Chapter 863: Chapter 864: The Level of Terror Chapter 863: Chapter 864: The Level of Terror “Little, if you’re not comfortable sharing right now, then don’t. But there’s no need to waste your energy coming up with lies. Rember, no matter what you do, I will always keep your secrets.”
Chiang Xiao was stunned for a mont, then blurted out as if she had nothing to lose, “I can heal your leg injury quickly!”
He was right; with his intelligence, any lie she fabricated would be seen through. So why bother coming up with excuses?
ng Xinian was imdiately taken aback.
He knew that Chiang Xiao must have so secret, and it likely involved so dicine that was particularly effective for healing injuries. Otherwise, how could the abnormal healing of his wound be explained?
But he hadn’t expected Chiang Xiao to be so certain that she could heal his injury quickly.
Chiang Xiao looked down, her gaze falling on his calf as she continued, “It will definitely be better within five days, and there won’t be a scar. After it heals, it definitely won’t affect your training.”
Not even a scar?
That wound had required thirteen stitches, and decayed flesh had been cut away; how could it possibly not scar?
He had thought it would be good enough if the scar could be a bit smaller or lighter.
“The wound on your face can be treated too; otherwise, your looks will be ruined,” Chiang Xiao lifted her head and pointed at the injury on his face.
She truly didn’t want to see a long scar on ng Xinian’s perfect face.
So, even if she didn’t treat his leg, she had already planned on treating his face first thing in the morning.
It took ng Xinian a good long while to digest her words before he asked quietly, “You’ve already used those dicines on before, haven’t you?”
When he asked this question, he was certain of the answer; otherwise, his leg injury would not have been so bearable, and it would have been very painful every day. But now, it hardly hurt at all.
Chiang Xiao nodded, “It’s just a diluted version of the dicine, and I haven’t applied it to you every day, so it probably only had so analgesic effect and perhaps sped up the healing a tiny bit.”
As expected.
ng Xinian’s temples were sweating.
He needed to reassess just how dangerous this girl’s secret was.
Could it be that the sa person who taught her to paint also had so incredible dical skills?
Or perhaps, was she a reclusive Divine Chinese dicine Practitioner, capable of concocting superb dicines for injuries?
Even at that mont, ng Xinian’s guesses did not go beyond these.
In his view, Chiang Xiao was afraid to reveal these secrets for fear of being labeled almost demonically talented—after all, her age considered, if everything was exposed, she would likely never have peace at ho.
It’s also possible that the person teaching her might not want to reveal themselves.
So, after hearing Chiang Xiao’s words, ng Xinian pondered for a mont, then said imdiately, “You treat , and after I’m healed, I’ll continue to bandage it up and keep using the wheelchair. When the ti cos, I’ll just pretend to be injured when I go on stage.”
Chiang Xiao paused, “Isn’t that deceptive?”
“Is my injury fake?” ng Xinian glanced at her.
“But by that ti it will be healed, and if you pretend to be injured on stage, won’t that be unfair to your opponent? Maybe they’ll think you’re still injured and not fight with their full strength…”
Suddenly, with a thud, ng Xinian flicked her forehead.
“For a young girl, you’re quite old-fashioned,” he chastised, saying, “Under normal circumstances, my injury indeed wouldn’t have healed by then. If I have the good luck to encounter a Divine Doctor, that’s my own business, what does it have to do with them? Besides, if they underestimate because they think I’m injured, that’s their own stupidity. How is it related to ?”
Chiang Xiao: “…”
What should she do when she found herself speechless?
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