What relieves pain?

  His words of bitter fate were unconvincing, but apart from that, he had no better words to express his intentions.

  It was unclear whether his words had an effect, but the woman did not show a hint of panic and turned her head to look at him.

  His eyes finally fell on Zhang's back behind Zhenming.

  Blood seeped into Zhang's embroidered shoes, dripping from her toes onto the floor.

  Zhen Ming was taken aback at the sight of this woman, and he couldn't help but stare. She wore a pale green silk long dress, with a white silk sash tied around her waist, which accentuated her slender figure like a bee's waist. On her head, she wore a phoenix hairpin with pearls and jade flowers, and her eyes sparkled like water, shining brightly with kindness.

  He didn't have time to look carefully and anxiously asked: "Is there any hemostatic gauze or herbal medicine?"

  The woman glanced at the bloodstains dripping from Zhang's feet and said lightly, "Come with me."

  As she spoke, she ignored the dagger hanging from her neck and turned to walk towards the inner room of the shop.

  Zhen Ming followed her into a spacious room behind the store.

  It's obvious that this is a warehouse, filled with all sorts of fabrics and threads for weaving.

  Zhen Ming painfully pulled over a white cloth, found several thick and soft spools of thread, padded them under the white cloth, and carefully placed Zhang Shi on top.

  She covered herself with another thick layer of silk fabric.

  He chose to go to the Changsun clothing store because there was an endless supply of fabric here, Zhang Shi was seriously injured and wore thin clothes on his body. If he caught a cold, it would be adding insult to injury.

  After ensuring everything was in order, he turned around to face the beautiful woman who had been quietly watching him without attempting to escape or scream. With a hint of apology, he said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, Miss. It's just that I had no other choice, my life is at stake, and I don't know how to address you?"

  The woman was sizing up Zhen Mingshu, who was only wearing thin underwear. At first, she suspected that he was a rascal who kidnapped good women, but when she heard his self-introduction, she couldn't help but stare at him for a moment, looked at the scar on his face and asked instead of answering: "What is she to you?"

  I have a friend.

  The woman asked again: "How did you get hurt?"

  Zhen Ming did not conceal his bitter fate and told Pei Qian that he had been intercepted on the road, shot with hidden arrows.

  "If we don't treat her wound in time, I'm afraid she won't last much longer. You don't seem like the kind of person who would abandon someone to die, so please, miss, don't tell anyone you've seen us."

  "Shouldn't we get her to see a doctor?"

  "No need, Doctor. It's easy for us to expose our whereabouts. I can handle this wound myself. Once she wakes up, I'll take her away immediately and won't implicate you, Miss."

  That beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Zhen Ming to think of a stranger at this time. Just then, an old man's voice came from the outer room: "Girl, it's so late, why are you still working? Hurry up and put down your work, I've asked someone to boil water for you, wash up quickly and go to bed! You're the only high-level weaver in this shop, if you get exhausted, the business here will be ruined."

  Zhen Ming suddenly felt that the old man's voice was somewhat familiar, and it turned out to be the old man surnamed Gao he had met when buying clothes at Long Sun's clothing store more than ten days ago.

  The beautiful woman hastily replied: "Coming right away!"

  After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Zhen Mingxu: "You wait here for a moment, I'll go take a look at home to see if there's any more band-aids, I'll bring some for you."

  "It's so real, thank you miss."

  At this time, Zhang, who had been unconscious all along, slowly came to, feeling the intense pain at the wound, and burst into tears.

  The voice was not loud, but enough to startle people outside the house.

  He quickly rushed to Zhang's side, covering her mouth with one hand, and whispered in her ear: "Ge Ge, I know it hurts, bear with it for a moment, it'll be fine soon, don't cry, okay?"

  She cried so hard that the old man outside immediately became alert and asked, "Bei'er, is that you? What's wrong, did you hurt yourself? I told you not to work late at night. Let me take a look at where you're hurt."

  The woman looked at Zhenming with a bitter expression, cooing to Zhangshi like she was coaxing a little girl. She seemed slightly dazed until the old man Gao pushed open the door and came in. Only then did she hastily turn around and push Gao out of the room, using both her hands to shove him back outside.

  "Baili, I seem to have heard someone crying."

  "Your tinnitus is acting up again, isn't it? Did you remember to take the medicine the doctor prescribed last time?"

  "Oh? Really? I actually forgot to eat, haha, getting old, memory is not good..."

  "Come on, I'll take you to get some medicine."

  The sound gradually faded away, Zhen Ming reluctantly let go of Zhang Shi's mouth and Zhang Shi began to sob quietly.

  Zhen Ming sat beside her, wiping away the cold sweat and tears from her forehead, speaking some comforting words that couldn't alleviate her pain.

  If there were painkillers or anesthetics at that time, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

  He suddenly stunned for a moment, hastily took out his mobile phone and carefully searched on it.

  At last, he turned to an article about the "Má Fèi Sàn" anesthetic formula invented by Hua Tuo of the Three Kingdoms period. His face showed a look of extreme joy, and suddenly he turned around and squatted beside Zhang's body, grasped her hand tightly, and softly coaxed: "Ge ge, you can bear it for a while, I'll go get some medicine for you, after drinking the medicine, it won't hurt anymore, don't cry, I'm going to get the medicine for you now..."

  Zhang's eyes were blurry with tears as she stared at the man beside her, who had casually called out her milk name without her permission, coaxing her like a child, her attention shifted, and she gazed blankly at him.

  The woman named Baili returned to the warehouse at some point, holding a tray of porcelain medicine and a roll of gauze, standing at the door.

  Zhang's hand was pulled back by Zhen Ming, who only then noticed the woman at the door. He hastily walked up to her and asked her to take care of Zhang, without waiting for her response, he rushed out the door.

  The woman watched as Zhen Mingkuai, agile as a cat, opened the window of the shop and climbed out, standing there with a tray of medicine, dazed for a moment before walking over to Zhang's side and squatting down to help her wipe away the cold sweat on her forehead.

  "Thank you." Zhang's pale face showed a hint of gratitude.

  "He's really nervous about you." The woman looked at her and said lightly, "My name is Chang Sun Bei Er, I'm the weaver of this Chang Sun Yi Zhuang shop, are you Zhang Jie Jie that Ah Teng mentioned?"

  Zhang was somewhat surprised to look at the beautiful woman in front of him, Changsun Beiru, the owner of Changsun's clothing store. Her beauty and embroidery skills were renowned as one of Luoyang's two most exceptional women, and she was also one of Yang Zuan's many sisters. He had heard Yang Zuan mention her before, but he never expected to meet her in such a place and under such circumstances.

  She nodded painfully, with a questioning look in her eyes.

  Chang Sun Bai'er looked at her eyes that seemed to speak, stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I often hear Ah Tong mention you and Zhen Gongzi, I've been wanting to find a day to try your milled bean milk, is it really as fragrant as he said? These days, I keep hearing others say that your tofu stall hasn't opened, the entire Luoyang City is plastered with wanted posters for you. When Zhen Gongzi brought you in and reported his name, I guessed that he was hiding you behind him. Don't worry, it's very safe here, even if the Salt Gang finds this place, they wouldn't dare to barge in."

  Zhang said in a low voice: "I've also heard Atong mention you, thank you."

  "Hehe, no need to thank me. If Ah Tong knew that Zhen Gongzi had stirred up the entire Salt Gang for you, she would definitely cry her eyes out."

  "Why?" Zhang's attention was gradually diverted by her, and the pain suddenly eased a lot, and she couldn't help but ask curiously.

  "He's always telling me that after you pass the weak crown year, he'll take you home, but I think this Mr. Zhen will definitely not agree, and at this rate, Ah Tong will definitely not be able to surpass him, do you think Ah Tong will cry?"

  Zhang's pale face flushed with a touching crimson, and Changsun Baek-ah's words successfully diverted her attention.