi nodded slightly, "but don't end it too hard. It always takes some effort to wash clothes stained with blood. 』

The crisp sound of the gate locking was made even colder by the muffled sound of flames scorching the void.

I watched Jingyi's back until it disappeared around the next dark corner. After all, the view provided by the gate is limited. I stared at the empty corridor for a long time, and finally moved the toe of my shoe in the direction of the nightmare I had been having for many years.

I have done the same action countless times in dreams, but in the past it pointed to nothingness and emptiness, but this time it will point to the end.

Lan's end. My starting point.

I clenched my fists and wrapped my numb and cold fingertips into my palms.

It's time to go.

How can this person achieve peace?

How can a person like him, who is burdened with blood debt... find peace?

Of course he can't.

Neither can I.

That's fine.

The heavy darkness that was squeezed and accumulated in the chest finally moved his feet. My heart felt light, my breathing became a little smoother, and a brisk smile appeared on my lips.

At this moment, I, Terukawa Yasaka, want to smile from the bottom of my heart.

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Lan's awakening began with a bad convulsion. By then I had wiped his body and completed basic medication and debridement. I kept everything as clean and tidy as possible. Only the waste barrel was placed next to his floor. The maggots picked out from the severed hand were squirming in the broken barrel. The red and white pus and blood were smeared on it. It filled the walls of the barrel, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell. The old bandages stuck together and the dirty towels are stacked together. The former will undoubtedly need to be discarded and replaced with new ones, and the latter I certainly don’t want to wash with my hands.

As soon as I noticed something was wrong with Lan's condition, I forced my fingers into Lan's mouth. He already has no hands, and I believe he won't want to find that he has no tongue when he wakes up next time - especially if the culprit is his own mouth. It's not good for my "interrogation" or his mentality. This is not good.

The other hand took advantage of the situation to support his lower jaw, tilting his head to one side so that he would not be choked by possible vomit on the spot - of course, considering that it is very likely that he has not eaten a drop since the torture. , there is no need to vomit at all and only retching of sour water is also a wonderful possibility.

Emergency treatment for febrile convulsions...Normally, it should also include unbuttoning clothes and opening windows for ventilation, but Lan's clothes have been through too much with him, and they are far from being summed up by simply "dirty and smelly" , so as early as when I wiped his body, I pinched his nose and cut all the clothes on him into tattered strips of cloth.

Naked men do not need to take off their clothes.

As for opening windows for ventilation? Stop dreaming, sun, moon, what I want is for these stars that travel with time to only meet him in dreams from now on.

Now, this naked, scarred body was shaking and twitching violently. The torso was heaving and spasming rapidly, and the limbs were in an extremely unnatural stretched state. I watched the pair of ferocious stumps being raised and lowered, and even tried the "support" action - of course it was in vain, except for scraping away a few bloody scabs on the top of the section and leaving a few streaks on the hay underneath me. Apart from the ugly but easily erasable traces, it was of no use at all, and the pain was unbearable - so the attempts at "support" were stopped.

Maybe it's unconsciousness, maybe it's pain, or maybe it's a desire for relief - when Lan opened his eyes due to convulsion, my hands could also clearly feel the trembling and friction of the dry vocal cords - what did he want to say? ? What does he want to be called? I wasn't curious. After all, the interrogation was just a pretense. I wanted nothing from him except death.

There was a distinct pain from the finger in my mouth, and his teeth really struck my knuckles. What rose up in his throat was not vomit or digestive juices, but only broken, weak syllables.

How miserable, Lan.

If this is your ending...will you accept it happily?

Of course, I'm not asking for your opinion.

I lowered my eyes and used my knuckles to straighten his head again.

"Come on, move lightly, keep breathing...it will pass soon."

My voice is low and gentle, and combined with the dull whirring sound of the burning brazier, it is actually a little warm.

See, people are no different. He killed my family and left me with countless nightmares, but I still suffered from high fever, my mouth was crooked, my eyes were twisted, and I was in such a miserable state. Considering only the personal safety of the ninja, guarding the lord of a city is actually a good job. He should be a proud person.

"Relax, relax a little... Come on, breathe out - breathe in - OK, you're doing great."

Lan probably heard my whispers, because I saw clear ravines on his abdominal muscles, and the old scars scattered there were flattening and rising, rising and flattening again.

Despite the chaos, despite the urgency... but compared to the terrible state just now, as if he was on the verge of death, he was already breathing hard at this moment.

Putting aside the broken dignity and pride, putting aside the pain and defeat of the fait accompli, at least at this moment, he wanted to live.

This is a good thing.

I no longer needed to support his jaw, so I carefully and gently rubbed his sweaty side cheeks with the back of my hand, and rearranged a few strands of forehead hair that were messed up due to convulsions into a docile and supple look. The rippling blue spring water flows through my fingers. I raised my palm slightly. The hair scattered between the fingers is too thin and too soft. They shine in the firelight, cute and pitiful. However, as long as you change the angle and make the light darker and weaker, they become almost transparent again. .

His physical and mental condition was indeed very poor, so bad that he would lose a lot of hair just by stroking it.

I broke into a small smile.

Everything is still very long.

A few minutes later, Lan finally recovered from the convulsion. His twitching and trembling gradually subsided, and his heart-stopping breathing and heartbeat barely returned to normal frequencies. The only problem was his eyes - what flashed away was probably fear, followed closely by Familiar and extremely strong hatred and murderous intent.

Alarm bells blared in my head, and I should have withdrawn my finger quickly, but irrational behavior does not always require a reason.

The teeth clicked on my knuckles as expected, and the sharp sting hit my brain along the sensory nerves - it hurt, no doubt. What's even more extreme is that I'm sure he won't let go easily, because if I was the one being suppressed at this moment, I would make him pay at least one finger.

It makes sense that both saving and killing people have to pay a price.

I patted his side cheek gently: "Relax."

What responded to me was his misaligned teeth. In the severe pain, I saw blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Alas, if you don’t eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink.

"Uh-huh, ahhhhh!!!"

The flesh and blood will only make a slight but dull sound when broken. I took back my bleeding fingers, looked back and forth to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then rubbed a ball of light cyan shimmer on my fingertips. The torn flesh and blood reorganized and closed, and when the light faded, the bloody and horrific bite was intact as before.

As for Lan, his jaw was pierced by a spike made of his own saliva, and surging blood was pouring out. He turned his head sideways, but he was still choked so much that he could hardly cough. The overflowing blood wetted his cheeks, chin, neck and my sleeves. If anything could make him feel less like a fish starved of oxygen, it would be his tears.

With a gentle, considerate and encouraging smile, I watched his death struggle - until he was dying.

Being willing to resist is also a good thing, but resistance is not the same as recklessness. I don’t want to see some ridiculous ways again.

"How do you feel?" After cleaning Lan completely, I patted his shoulder in a calm tone.

Lan's eyes are the most ferocious I have ever seen in my life, but he is as sensitive to emotions as I am - he is not as fearless as he thought.

Especially since I haven't wiped away his tears yet.

"I'm going to... kill you," he said.

"You can try," I nodded gently, "I'm just a doctor. Apart from health and not seeking death, I have no moral requirements for you."

Lan stared at me. Those rages, resentments and fears seemed to have nowhere to go. Together with all the pain, struggle, blood and suffocation just now, they made such a wonderful joke.

"——Doctor?" He laughed suddenly, and the re-suturing of his throat should have caused him great pain.

"Doctor!" The laughter stopped, and the voice was very weak, but it was still probably a roar, "You should at least wait until the smell of blood dissipates!"

"I'm sorry, but I've always been impatient," I bowed apologetically, and reached out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, "I thought you already knew."

"Don't touch me - I told you not to touch me!"

Pointless deterrence, futile avoidance. The ninja who lost his arms, the poisonous snake who had his fangs pulled out.

I ignored his struggle and said warmly: "I gave you medicine before, and now it seems that although the fever has not gone away, you are more energetic than before."

The fear was growing, but I knew he was no pushover.

I withdrew my hand, and my smile also faded, so all that was left was the calmness of warm water: "Okay, I won't touch you, but you have to tell yourself how you feel."

Lan stared at me for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "Fuck you."

"You can't do it." My mind went blank for a moment, and I could clearly feel the corners of my eyes twitching physiologically. "My mother has passed away." I want him to feel what I feel, and I want him to bear it. What I endured, I wanted him to lose like I lost, to be crushed like I was crushed. This man should have been pierced by a knife and wind, and his pain must be a thousand times more severe than mine.

I showed a strange smile.

He looked interested: "Then it's you?"

"Me? This is not within the scope of my services," I tilted my head, "Perhaps I should remind you that first of all, I am a fourteen-year-old minor; secondly, the spiritual union between doctor and patient Whether it is a sexual union or not, it is against ethics and morals."

"You, ethics, morals?" Lan's face became exaggerated and weird, and she scanned and examined my whole body very deliberately, "As a ninja, a lowly ninja, a ninja who has power... actually has scruples... Is it ethical?”

"So you don't have any scruples?"

I seemed confused, but the next moment my eyes lit up, as if I could see the moonlight when the clouds cleared——

"So you have this kind of relationship! You and that Ito——"

A moment of terror.

The timing, the movements, the disguise, everything was perfect, Lan wasn't just talking nonsense, he probably really had the ability to kill me.

If this sneak attack is not what I expected.

I kept moving sideways, and the fabric at my sleeves was neatly torn in half. Under the fabric, my wrist was dripping, and blood was falling to the ground like raindrops. A piece of flesh and blood was torn away by the wind pillar. It hurts.

I kept my chin propped up. If I hadn't turned sideways just now, it would have been my throat that was pierced and torn.

"Oh! I missed!"

Lan lamented loudly with a hoarse voice, and the highest part of his voice was a funny broken accent, but he didn't care, and even beat the hay under him with his broken arm. Only that pleasant face said otherwise - a sickly flushed flush came to his cheeks, a look of twisted pleasure that gnashed his teeth.

"I thought I could see your hypocritical dog head explode into fireworks and then transform into a blood fountain on the spot!"

I looked at him quietly.

My pupils, filled with madness, swelled and protruded, and my gentle shadow was reflected in the two aqua mirrors with my violent and ecstatic desires. He wanted to burst and vent, but even if the fire-like emotions swept through his eyes, all they could ignite was the desire buried deepest.

Desire, the finest fuel. With the flame ignited by desire, even the fear hidden in the shadows will be illuminated, as if the next second will tremble and burn with the most intense emotions.

What is he longing for?

"Are you thirsty?" Suddenly, I asked warmly.

Compared to his manic laughter, my voice was really calm.

Probably because I knew that Lan would take the initiative to pick up every piece of speech I threw on the ground, and then insert it into her own ears without missing a word.

"Varied……?"

"You're thirsty." I smiled.

He didn't seem to understand.

Immediately, raindrops of blood fell on his face like real raindrops. I only straightened my arms and did not bend down, so the blood fell and splashed on Lan Zeng's face, and combined with the violent sweat on his head due to weakness and excitement - it took only a moment, and the blood flowed out. Wangmai enveloped Lan's head and face with an extremely ferocious look.

His stunned look was shattered by the first drop of blood that fell into his eyes. As the instigator, I was able to mobilize my dynamic vision and appreciate up close how the expression on such a beautiful face could be arrogant and violent.

Theoretically speaking, there are four moments that are most valuable to watch: one is when the blood is first spilled, and you are confused; the second is when the blood falls into the eye, and it changes instantly; the third is when you turn your head and yell and avoid it, but in the end it just makes you angry. There was a moment of blankness as more blood flowed from the face into the mouth; the fourth was rage, fear... and even despair.

Did I see it? In theory, it should be seen.

But I just felt that the scene in front of me was blurred by light and shadow into a twisted halo. I couldn't see anything clearly and couldn't remember anything. Blinking, his eyes were still dry.

"Ugh..." The Adam's apple moved up and down, causing Lan to struggle and turn over her upper body. My vision suddenly became clear, and with a flick of my toe, I sent the half bucket of maggots steadily to the side of Lan's neck.

Thankfully, Lan was probably a considerate and good patient on the inside, and he vomited in a bucket of maggots. For me, it means I don’t have to clean up the floor.

The bleeding hadn't stopped yet, so I retracted my arm, and a drop of blood accidentally fell on Lan's head, who was holding the bucket of maggots and vomiting wildly. The blood seeped down the gaps in the hair, and the aqua blue background was extremely dazzling in the dim light. Even if it was just broken and scattered red spots, it was unforgettable.

I vomited...can I vomit anything? Could it be going a little too far?

I pinched my wrist. When the green light subsided, the torn flesh and blood recovered as before, except for the remaining blood stains, not even a trace was retained.

Won't. Lan can bear it, and must be able to bear it. If he is obedient, the "doctor" will be kind to him, if he is disobedient, the "doctor" will be "nice" to him - this does not depend on the "doctor", but on himself.

Am I awake?

I want to kill, I am killing, but what I want is never just Lan's death. What I want is revenge, blood repayment, tooth for tooth and eye for eye.

So, um - I'm not necessarily sober, and who can ask a person bent on revenge to be sober? ——But I must be calm.

I'm very cold and quiet.

I disdain the so-called "ninja way" of crushing a cripple with a severed hand. I have my own way of revenge, even if it means I have to work harder and be more patient.

pleasure? ……No. How can revenge be fun?

Boring, boring, bland and tasteless. The so-called pleasure of being condescending is just that, nothing special, just ordinary.

Lan was still holding the bucket of maggots and retching - as usual, of course he couldn't spit out anything, and he didn't know if he would be disgusted and want to vomit when he looked at the writhing half of the bucket of maggots, and then fall into a vicious cycle.

Probably not, that's Lan.

I took a towel and hastily wiped the remaining blood on my arm. I stayed aside until Lan's condition seemed more stable, then I squatted down and wiped his face with a towel soaked in warm water.

When this face is stained with blood and when it is clean, there are two completely different kinds of beauty.

"Really unforgettable."

I arched my eyebrows and spoke with approval. I held his chin and looked closely at the white face that had been wiped away from the blood and dirt.

"From this point of view, it is reasonable for the young city lord of the 14th and 15ths to be attracted to you."

"I didn't, I didn't...no. It's not...like this."

I don't know if it was my imagination - Lan's face was already drained of blood, but it seemed to become more and more despondent after saying these words. His breathing was rapid, and his pupils were slightly dilated, as if the energy that supported him and me in tit-for-tat had been vomited into a trash can full of maggots along with the blood and acidic water of those disgusting people just now. . If you look closely, you can see that the chapped lips are actually trembling.

Is he afraid of me?

"You... are crazy... you are all crazy...!"

It was within my expectations that Ran would deny that she had an improper relationship with the Ito clan - in fact, based on the basic analysis of a lot of information shared by Yoichi, I knew very well that people like Ran had negative feelings towards the Ito clan. It is absolutely impossible to have any overreaching thoughts... Of course, it is hard to say whether the Ito family is alive or not, but everyone else is dead. The world is so big that there is no room for the dead to speak?

I fabricated these nonsense in front of Lan, firstly to retaliate against him for talking about me, and secondly, to test - to test the "master-slave relationship" between him and the Ito family.

Facts have proved that my revenge and temptation were both successful. Lan didn't answer a word directly, but the answer was clearly right in front of me.

This is a valuable piece of information that may be useful, but the category it belongs to is special after all. Combined with Lan's current situation... it cannot show a thorough attitude.

To retreat and advance.

I remained completely calm, only lowered my head, and wiped his neck and chest with gentle and considerate movements. The thick smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay keeps getting into people's noses. If it were somewhere else, I would quietly retreat far away, but here - in front of Lan, I can do it His face was calm and his tone of voice was as gentle and calm as a pool of warm water for rest and talking.

"'All crazy'? It's strange, there are very few people who can be as crazy as me, right?" I didn't comment on the previous question, but smiled softly, "What happened before?"

It took a moment for Lan's eyes to focus on my face again. He seemed to be uncomfortable with the close distance between me and him. He did not confront me tit for tat, but moved away from me as soon as I touched him, as if he was avoiding me.

……

Don't be impatient.

"Are you tired?" I said to myself, distress and confusion written on my face, "Ah, yes... I am a doctor and you are a patient. The only thing I should do is let you drink water and take medicine, and then Have a good rest...Why did it turn into such a bloody scene?"

As if I finally remembered my own job and decided to correct my previous wrongdoings, I let go of the unanswered questions without any hesitation and wiped off the remaining residue on Lan's body as quickly as possible. After seeing the blood stains, I threw away the towel and went outside to get a bowl of warm water.

"Rinse your mouth?" I said to Lan, "I'm sorry that things have come to this."

Lan opened her eyes. She couldn't tell if her eyes were suspicious or fearful. However, perhaps because the taste in her mouth was really bad after vomiting, she still didn't refuse after all.

I helped him sit up again and fed him the water in the bowl one by one. He was probably still wary of my teasing, his eyes were fixed on my movements, and he was also extremely cautious when gargling water in his mouth - how pitiful is this, are you joking? This was not my intention.

I didn't care about his caution, and when I ran out of a bowl of warm water to rinse my mouth with, I went to get another bowl. He drank it slowly, feeling as harmonious as before, but this time he was probably relieved.

I asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"..."

"Are you feeling better?" I asked patiently.

Lan scoffed.

"That's better. I should have given you water earlier," my tone became louder. "How about we skip the previous steps in the future? Let's get straight to the point. It saves you and me time, and you don't have to Suffering from such physical pain."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lan Huodi twisting his head, his eyes filled with fine bloodshot eyes, widening his eyes, opening his eyelashes, staring at me angrily, almost wanting to bite me.

After a few breaths, he heard his hoarse voice: "What do you mean...those 'skin and flesh pains'," he paused, "are they all my fault?"

The smile that returned to my face showed just the right amount of confusion, and I tilted my head: "Isn't it?"

Is not it?

of course!

If he hadn't bitten off my finger without any explanation, how could the subsequent interactions between you and me have happened?

of course not!

——I wrote this clearly on my face.

Lan's temperament couldn't match the word "broadness". Her breathing at that time was a little heavier, and the blood was rising on her pale face. She tried to stand up several times by fluttering her legs and twisting her stump, but all ended in failure. And I ——Confused, surprised, and indifferent, I adjusted the smile on my face and stabilized the corners of my mouth that were just right.

——Won’t it happen?

——Who knows.

Lan stopped talking, probably because he was about to be mad to death, but my operation was initially effective, and I have calmed down now. Today's effort is a good enough result. If you are too eager for success, it will be easy to make mistakes. His body still needs to be treated. It doesn't matter if Lan doesn't respond to me right now. There will be plenty of time for him to respond to me in the coming time.

After feeding him water and food, and after feeding him food and medicine, coax him to sleep again like this. If the fever subsides, the worst stage will be over.

As if aware of Lan's displeasure, I moved gently and said nothing. Except for necessary questions such as "What are the taboos" and "How does it taste", there was nothing else. Lan still looked half-dead at first. After being fed by me in a gentle voice, Lan raised her eyes and stared at my movements as if she suddenly came to her senses. That vigilant and suspicious look also said I don't know whether it looks more like a cat or a mouse.

"I didn't add the things you were thinking of," I smiled and stuffed the last spoonful of gruel into his mouth. My answer was a rare honest one. "At this stage, the main thing is to replenish physical strength and reduce the high fever. You must Don’t worry—you don’t have a sudden desire to communicate, right?”

Then, under his gaze, I quickly put away the dishes: "In addition, considering that your physical condition is so poor, you can only eat these clear soups and watery things at the moment. I am not deliberately treating you harshly. You can sit here and rest. For a while, but don't fall asleep. I'll give you medicine in ten minutes. After taking the medicine, you can go to sleep if you want. With any luck, the fever will be gone when you wake up."

Lan's eyes were silently glued to me. I picked up the food box and dinner plate and left. After a while, I came back with a new bucket and replaced the half bucket of jumping maggots. At that time, Lan was sitting on the hay with his legs crossed and his head down. He didn't know what he was thinking - in fact, I was not interested in his thoughts at all - so I took a few more steps and picked up my package from outside. Got a clean coat.

"It's not appropriate to be naked all the time. Putting it on will prevent me from debriding you and applying medicine. How about we compromise and give you this?"

I grabbed both ends of the sleeves and waved them in front of Lan's eyes.

No one answered.

Lan sat cross-legged on the hay, her scarred back slightly stooped, and her broken arms looked strange when raised, and hurt when hanging down, so she had to put them on her knees awkwardly. The drooped head was heavily pressed by the shadow, and he could only direct his gaze to the dark ground and slightly sunken hay.

This confused look... seems to be completely immersed in his own world, and he can no longer hear my words.

I didn't have the patience to hold my clothes and wait for him to come to his senses. I immediately wanted to roll up the clothes and throw them over. However, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through my hands, and my hands changed their trajectory, and instead pulled the robe in my hands with a slightly larger movement. It fluttered in an arc in the air, and finally landed lightly on his shoulders.

Lan woke up with a start, raised her head and stared at me coldly.

"Throw it away if you don't want it. I'm always tolerant towards patients." I said softly.

Lan suddenly spoke: "What are you going to do?"

"Now? Get some medicine for you."

I blinked and added at the end, slightly troubled.

"Please stop doing meaningless things."

"What I'm talking about is after," Lan seemed not to have heard what I meant. "What are you going to do after taking the medicine? Are you just going to guard me here?"

"As it should be, I am your very own doctor," I nodded and smiled very naturally, "Besides, I have to write down what you said."

"...What did I say?"

"For example, your relationship with the Ito clan?"

The air was silent for two seconds. When he spoke again, Lan looked a little tired: "It's my fault that I don't speak my mind, but the relationship between the city lord and me... is not what you think." He is my master, and I am him. The ninja...that's all. "

"That's it?" I laughed, but my tone was almost sighing, "He really wants to kill you!"

——Your "that's all" sounds like wishful thinking. Your "master"... he either loves you badly or hates you.

"He didn't want to kill me!" Unexpectedly, Lan seemed to not only fail to understand the implication of my words, but also raised his voice as if he was insulted, and argued loudly, "He just misunderstood the abilities of ninjas." , He, he thought I--"

"He thinks you won't feel pain or die. If your hands are cut off, red liquid fireworks will erupt. Even if your head is crushed, you will jump up like a cockroach or a mouse and prostrate yourself in front of him. ,Is it right?"

I raised my chin again, relying on the warm light of the brazier, and asked softly.

——How interesting. The man who was still raising his head and arguing loudly with me a second ago, but the next moment he heard my words clearly, he subconsciously lowered his head and lowered his eyes, as if... he was struck by a single word. The mysterious street hustler.

Looking at Lan's stiff back and expression, I finally couldn't suppress my smile anymore and stepped forward to pat his back as if joking.

"Lan, Lan... What do you think of your young master? Cognitive impairment? A born evil?

"still……"

Squeezing the back of his shoulder, I felt that I could barely control the trembling of my fingers, but the tone that was almost pity was eventually followed by the syllables and was smoothly and clearly spoken out of my throat.

"A young and inexperienced child who needs education and training?"

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"The first day of simultaneous treatment and interrogation of Lan is over.

"I have been a quack doctor for a day, and I have to continue to be a quack. I only know how to treat injuries, not diseases. He only needs to survive these few days and he will be fine.

"The relationship between Lan and Ito is indeed unusual, but it will not be a relationship between lovers - or at least it will not be a normal relationship. Lan rejects this statement, but is very concerned about this issue. I used my words to stimulate him a lot. After saying a few words, it worked.

"What is certain is that they had a close relationship before they came to Xingshou City. Maybe Lan really took care of the Ito clan when they were still children... It is also reasonable from the perspective of protecting ninjas.

"But you can't rush for success. You can't push too hard. You can't let him have too much resistance. To deal with people like Lan, appeasing is far more effective than forcing.

"In addition, the purpose of the first day has been achieved. When you unfold the clothes and put them on his shoulders, and pat his back gently to express comfort, his body will shrink and tremble.

"It was just a moment, and maybe he didn't even notice it, but I was excited to realize that he was scared.

"He's afraid of me."