When Xie Tao saw Wei Yun lying in the living room, covered in blood, she immediately stood up, and her phone dropped to the ground in an instant.
She ran to Wei Yun, reaching out to touch him, only to see his robe was already cut in several places, with the flesh underneath slightly turned out, and blood soaking every inch of the fabric, leaving mottled bloodstains.
She dared not touch him.
Blood had already flowed from his wounds to the shiny floor, and tears unconsciously fell from Xie Tao’s eyes.
“Wei Yun, Wei Yun…” Her voice calling him was trembling.
This was not the first time she had seen him come injured, but she had never seen him covered in wounds like this before.
At this moment, Wei Yun had completely passed out, unable to hear Xie Tao’s voice.
Just as Xie Tao turned around to hurriedly pick up her phone, intending to call Xie Lan, her eyes were dazzled by a sudden pale golden light.
It was Xie Lan.
But beside him, there was Sheng Yueqi, whom Xie Tao had not seen for a long time.
At this moment, he was wearing a robe stained with blood, and his deeply contoured face was marked with a cut from a sharp weapon.
“What happened to Wei Yun?”
Upon seeing Wei Yun lying on the ground, covered in wounds, Xie Lan’s eyes widened in shock.
Worried that Xie Tao had not been eating or sleeping well these past few days, Xie Lan had specially brought her some late-night snacks tonight. Little did he know, upon his arrival, he saw a young man with a head full of small braids, dressed in ancient clothing, at the entrance.
This person, who insisted on finding Wei Yun and referred to Xie Tao as “little madam,” was talking about some danger. After a fight and several rounds of questioning, Xie Lan learned about Wei Yun’s peril and simply brought him inside.
There were not many people in this time and space who knew Wei Yun, let alone his relationship with Xie Tao; there were even fewer such people.
Although Xie Lan did not know who this person really was, seeing his anxious expression, which seemed genuine, Xie Lan brought him in.
After all, if this person really had bad intentions, he was just an ordinary mortal, and Xie Lan could easily subdue him.
“Sir!”
Upon seeing Wei Yun lying on the ground, Sheng Yueqi’s pupils shrank, and he called out immediately.
Xie Tao knelt on the ground, and with just a careful touch of Wei Yun, her palm was stained with a trace of blood.
Her lips trembled, and her fingers moved, almost daring not to touch him again.
“Don’t cry, Sister Tao Tao, this little scene, don’t panic… I can save him!” Xie Lan quickly patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
Then he said to Sheng Yueqi, “Um… help me carry your lord?”
Sheng Yueqi hurried over.
When they carefully placed Wei Yun on the bed in the upstairs room, Xie Lan reached out to undress Wei Yun but paused for a moment before turning to Xie Tao, who was standing there, and said, “Sister Tao Tao, you… turn around.”
Xie Tao shook her head, unwilling.
“What time is it, and you’re still concerned about this? Moreover, they are officially engaged!” Sheng Yueqi, anxious, pushed Xie Lan’s elbow.
“What do you know? Sister Tao Tao is still young! How can she see this?” Xie Lan glared at him.
Although he said this, he did not insist on having Xie Tao turn away, and his movements to undress Wei Yun were very careful.
The cloth sticking to the wound was carefully cut open by the scissors Xie Lan held out of thin air.
After finally removing the robe, Xie Lan discovered, aside from the large and small cuts from blades on his body, there was also a gunshot wound.
“How is it a gunshot wound again?” Xie Lan was shocked.
He had heard from Xie Tao before about Wei Yun being severely injured by a gun by a time traveler.
But wasn’t that time traveler caught and sent back to the Third Time-Space Management Bureau? How could Wei Yun be shot again this time?
Could there be another new time traveler?
And again, someone who knows how to use a gun?
Then why specifically target Wei Yun?
“Are these time-travelers wholesale? Why is there one after another?” Xie Lan couldn’t help but complain.
“It’s still the same person.”
Sheng Yueqi said this with a stern gaze.
“Still the same? That shouldn’t be right. Are they so unreliable in the third time-space? How could they let the same person escape twice?” As Xie Lan was using magic to remove a bullet for Wei Yun, he said.
What is the management bureau doing, just eating their salaries?
No matter how Xie Lan heard it, he felt that this matter was truly bewildering.
After cleaning Wei Yun’s wound, Xie Lan was also sweating profusely. Then he took out a bunch of bottles and jars, rummaged through them for a while, and then slapped himself, “How did I not bring any medicine for treating wounds?”
Mainly because he didn’t need to carry medicine with him when delivering food on ordinary days.
After all, it was not a job that involved fighting and killing.
“Tao Tao Sister, wait for me a moment, I’ll go back and get the medicine,”
Xie Lan turned around, saw Xie Tao with her eyes reddened and looking anxious, he paused for a second, and then reassured, “Don’t worry, he won’t die, he’s got a strong life.”
Because Wei Yun had a gunshot wound, sending him to the hospital at this time would be asking for trouble.
But before he could step out of the room, he saw a light suddenly emerge, and then a figure appeared.
“Old Xi?”
Upon seeing the person, Xie Lan showed a surprised delight, “You came just in time, do you have any spiritual medicine on you? Quick, use it on Wei Yun!”
Hearing this, Xie Tao also looked towards the suddenly appeared Old Xi.
“Uncle Xi, Uncle Xi, please save him…” Xie Tao hurriedly ran over and grabbed Old Xi’s sleeve.
Seeing her excited expression and the choking in her voice, Old Xi reached out and patted Xie Tao’s head, soothingly saying, “Tao Tao, don’t cry, he will be fine.”
After saying that, he walked past Xie Lan and Sheng Yueqi to Wei Yun’s bedside.
He glanced down at Wei Yun’s body, covered in knife wounds and even gunshot wounds on his arm, seemed to pause for a moment, and then, under everyone’s gaze, gently raised his hand.
A pale golden light condensed out of thin air in his palm, accompanied by mysterious mists rising up, strands of pale golden light inching into Wei Yun’s body.
Then, in the room, Xie Lan, Xie Tao, and even Sheng Yueqi, all widened their eyes in an instant.
Because at that moment, they witnessed the pale golden light gradually seeping into Wei Yun’s body, all his wounds slowly healing.
In this world,
It must be a true deity who possesses such a powerful ability to bring the dead back to life and mend flesh and bone.
In just a moment, those crisscrossing knife wounds, even the bullet holes, had healed as if they were never there, leaving no trace.
As if he had never suffered such heavy injuries.
It was also because Wei Yun had suffered a gunshot wound, and if he had died from it, the order of time and space might have been disturbed, which is why Old Xi could use immortal magic to treat his injuries.
“He’s fine now.”
After Old Xi withdrew his magic, seeing Wei Yun’s breathing gradually becoming stable and normal, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at the three people, “In a while, he should wake up.”
Xie Tao recovered from her initial shock, her gaze involuntarily resting on Wei Yun lying on the bed.
With his robe no longer covering him, his chest and abdomen were no longer covered in wounds, only some bloodstains remained.
For Wei Yun, this sleep seemed as long as a century.
He was adrift in the darkness, barely able to hear anyone’s voice, as if trapped in a desolate, uninhabited wasteland.
When he finally broke free from that void of darkness and opened his eyes, he was blinded by the light from the ceiling above.
He frowned, as if taking a moment to react, before his consciousness finally became much clearer.
It was then that Wei Yun remembered opening the portal through time and space to arrive here.
At this moment, as if suddenly realizing something, he sat up abruptly and threw off the covers.
Only then did he discover that he was wearing pajamas, not knowing when they had been changed, and at this moment, he could not feel any pain at all.
He tore open his shirt, only to see that every inch of his skin was as intact as before, as if the bloody battle he had experienced was just a figment of his imagination.
