Chapter 1649 - 1075: Heroine of the Republic 49 (4000+)_3

Chapter 1649: Chapter 1075: Heroine of the Republic 49 (4000+)_3

She couldn’t snatch it away, so she cried.

Such battles were almost played out daily. After everyone understood clearly, they let things develop naturally, watching the two of them resolve it, instead of always asking the Eldest to let the Second have it, which would be unfair.

Anna cooked while Angel lit the fire. Seeing An Yi come in, she quickly asked, "Sis, is it settled?"

An Yi nodded slightly, "Yes, it’s temporarily stable. Medicine was used, and the wounds are bandaged. Life and death will follow fate now."

Angel felt tense, "What if he doesn’t pull through? Won’t that mean we’re burdened with a life?"

"What you say is very sensible, but this person was lying at our doorstep. If at first, my feelings were merely compassionate, then after seeing his face, I made up my mind to save him. This man might be very miserable now, but in times of war, he was an excellent special combat personnel."

Anna straightened up in surprise, even Angel froze: "Sis, you... you know even this? Then you must know him?"

An Yi nodded, "I know him, but he doesn’t know me. No matter what he is now, just for the deeds he did before, we can’t just turn our backs on him. These good days would not be here without the brave sacrifices of our predecessors. One shouldn’t forget their roots. I can’t ignore a dying person. All of you, keep your mouths shut. Rest assured, he won’t die yet. We just need to care for him properly now."

Anna and Angel were inwardly shocked, their facial expressions betrayed them. However, An Yi explained nothing. They were curious about her past, but could she talk about the Red-clothed Female Ghost’s affairs? It would take belief from someone, otherwise, it’s just like fabricating lies, meaningless.

Thus, in this life, they would never wait for the day that she would voluntarily confess.

"Were there any disturbances outside this morning?"

Both shook their heads, "I listened at the door for a bit, a lot of people were saying the area near our door stinks, no, asking why this area smells so bad? I sniffed and could tell, it’s the smell of sis’s snail noodles, is it stinky bamboo juice?"

An Yi nodded at her forehead, "You guessed smartly, yes, it’s stinky bamboo juice. I used it to mask the smell of blood. I also lit mugwort in the adjoining room to fumigate the place and dispel the smell of blood. Thus, both of you should not go to the east wing room for the next two days. If there’s anything, I’ll handle it. Wait until An Hu returns to let him take care of it. Until he returns, I’ll take care of it, don’t get involved."

Angel and Anna knew it was An Yi’s way of protecting their reputation. Though bringing an unfamiliar man home was reckless, for a hero, sacrificing a little reputation was nothing?

But the biggest success they had was because they obeyed, especially An Yi’s orders, they always complied immediately.

At two or three in the afternoon, the man indeed woke up. Seeing himself in an unfamiliar place, his instinct was shock. He tried to get up only to find his body unusually stiff, and his chest hurt terribly upon moving. His leg was especially uncomfortable. He touched the warm kang, surveyed the otherwise cluttered but still fairly tidy brick house, his mind anxiously pondering various strategies.

When An Yi came in carrying a thermos, the man was frowning, staring intently at the ceiling beam. He turned his face sharply upon hearing the noise.

She lowered the heavy straw-woven door curtain, dimming the room instantly. In the shadowed light, An Yi slowly walked toward him.

She stopped a meter away from him: "Good, it seems the effect of the medicine has worn off, soon the pain will come. I’ve already medicated your leg and chest, we’ll change it every three days. There’s also oral medication that’s already been prepared. Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something first?"

Though freshly washed, the man’s hair was still so long it covered his eyebrows, only revealing a pair of seemingly non-threatening yet actually harbored-killer instinct black eyes.

His face was covered with beard, appearing exceptionally aged, during the surgery in the afternoon, it was discovered his back was a bit bent too.

A perfectly good person, now turned into a state neither human nor ghost, surely filled with grievances in heart?

This appearance truly evoked sympathy. At this moment, An Yi’s mind recalled many past memories, especially when their eyes met, felt his restraint and vigilance even more keenly.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his vocal cords were injured, rough and difficult as he forced each word out slowly, perhaps deciding to slow down for fear she couldn’t understand.