Thinking of how Leng Lintian and Leng Jiaren would spend time together like this every day, she sighed softly and finally felt a little bit of Ximen Longting's displeasure.
Jing Jiaren turned her head stiffly and looked out the window as the train started moving faster and faster.
The town of Paarl slowly faded away from her sight, turning into a blur of light and shadow.
Suddenly, Leng Jiaren called out: "Lintian, what's wrong with you?"
"..."
"There's blood on your arm."
Jing Jiaren hurriedly looked back and saw that Leng Lintian's arm that was just held by Leng Jiaren was probably in pain, and his face was blue.
Leng Jiaren's hand touched the wetness on his arm. When she raised her hand, she found blood on her palm. She was extremely nervous.
Leng Lintian said softly: "It won't be a problem."
"But you lost so much blood and you were injured!"
"Let me take a look." Jing Jiaren stared at the wound on his arm.
Just when Leng Lintian was about to shirk the blame, Jing Jiaren toughened up and said, "Let me see! Take off the outer robe."
The color of blood was difficult to see in the black robe, and they didn't realize Leng Lintian was injured just now.
Leng Lintian untied his robe and took it off, revealing a gash on his arm caused by a dagger.
"Don't those people have knives in their hands?" Jing Jiaren frowned, "Has your dagger been snatched away?"
"Um."
Jing Jiaren knew that these migrant workers had no weapons, otherwise they would have just seen her in the car and rioted, so there was no need to wait until they got out of the car.
They must be unarmed and unable to open the iron door.
Furthermore, in order to prevent them from rioting, it is impossible to let them carry weapons with them.
Jing Jiaren held Leng Lintian's arm and looked at it carefully: "The wound is a bit deep, I need to bandage it for you."
"Is there any medicine?" Leng Jiaren said sadly, "Lintian, you will be fine."
"I have some medicine on me." Jing Jiaren untied Leng Lintian's cuffs and carefully rolled up his sleeves.
This medicine was given to her by Leng Lintian and asked her to keep it with her in case of emergency.
There are medicines for sores to stop bleeding, medicines for colds and headaches, disinfectants, and some bandages.
"No, the cuffs are too narrow. Leng Lintian, please take off this shirt too." Jing Jiaren fumbled with the medicine box on her body.
Leng Lintian stared at Jing Jiaren's concerned eyes with fascination, his purple lips curled up evilly, he unbuttoned his body with one hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."
"That won't work either, it must be bandaged."
The medicine box Jing Jiaren tied around her waist, she took off the straps, found the medicine she needed and put it aside.
Leng Lintian opened his strong chest and could only take off his clothes with one hand.
Leng Jiaren said thoughtfully: "Don't move, I will help you."
Leng Lintian leaned there and stared at Jing Jiaren opposite him. He had never felt so happy as at this moment...
Jing Jiaren found clean cotton mixed with alcohol, carefully wiped off the blood on his arm, and slowly exposed the wound.
"There are still a few days to go, and we have to pass through at least a few towns." Jing Jiaren couldn't help but worry, "Can you do it?"
"Okay." Leng Lintian's deep eyes were like amber gems, "Of course I can do it if you are by my side."
"And I," Leng Jiaren said, fearing to be left behind, "I will also be by your side, Lintian."