Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 243: Master of Persuasion

Cheng Xiaoxiao meticulously scraped away the whitening flesh bit by bit, wiped the bloodstains on the wound with alcohol cotton, and disinfected it again.

During this process, the man’s eyelids trembled, and the pain jolted him awake. In a daze, he opened his eyes and saw a beautiful lady, feeling like he was dreaming.

Soon, his body’s weakness caused him to faint again.

The wound was quite large. It could heal without stitching, but slowly. Stitching would help it recover faster, but the sutures weren’t cheap. Was she being too generous?

Oh well, considering Fang Zheng’s character is decent, this half-dead man’s character probably isn’t too bad either.

She might as well save him!

She reluctantly bought sterile, non-removable catgut sutures from the mall, and after disinfecting the wound again, began stitching it up, one needle at a time.

During this period, the man was sweating profusely from the pain, and his facial muscles twitched, as if he was about to wake up, but he couldn’t, repeatedly struggling.

In the distance, Fang Zheng was gnawing on a steamed bun. After all, without replenishing his energy, he couldn’t push his good buddy.

From his vantage point, he could see Cheng Xiaoxiao was performing first aid, but he didn’t catch the moment of stitching; otherwise, he wouldn’t be calmly eating the bun.

After Cheng Xiaoxiao finished treating all the wounds, an hour had already passed.

Fang Zheng looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao full of hope, with a gaze so fervent that one might think she was his most treasured possession!

Hey! Suddenly felt these two have quite a CP vibe.

"Your Brother Lu’s life is saved. Now it’s your turn," Cheng Xiaoxiao said casually.

"What?"

Fang Zheng looked baffled.

"Sit down and take off your clothes." The tone was still indisputable.

Fang Zheng guessed Miss Xiao noticed he was also injured, but the thought of taking off his clothes, especially in front of a girl, made his ears turn red instantly.

"Well... that... I’m... it’s not necessary, just minor injuries..." Fang Zheng stammered shyly.

"I told you to take it off, so take it off. Why so much nonsense? Hurry up," Cheng Xiaoxiao said impatiently with a heavier tone.

She didn’t look friendly either, scaring Fang Zheng into quickly sitting down.

He dared not take everything off, only revealing half a shoulder. After all, his other injuries were minor; only the shoulder was more serious. He avoided exposure as much as possible.

"It’s a wonder you can still push the cart, do you want to lose your arm?" Cheng Xiaoxiao said irritably, thinking this guy is not only simple-minded but also silly.

"I... I didn’t think about it that much."

Fang Zheng said sheepishly, knowing they barely escaped, and in the face of survival, who cared if his arm could be saved, when only he and his brother were left from their entourage.

Thinking about it, his eyes turned red.

Seeing someone about to shed tears with reddened eyes, Cheng Xiaoxiao softened her tone, "I’ll be gentle, just endure a bit more."

Listening to Miss Xiao, his once retreating red ears flushed again.

In unspeakable... embarrassment.

Suddenly, he choked on his own saliva.

Cough, cough!

Cough, cough!

Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the big guy Fang Zheng in bewilderment, what was going on?

Is this the legendary choking on one’s own saliva?

Ouch! Fang Zheng was distressed, feeling like he lost face for a lifetime today.

He really wanted to find a hole to hide in.

Finally enduring until Miss Xiao finished treating his wound, he quickly put on his clothes, not daring to look at the person opposite, only lowering his head to tidy his clothes.

Finally, he thickened his skin and said, "Thank you!"

Cheng Xiaoxiao packed up her belongings, not noticing the other’s awkward embarrassment.

"Hmm!"

Only the system truly saw it all, sigh, the host flirted without realizing it.

After tending to both their injuries, it was already past four in the afternoon, leaving just two hours before dark. She hadn’t covered much distance today.

But there was still some time, so she decided to continue traveling until dark to rest.

She conveyed this to Fang Zheng, who agreed to set off, then prepared to push Lu Jingtian, but was stopped by a small hand on his arm.

"You’re now an injured person, okay? Doing heavy work like pushing a cart would waste my effort and good medicine."

Fang Zheng scratched his head embarrassedly, knowing Miss Xiao meant well, but who would push the cart if he didn’t? A young girl couldn’t do it, and even if she could, he would be embarrassed to bother her, especially since she had a child to care for and was their lifesaver.

Cheng Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him, thinking his mind must be missing a part; they didn’t seem too poor from their clothes, so why didn’t he think of alternatives?

Cheng Xiaoxiao held Fang Zheng in place, not intending to help herself, and insisted on setting out.

Fang Zheng was utterly clueless about what to do.

"Then what should we do?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t answer Fang Zheng’s question, waiting in place for about a quarter of an hour until she spotted her target.

There were family convoy carriages passing by during this time, but she stayed silent, waiting until they had gone, and then a father and son duo, walking on foot in tattered clothes, came into view.

Yes, it was them.

The man appeared in his forties or fifties, and the son looked about her age. Both carried simple bags, wearing coarse cloth and old cotton clothes; though not patched, they bore no decorations either, clearly practical people.

Though their faces had bruises and scratches, their walking postures showed no serious injuries, so she sprinted over to stop them and said, "Hello, sir, I have a patient here needing a cart pushed. Can you help? I won’t have you work for nothing. I’ll cover your meals thrice a day. How about it?"

The burly man looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao in disbelief; was there such a good deal — just help push a cart and solve food for him and his son? Was it real?

It felt like a pie falling from the sky?

So unreal.

The man was about to speak when the slender boy beside him spoke up, "Really? This sister, do you want to hire my dad to push the cart? I’m an adult too and can help with work."

Cheng Xiaoxiao felt a bit exasperated. Another little kid calling her sister. How could she say she was an old auntie?

In this place, at twenty-eight, someone’s son could be this boy’s age.

"Sister? I’m definitely older than you, call me sister, and if you do, I’ll give you work to do. If you do well, I’ll pay you," Cheng Xiaoxiao baited generously.

"Really? Sister, what can I help you with?" The boy was naturally outgoing, changing how he addressed her immediately with no hesitation. Cheng Xiaoxiao was taken aback; was everyone in the city this straightforward?

Next, the boy received a sudden flick to the head from his dad.

"Ouch!" a yelp as he held his head, looking aggrieved.