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Chu Zheng ignored the shock and sat aside to eat the fruit.

"Do you want it?" Chu Zheng ate half of the food and turned to ask the boy who was still huddled in the corner of the coffin.

The young man shook his head.

"Don't blame me if you starve to death."

Chuzheng took care of the rest by herself.

"What are you doing?" Chuzheng threw away the fruit core and turned around to see Jingpo taking off her tied legs.

The boy trembled slightly at Chu Zheng's scolding. The bandages slipped from his hands, all the bandages fell apart, and the board fell from his legs.

"I finally tied it up for you." Chuzheng held the edge of the coffin angrily: "Why did you take it apart?"

After being stunned for a while, he pointed to the box next to him.

Chuzheng didn't understand what it meant.

The young man's voice was weak: "Medicine..."

Chuzheng later figured out that he had medicine that could heal faster, and he wanted to remove it and reapply the medicine.

Chuzheng: "..."

Then am I working hard in vain?

Chu Zheng stood beside the coffin in a daze, watching the young man apply medicine and bandage on himself.

His movements were very skillful, as if he had done them thousands of times.

"What do you do?"

The young man fixed the gauze, and after a few seconds, he answered slowly: "...do...medicine."

"doctor?"

Shocked, Po looked at her suspiciously.

Chuzheng changed the word: "Doctor?"

The word was understandable and Jingpo nodded.

"oh."

Chuzheng took one look at his legs, turned around and left without saying anything.

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Jowray's injured leg made it nearly impossible to climb out of the coffin.

Chu Zheng gave him something, but he didn't eat it. As a result, he could only hold his stomach and look helplessly at the leaves above his head, as if something to eat could fall down.

The crimson fruit suddenly fell into the boy's arms.

His eyes trembled slightly, he looked down at the fruit, and then looked around.

The girl is not here.

This fruit?

The fruit exuded a sweet smell, which made the young man purr alone.

Jingpo can tell at a glance what kind of fruit it is, whether it is poisonous and whether it can be eaten.

Feeling hungry, Jingpo hesitantly reached out his hand and held the fruit, looking around like a little hamster holding the food.

Finally he lowered his head and took a small bite.

Chuzheng leaned behind a nearby tree and watched Jingpo eat the fruit one bite at a time from the corner of her eye.

The fruit in his hand was thrown upward, and in the next second the fruit flew into the air, drew an arc in the air, and fell accurately into the boy's arms.

Chuzheng looked at the boy as before, observing the surroundings first and then eating.

It really looks like a hamster stealing food.

Chu Zheng fed her several fruits and rubbed her chin, thinking, this good guy...isn't he a little stupid?

The sudden falling fruit only made him a little wary, but he soon thought it had fallen from the tree.

Isn't this stupid?

There are only leaves on the tree, where are the fruits?

Not only is he a bit stupid, but his reactions are also a bit slow.

When Chuzheng spoke to him, it would take a few seconds each time for him to reply slowly.

Can such a person become a doctor?

Won't the patient be cured?

Chuzheng expressed doubts.

Chuzheng waited for Jingpo to finish eating, then stayed for a while before making some noise and went out.

Jingpo hugged his knees and leaned against the coffin, his silver hair spread out, only revealing his delicate little face like a doll, pale and bloodless.

Chuzheng pulled the coffin and left.

She originally planned to wait for Meng Weihan's pair of bastards in Rising Sun City, but now that Rising Sun City is gone, she has no choice but to take one step at a time.

In the memory of the original owner, the City of the Rising Sun was still good even after a long time.

I don’t know why this time, but it disappeared so long in advance...

Is it because of her?

Chuzheng couldn't understand, so she just threw it away and didn't think about it.

Don't think about things that you can't understand, because you can't understand them no matter how much you think about them.

Chuzheng took Jingpo away for a few days.

Jingpo barely spoke along the way. The only time he spoke was when he wanted to leave the coffin and go on his own.

Chuzheng pushed the man back unceremoniously and threatened to break his other leg if he dared to come out.

The young man was so frightened that he didn't dare to mention it again.

So most of the time the boy spent playing with the things in his box.

He didn't show much resistance or doubt about Chu Zheng taking him away.

Chuzheng felt more and more that he was really stupid.

So stupid, I don’t know if it’s easy to lie...

"Rest here today."

Jingpo raised his head, his pupils reflected the dense layers of trees, and the setting sun hung on the branches, dyeing them with magnificent colors.

Jingpo closed the box and carefully grabbed the edge of the coffin to come out. The moment his feet hit the ground, his arms were supported by someone.

"Is your leg healed?" A cold and emotionless voice sounded in his ears.

"...Okay, okay." Jingpo tried to move his injured leg and persuaded Chuzheng with the actual situation.

After saying this, Jingpo realized that he was being supported by Chuzheng. He backed away slightly, leaned against the coffin, and broke away from Chuzheng's hand.

Chuzheng didn't use any strength to begin with, so when Jingpo struggled, she let go of him.

She bent her right leg slightly, squatted down, and lifted up her frightened trousers.

Jingpo blinked, as if he didn't know what Chu Zheng wanted to do.

Before he could react, Chuzheng quickly lifted up his trousers and checked his legs.

The bandage on his leg was taken off by himself at some point, and it seemed that there was no problem.

Chuzheng stretched out her hand and pinched it. Jingpo's reflex arc reached its end at this moment: "You... what are you doing?"

"Check your injuries."

"I...I'm fine. No...no need." Jingpo's little face, which had always been a little pale, now had a hint of blush.

"I know for sure whether you are okay or not." I don't want you to think, I want me to feel!

"..."

Jingpo's lips opened slightly, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

Chuzheng was sure there was nothing wrong, so she lowered his trousers and tied them up: "Your medicine is quite powerful."

Jingpo moved his feet back, but couldn't move against the coffin, so he still rubbed his feet back.

He whispered: "I...I have good medical skills."

"Then you are also very powerful." Chuzheng boasted casually and stood up with the coffin in his hand.

Chuzheng stood up and the distance became closer, putting more pressure on Jingpo.

Chuzheng supported the edge of the coffin, and Jingpo's back was pressed against the wall of the coffin. From a distance, it looked like it was against the wall...coffin bang?

No matter what it is, this gesture is very ambiguous.

Chuzheng remained in that position without moving, her eyes falling on his silver hair: "Can your hair return to normal?"

Suddenly my hair turned white overnight, which made me feel a little better.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the layers of forest leaves, and scattered stars on the boy's white clothes, mottled with warm light and shadow.

Chuzheng thought she wouldn't get an answer from the boy and was about to give up.

Who knew that as soon as she loosened one of her fingers, she heard the young man reply in a low voice: "...Yes."

"When can I recover?"

Chuzheng already knew that Jingpo needed time to speak, so he listened patiently.

"There are...seven more days."

Seven days?

It has been three days since he became like this, so is it a ten-day cycle?

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