Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 242: Hero to the Rescue

An hour ago, the system had already reported on these men following her.

A few ill-intentioned thugs, they must have thought it would be easy to rob a girl traveling with a child.

They saw Cheng Xiaoxiao stop to rest and stealthily followed her.

Someone paused while gnawing on a meat pie, thinking these pests couldn’t wait until she and the little one finished eating before making a move? Truly asking for a beating.

Remembering the lewd looks from those guys, she decided to swap the stick she intended to take out with a broadsword.

Straightforwardly, she would kill them. These samurai were quite strong, avoiding future harm to other girls.

Just then, the system reported, "Host, look out, there’s a Cheng Yaojin approaching, appears to be an Inner Strength Master." Cheng Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow, another fighter, fine, a Grandmaster plus several samurai, she believed she could still handle it.

The result was far from what Cheng Xiaoxiao had anticipated. The newcomer darted forward, shouting, "Miss, be careful," and swiftly engaged those men.

Within a dozen breaths, those guys lay on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.

Fine, having someone clean up for her, she didn’t have to draw her blade, lucky, those guys had big luck.

After continuing to feed the little one, she rose and turned to see a tall figure, teaching those men a lesson.

"Don’t do vile things again, or I’ll break your legs. Now, scram."

The men begged incessantly and hobbled away, supporting each other.

The newcomer then turned around, looking at Cheng Xiaoxiao with a shy expression, somewhat embarrassed.

"Little girl, where is your family? Why aren’t they with you? Traveling alone like this is very dangerous."

The unexpected newcomer was a handsome elder brother, with prominent brows and eyes, well-proportioned features, tan skin, clearly a righteous neighborhood brother at first glance.

He gave off the vibe of a special forces soldier from her past life, even more so if he wore camouflage.

Grateful for the kind-hearted brother’s help, Cheng Xiaoxiao happily accepted and said, aggrieved, "I got separated from my family. They’re likely ahead. I want to catch up to them, but my pace isn’t fast enough, so I couldn’t catch up for now."

"I see. If the lady doesn’t mind, you could travel with me."

He suddenly remembered something and quickly explained, "Don’t worry, we’re decent folks, we won’t bully anyone."

Cheng Xiaoxiao nodded, thinking a bad guy doesn’t have "I’m a bad guy" written on their forehead!

This elder brother might be too naive.

Since traveling alone was boring, finding a naive person to tease wasn’t a bad idea either.

She could also ask about Dingzhou along the way.

The man whom Cheng Xiaoxiao deemed the naive elder brother turned away with a twisted expression, holding his arm. The pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.

It seemed that his previous actions had torn his wound again.

"Host, he saved you while injured, yet you called him naive."

"Was that an insult? Clearly a compliment, naive and sunny, full of positive energy, isn’t that great?"

Having seen the world’s darkness, cruelty, bloodshed, and slaughter, encountering someone with such values was indeed rare.

"Heh!" The host obviously meant naive.

Don’t think it didn’t hear it.

Cheng Xiaoxiao followed the newcomer to the main road. He had a companion, but the companion seemed severely injured and was being pushed in a cart.

The newcomer bashfully smiled at Cheng Xiaoxiao, saying, "Oh right, I’m Fang Zheng, and this is my brother, Lu Jingtian. He’s seriously injured, so I’m pushing him."

The name suggested they weren’t blood brothers, just the brotherhood among friends.

A friend in trouble, still accompanying despite being injured, suggested this man named Fang Zheng was a man of loyalty and righteousness.

To such a person, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t mind lending a hand.

Cheng Xiaoxiao politely called out, "Hello, Brother Fang, I’m Xiaoxiao, just call me by my name." Fang Zheng chuckled clumsily, "No need for formality, miss."

At that moment, the person on the cart murmured, "Water... water... water!" Fang Zheng hurriedly took the water pouch from his waist and helped his brother drink a few sips.

Then, a fair, slender hand touched the forehead of the person on the cart, "Brother Fang, your Brother Lu is already feverish."

Fang Zheng also knew that Jingtian was seriously injured, possibly beyond saving, but since he was still alive, there was hope, and he couldn’t give up.

Cheng Xiaoxiao stood up and ordered, "Push him over there." She pointed to where she had just rested.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao shed the frail image of a neighborhood girl, her voice stern, carrying an undeniable authority.

Fang Zheng looked up, meeting Cheng Xiaoxiao’s calm gaze, involuntarily complying with her instructions.

Once they reached the spot, he realized, what just happened? Was he delusional?

Why did the little girl’s gaze feel commanding, prompting him to act according to her command?

How strange, it must have been his imagination!

Cheng Xiaoxiao crouched down, inspected the man’s injuries, then took off her bag, retrieving disinfectant cotton, alcohol, bandages, medicine, etc., from what was essentially a storage space.

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded, thinking the girl must be a doctor. How could such a small bag be filled with medical supplies?

Without lifting her head, Cheng Xiaoxiao said, "That’s right, I am a doctor. Don’t worry, I’ll save your brother’s life, to repay you for assisting me just now."

"Are you really a doctor?"

Fang Zheng looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao excitedly, quickly moving to the opposite side, kneeling on one knee, grasping this lifeline, "Miss Xiao, no, Doctor Xiao, you must save him."

Cheng Xiaoxiao sighed, "How can I save him with you holding my hand? If we waste more time, I really won’t be able to save him." Frightened, Fang Zheng quickly let go.

"I’m sorry, pardon my rudeness." Remembering his earlier offense, Fang Zheng blushed, thinking how he could touch a girl’s hand, all the etiquette learned in eighteen years seemed wasted.

"Stand guard over there, to prevent any more troublesome people from coming over to cause trouble." Fang Zheng agreed, standing aside, alleviating his awkwardness of having nowhere else to go.

She cut open the clothing and haphazard bandages, the abdominal knife wound seemed the deepest, with more than ten other wounds of various sizes. This man had remarkable endurance, enduring such severe injuries.

Releasing the gauze’s restraint, the abdominal knife wound was a gaping maw, bleeding continuously.

After some thought, she put away her medicine pouch, took out the alcohol and disinfectant cotton, first disinfected, then cleaned the wound. The wound’s exposed flesh had turned pale, trending towards festering, necessitating cleansing of the surrounding necrotic tissue.