Mistakenly Saving the Villain

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Chapter 7: Panic in the Medicated Bath 

Song Qingshi searched the warehouse all night and finally found some old robes made of red ice silk. He tore off the decorative formation on the tops, handed them over to the valley servants and asked them to modify them to look like inner robes overnight. Afterwards, he quietly placed them at the head of Yue Wuhuan’s bed along with some new cotton gowns.

The next day, Yue Wuhuan was surprised when he saw the ice silk inner robe.

Song Qingshi was already outside the door, urging him on, “Hurry up, let’s go for a new treatment.”

“Yes, Master.” Yue Wuhuan knew that he had changed masters. He didn’t dare to think too much. He put on his clothes and went out in a hurry, feeling much more comfortable in his movements. 

Song Qingshi took him through the corridor and went to the alchemy room next door. This was originally a forbidden place in the Medicine King’s Valley, a place where the original body used animals and humans to experiment with various medicines. It was also the place that the valley servants were most afraid of entering. Song Qingshi complied with the “Declaration of Helsinki” and rejected any human experiments that violated ethics. Fortunately, when he took over Medicine King’s Valley, the original body hadn’t left much experimentation materials. He immediately released what he could release and those that needed help being released, he had already released. Afterwards, he converted the room into a treatment room. The remaining specimens and general teachers were placed in other rooms. These were great treasures in the field of medical study. He will study them slowly when he has time later.

Yue Wuhuan walked towards the alchemy room and found that more than one valley servant was casting him sympathetic glances. It made him a little nervous. After entering the alchemy room, he saw Song Qingshi take out a medicine vat big enough to fit a person in. He became all keyed up.

Song Qingshi didn’t notice his anxiety. He threw in the various medicinal materials that e’d calculated beforehand into the vat and then poured in water. He controlled the temperature with the alchemical fire within his body and waited for the water in the vat to turn crimson. He then turned around and instructed, “Take off your clothes and get in.”

Yue Wuhuan stood still. He looked stiffly at Song Qingshi.

“Don’t be afraid,” Song Qingshi finally remembered that he had forgotten to explain, “The Prince’s Plume Expelling Decoction is a medicated bath. It won’t produce any discomfort.”

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment. He stretched his hand to his belt and slowly began to untie it.

Song Qingshi turned around, sitting down with his back to him. He didn’t peek at him as he got into the bath.

Yue Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly removed his clothes and stepped into the bloodlike medical liquid. The hot liquid medicine penetrated into his skin, causing a slight tingling sensation. However, there was also an indescribable comfort. He took a deep breath. He sighed, completely relaxed and suddenly sank his entire person into the water. He didn’t expect that the water would overflow because it was too full. It splashed on Song Qingshi’s neck, ears and hair. A pale red flower blossomed on his white robe. 

For most Daoists, the robe was a very important thing and any damage will cause heartache.

Yue Wuhuan realized that this wasn’t good and got out of the water quietly. Hiding in the vat, he took a peek, worried that he had offended the venerable immortal.

Song Qingshi didn’t care about what had happened. He didn’t move a single jot and just kept staring blankly at the bluestone floor. After a while, he subtly shook the water drops from his hair.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while and asked cautiously, “Master, turn around. Shall this slave wipe it for you?” 

Song Qingshi lowered his head and stared at the bluestone floor more attentively, “You’re bathing. No peeking allowed.” In his world view, it was reasonable for doctors to check the patient’s physical condition during treatment but if the doctor peeks at the patient while he was taking a bath, it was morally corrupt and shameless.

Yue Wuhuan pondered these words for a long time and surmised, “Does Master dislike this slave for having such a dirty body?”
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Song Qingshi quickly interrupted him, repeating, “You don’t like being watched.”

After Yue Wuhuan watched him for a long time and said hoarsely, “This slave doesn’t care anymore.”

Song Qingshi didn’t know how to explain but he kept on insisting, “You don’t like it.”

Can he refuse just because he doesn’t want it? 

Yue Wuhuan thought this was ridiculous. Those years when he had started being sent to accompany guests, he had been coaxed to say what he didn’t like and what he didn’t want. As a result, it was all just to find his weakness for their amusement.

He didn’t like being seen and so he was made to show the most unbearable postures to everyone at the public square, at the banquets.

He didn’t like saying all those lewd and obscene words and so he was tortured by various drugs and instruments of torment until he learned to use his voice to add to the fun…

Until he abandoned his sense of shame, gave up his dignity and pretended to like these things. 

He had known for a long time that in the eyes of these cultivators who set themselves high above the masses, he was just a beautiful toy, without need for any emotions. He should just let the master transform him into however way he liked. He often wished that he could go mad and be stupid, just like most of the slaves, losing the ability to think, mindlessly living a dog-like life and using his body to please his master.

It’s a pity that there is always a trace of clarity in his heart, coldly examining his sorry figure and then hacking him down to pieces…

Perhaps, he already has gone crazy…

No one knew when but the temperature in the vat rose slightly. The temperature of the medicinal liquid grew hotter and hotter. Yue Wuhuan’s face also became hotter and hotter but he could not feel this scorching heat and he buried his head deeply within the bloody-red potion until it covered his nose and mouth and he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to get up. He wished he could stay submerged in it forever, so as to let the hot water clean the dirt off his body. It would be best if it could make even his bones fall off. 

Song Qingshi noticed something was wrong with the quietness behind him. He turned his head and found that he had gotten distracted when they were talking and did not control the Red Lotus fire well. It caused the water temperature to rise by several degrees and it was now so very hot. Yue Wuhuan had already disappeared beneath the surface of the water. Song Qingshi couldn’t attend to anything else. He got up and rushed over, reaching into the vat to fish him out.

The dripping wet beauty was dragged into his arms. He had his eyes closed tightly and his limbs hung weakly. His long curling hair clung to his fair skin, dripping all over the ground, making the Acacia Print appear so splendid it dazzled the eyes. No fluttering thoughts entered Song Qingshi’s mind though as he quickly placed the person on the ground. After confirming a pulse, he performed CPR.

Yue Wuhuan spit out water and opened his eyes. In a daze, he discovered Song Qingshi’s face so close at hand. He could even see his own shadow in his clear, black eyes. Because of the heat from the vat, Song Qingshi’s eyes were burned a little red, with water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes. He looked like a young and innocent boy. Nowhere at all could the Nascent Soul ancestor who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years be seen. Here was a man who could deceive the dead and cheat death.

He hadn’t been able to perceive the other party’s true identity by the river at the time. He had even wanted to sympathize with this man whose death would not have been the slightest bit unjust. 

Yue Wuhuan’s thoughts became more and more chaotic. He curled up subconsciously. All sorts of messy memories flashed before his eyes. The tenderness on his chest and the residual heat on his lips made him a little confused between what was tonight and what was any other night. It was as if he had returned to those times he was being punished.

Scholar-Tyrant Song almost failed his course. He was so scared that his soul was sent flying. His movements were as fierce as a tiger’s as he relied solely on his instincts. Only when Yue Wuhuan woke up did he breath a sigh of relief.  He then realized that there were many ways to treat drowning in the immortal realm and there had been no need to resort to modern first aid.

This bit he could no longer explain clearly…

It was a routine operation for medical students to do CPR for drowning. Regardless of whether it is a beauty or an ugly person, a child or an old man, he would do it without hesitation. Song Qingshi was a little embarrassed that he had not done what would have been the best first aid in this realm of immortals but he also wasn’t going to let this small matter weigh on his mind. He just didn’t know how to explain it. 

Yue Wuhuan had lost the focus in his eyes. He slowly unfolded his body, no longer covering up. He was like a fish that was forcibly dragged ashore to its death, allowing itself to be trampled upon.


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Song Qingshi quickly turned his head, closed his eyes and apologized honestly, “I’m sorry, I made a mistake with the water temperature.”

“It’s not Master’s fault.” Yue Wuhuan’s eyes were open but he couldn’t get anything he saw into his mind. He heard with his ears but he couldn’t understand any words. He repeated his standard answer, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault…”

This was the truth that he had paid a heavy price to learn and has been instilled in him over and over again, always reminding him how to live. 

“Wuhuan, you are so beautiful. You were born to be played with.”

“Wuhuan, it’s your body that seduces men and must be violated.”

“Wuhuan, it’s because you look so wanton that it makes me unable to stop.”

“Wuhuan, you are a demon born for desire.” 

“Wuhuan, it’s all your fault.”

“Wuhuan, it’s all your fault.”

…

“My fault, my fault, my fault…” Yue Wuhuan kept repeating numbly, “It’s all my fault.” 

Because it was a mistake for him live in his world.

Song Qingshi took off his robe and put it on Yue Wuhuan’s shoulders. He suddenly realized that the mental state of the person in front of him was very wrong, as though he had fallen into a frightful demon’s trap. He thought for a while. He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to slap him but he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead, he got up and brought a bucket of cold water from the side. He used the ice-cold technique and suddenly poured it over him. The cold water gave Yue Wuhuan a start and he became a bit more clear-headed. Song Qingshi took this opportunity to have him take a Tranquil Mind Spirit Calming Pill.

“Master?” Yue Wuhuan came to, a little confused.

“It’s okay,” Song Qingshi took the towels and clothes he had prepared earlier, wrapping him up layer after layer like a dumpling. He then gave a reasonable explanation, “Your near-drowning caused you to hallucinate.” 

Yue Wuhuan nodded blankly.

Song Qingshi determined that he had wrapped the dumpling tightly enough and stopped, satisfied with his work. He ordered, “You must wear more in the future.”

Yue Wuhuan looked at him and asked anxiously, “This slave can wear more?”

Song Qingshi earnestly imparted his knowledge, “Autumn is coming soon and the weather is turning cold. You must wear more to avoid catching a cold.” 

“Thank you for taking pity.” When Yue Wuhuan has ascertained that he wasn’t lying, he softly responded affirmatively. He clutched his clothes tightly. For some reason, he suddenly remembered how when he first entered the Golden Phoenix Manor, he had been made to take off all his clothes one by one and was reduced to being a plaything.

Now, this seemingly deceptive man has personally helped him put on his clothes piece by piece, as though enticing him to expect something…

The medicated bath was interrupted and its effect was not fully realized.

Song Qingshi was busy adding water to the medicine tank and adjusting the temperature. 

Yue Wuhuan sat quietly on the ground, watching him busying about for his sake, a lot of thoughts turning in his mind. Suddenly, he realized in hindsight that the difficult to dispel burning sensation in his body was now a lot less intense. He moved his body slightly and was surprised to find that the sensitivity caused by the drugs had also decreased by a lot. The friction of the cloth no longer caused him discomfort.

He tried to guess for a long time but couldn’t understand it. He finally plucked up the courage to ask, “Master, what is the purpose of the Prince’s Plume Expelling Decoction…”

“Huh?” Song Qingshi stopped and stood dazed for a while. He found that he had once again committed the scholar-tyrant’s bad habit. His thinking had jumped too fast. He always thought that just him saying the name or phrase would already let others understand, regardless whether others could follow his line of thinking or not.

Song Qingshi was a good scholar-tyrant who knew to recognize his mistakes and correct them. He reorganized his words several times in his head and chose the simplest expression, “Your body has been corroded by many drugs so it suffers from a lot of discomfort. The Prince’s Plume Expelling Decoction is to remove the residue of the drugs from your body. This medicinal bath needs to be taken five times and during the last two times it must be added with Muscle Generating Flower and Snow Toad Cake to help repair the old wounds. When the time comes, it might be painful and itchy but we can’t use anesthetics. Don’t worry, you just need to endure through that stage and your body can return to its original state…” 

There were a lot of things that Song Qingshi couldn’t bear to say. Those people didn’t care at all about Yue Wuhuan’s life or death. All kinds of love drugs were used on him without restrain, causing conflicts of the various drugs’ properties within his body and excessive leftover drugs. If the drug use had continued unabated, he would not have lasted a few more years.

“I was overdosed on drugs…Yes, they thought I was boring,” Yue Wuhuan wrapped the clothes tightly around him, absolutely reluctant to let go. He hesitated for a long time but decided to control the unwillingness in his heart to explain clearly what would be discovered sooner or later. He was so confused that he once again forgot how he should properly address himself, “Master, without the drugs, my body won’t respond to men. You will derive no pleasure from my body. I-I’m not suited for those things, only with the help of drugs…”

Song Qingshi interrupted his incoherent speech, “Don’t do things that don’t suit you.”

“You don’t need to be nice to me,” The more Yue Wuhuan laid bare his thoughts, the more fearful he became. He was like a child at his wits’ end, desperately saying, “I have nothing, the only thing I can give you is this body…” 

Song Qingshi realized that his emotions were not right and he turned back around. He knew he should perform psychological intervention right now but the words he turned thousands of times over in his mind, all disappeared when they reached his tongue. He could not say anything sweet-sounding and comforting. He was clearly extremely distressed but in the end, he could only condense his thoughts into two words, “You have.”

The Yue Wuhuan in his heart was the kid who was doing his hardest to practice his swordsmanship under the peach blossom trees; the boy who dreamt of becoming a master swordsman with a mortal’s body.

The Yue Wuhuan he saw in his eyes was the phoenix soaring in the highest heavens, the brightest star in the night, but with its wings broken and covered in dust.

Song Qingshi walked step by step, every step firm. 

Yue Wuhuan forcibly tried to calm down but his body couldn’t help trembling slightly, wanting to retreat.

Song Qingshi squatted down on his knees and looked solemnly into his eyes.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he could not retreat.

Song Qingshi promised word by word, “What you had before, I will find and return to you; I will give you everything you want.” 

Yue Wuhuan’s breathing became short and hurried. He still couldn’t understand what this promise meant but he understood the seriousness and firmness in Song Qingshi’s eyes. He asked cautiously, “What do you need me to do?”

Song Qingshi asked, “Don’t try to commit suicide anymore, understood?”

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time and finally nodded.

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