Chapter 892 — Will Juice Do?

Wei Zhao was taken aback. He had not expected Zhen Yingjun to react so violently — the man must have been frightened out of his wits. Wei Zhao could only smile bitterly at himself. Had he outsmarted himself? He had only meant to give Zhen Yingjun a scare, to send him and Ma Zhu packing so that he could find somewhere to tend his wounds — and instead he had frightened the man into grabbing a gun and threatening Gu Mengyao!

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out, followed by a heart-rending scream.

It was not a gunshot, but the sound of bodies colliding.

The next moment, Zhen Yingjun's gun fell to the ground. He clutched his crotch with both hands, his eyes bulging, gasping for breath through his open mouth, howling without end...

"Yay!" Shen Yushu flashed a V-sign with her fingers, then clapped her hands. "I'm amazing! I kicked Zhen Yingjun into a real eunuch!"

Shen Yushu had put every ounce of strength into that kick, and so Zhen Yingjun was left in a sorry state. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that a frail little girl would dare attack him first! Was she not afraid he would shoot?

But that was a question he was in far too much pain to ask.

Gu Mengyao could not help but smile, though she still thought Shen Yushu had been rash. "Xiaoshu, weren't you afraid he would shoot me dead? You really are bold! If I die, how are you going to be the little wife?"

"Oh, Yaoyao-jie, you've finally decided to pledge yourself to him?" Shen Yushu said happily. "He can't shoot you dead — his gun's safety was still on. I checked before I made my move... er, before I made my kick!"

"How did you know?" Gu Mengyao was startled. She had not expected that Xiaoshu had acted not out of recklessness, but after careful observation.

"My brother took me to the army to play with guns!" Shen Yushu said, bending down to pick up the pistol Zhen Yingjun had dropped. "See, Yaoyao-jie, the safety's right here!"

"Don't fiddle with it — be careful, it might go off!" Gu Mengyao said worriedly. "Throw it away, quick!"

No sooner had Gu Mengyao spoken than Shen Yushu squeezed the trigger with a "bang."

"Oops..." Shen Yushu stuck out her tongue and tossed the pistol to the ground. "It really did go off..."

"Awoo..." Zhen Yingjun rolled his eyes, on the verge of tears. He had still been clinging to a shred of hope — that Shen Yushu's kick had not done him any serious internal damage, and that if he found the Medicine King to take a look, he might yet recover. But then Shen Yushu had put a bullet through his crotch, blasting that last hope clean away...

That shot — for an accidental discharge, it had been rather accurate.

Ma Zhu was in agony all over, but he could not simply stand by and watch Shen Yushu finish Zhen Yingjun off. This was a man the boss had ordered him to protect; he could not flee and save his own skin.

At that thought, Ma Zhu gritted his teeth, leaped over, hauled Zhen Yingjun up, shot Wei Zhao a venomous glare, and then hurried down the mountain.

Ma Zhu did not know why Wei Zhao had not killed Zhen Yingjun. He supposed the reason was much the same as why Zhen Yingjun had not dared kill Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu at will. At that thought, he felt somewhat reassured — at least Wei Zhao would not be coming after them...

Little did he know that Wei Zhao now wanted to kill, and no longer could. The very moment Ma Zhu left, Wei Zhao's strength finally gave out, and he pitched headlong to the ground...

"Huh? Where's Shield Bro?" Shen Yushu was about to cheer for Wei Zhao, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished...

"Wei Zhao!" Gu Mengyao's eyes were sharp; she saw him lying on the ground and instinctively rushed over. "Wei Zhao, how are you?"

At that moment Wei Zhao's face was ashen, his eyes half-closed, but he had not passed out. In a very faint voice he said, "Help me to somewhere quiet. I need to heal my wounds."

"All right!" Overjoyed to see that Wei Zhao was not dead, Gu Mengyao hurried to help him up.

But Wei Zhao was far too weak; there was not an ounce of strength left in his body. Try as he might to stand with Gu Mengyao's support, he could not.

Seeing how frail he was, Gu Mengyao's heart ached. She wanted to pick him up, yet she hesitated. She was not his girlfriend; would it not be improper to hold him in her arms? If word got out, how would she ever marry?

Gu Mengyao held a very strict view of chastity — which was also why she had reacted so violently after that indirect kiss with Wei Zhao. She believed a girl should be faithful to one man to the end; only her boyfriend, her future husband, could be allowed such intimacy.

But Wei Zhao had become like this all for her sake. To defeat Ma Zhu he had nearly thrown his life away — and she was still fretting over such things? Fine, then she simply would not marry. If no one wanted her, she would marry Wei Zhao! Besides, back at the hospital he had already seen everything there was to see. What was there left to care about? The moment the thought formed, it startled even Gu Mengyao herself.

Was that really what she thought? Or... Gu Mengyao felt lost about her own future.

She glanced at Shen Yushu, gritted her teeth, and reached out to lift Wei Zhao — only to find him terribly heavy. If she tried to carry him alone, she feared she would do it badly and drop him. So she could only say, "Xiaoshu, come help! What are you standing there for?"

"Oh, I thought Yaoyao-jie wanted to keep Shield Bro all to herself!" Shen Yushu hurried over to help.

"..." Gu Mengyao was speechless. Together they carried Wei Zhao into the cave from before and laid him carefully on the ground. Then she asked, "All right, what should I do now?"

"Use a knife to cut open the gunshot wound on my leg, take out the bullet, let the poisoned blood drain, and wash it..." Before Wei Zhao could enter the jade pendant's space, he had to remove the poisoned bullet. Judging by what he could tell, the poison on the bullet was nothing too potent — otherwise he would have died long ago — but he could not afford to be careless. Who knew whether, given enough time, it might cause trouble?

"Xiaoshu, go get the mineral water, quick!" Gu Mengyao said urgently.

"Huh? But Yaoyao-jie, I poured out all the mineral water earlier... Look, the wet patch is still there..." Shen Yushu said with a bitter face, pointing at her earlier handiwork. "Will juice do?"

"..." Gu Mengyao was speechless, but she looked to Wei Zhao for an answer.

"Ha... of course not." Wei Zhao smiled, amused by Shen Yushu too. The girl was a little ray of sunshine, always able to make one laugh in the midst of hardship. "When I came up the mountain, I saw a stream among the hills. The water was very clear..."

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