Zhong Mu's brows furrowed immediately as he stared at the wound in silence. He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like for a monster that could also feel pain to have its heart ripped out.
The one who betrayed them so ruthlessly was the person the doctor had agreed to trust.
The body and mind will perceive pain together, and it is through this gradual accumulation that doctors stop opening their hearts to people.
Despite being the only one among many monsters that shows kindness to players, it was still betrayed without mercy for its own benefit.
"This... did it hurt a lot before?" Zhong Mu carefully reached out and touched the wound, not daring to touch it too much, afraid that she might hurt the doctor if she was not careful.
"Of course." Sensing the emotions transmitted by her heart, Mu He slowly curled the corners of her mouth. "But I've gotten used to the pain, so it's alright."
Zhong Mu's furrowed brows deepened. "Kind-hearted people shouldn't encounter things like this..."
His voice was a jumble of heartache and grievance, indistinct and unclear. Mu He couldn't help but laugh. She felt sorry for him, but she herself was feeling wronged. How adorable!
"It's okay, this won't happen again." Mu He reached out and rubbed Zhong Mu's face. "Clean my body and wipe away all the blood."
"I promise I won't let the doctor get a single drop of blood on him again." Zhong Mu muttered to himself, first wiping the blood off Mu He's severed arm with a towel, then bandaging it, and finally wiping away the blood and dust from his body.
Both sides remained quiet throughout the entire process.
Mu He, who used to have her body wiped by the little paper doll, was being wiped by someone with a towel for the first time. Zhong Mu was also wiping someone's body for the first time. Both of them remained silent and were a little awkward.
"Doctor, please put on your clothes first, so you don't catch a cold." Zhong Mu put down the towel, carefully grabbed the clothes she had snatched from the side, shook them out, and helped Mu He put them on.
He even made a point of buying similar colors and styles so that the doctor wouldn't feel uncomfortable wearing new clothes.
"Ghosts don't get cold, but my body is very cold."
"Never mind, just put them on."
Zhong Mu helped Mu He put on a shirt, then looked down at the trouser leg where a large patch of blood had congealed, "You need to change your pants too."
"Mmm," Mu He responded softly, raising her sleeve to sniff it.
Zhong Mu ran back carrying the clothes, which still carried a faint scent of his, making her feel at ease.
Zhong Mu, standing to the side, fell silent as he watched Mu He's nonchalant behavior.
Is it true that blind people do whatever they want without caring about what others think? They become reckless just because they can't see. Before, they touched their lips in front of him, and now they're sniffing around in front of him.
"Doctor, what are you doing?"
"Smell your scent."
"...Stop smelling it."
"Oh, okay," he replied, still sniffing. "You smell a bit like lavender."
"It smells like laundry detergent."
"It doesn't smell exactly like that."
"It's just laundry detergent, it's just laundry detergent." Zhong Mu's ears turned red, he closed his eyes and sighed, taking out a small knife from his pocket. "The doctor can't move right now, so I'll cut your pants off from the side. Anyway, they're all covered in blood clots, so you can't wear them."
"Hmm." Mu He nodded, sensing Zhong Mu's approach. He carefully cut open his pants along his waistline with a small knife.
Her legs felt cold, and she couldn't see Zhong Mu's expression, but the emotions emanating from her heart were intense.
The Chinese-style long gown is very long, and when it hangs down, it can cover a lot of the body. But precisely because of this, after the pants are cut off and thrown aside, you can see the legs, which are sewn with red thread, half-hidden under the long gown. The long hair falls from the shoulders to the ground, giving a visual sense of fragility.
It was as if he had found a pitiful yet beautiful rag doll with its arms torn off, abandoned in a corner of an alley.
Zhong Mu's heart pounded, but she forced herself to remain calm as she carefully wiped the blood off her legs with a towel.
The clean towel slid down her thighs to her knees, across her calves, and down to her ankles tied with red ribbons.
The doctor was slightly thin, with many prominent joints on his body. His ankles were slender, and his soles were fair. A red string tied around his feet made his legs look exceptionally beautiful, which was one of the reasons why someone targeted him and cut off his legs.
Zhong Mu lowered her head, cupped the soles of the feet in her hands, and carefully wiped them clean with a towel before putting them back.
After wiping his legs, Zhong Mu felt his heart rate had reached the limit of human potential, comparable to a monster suddenly appearing in his face when he was unprepared.
"I need to pick you up to put on your pants, Doctor, be careful." Zhong Mu looked away, not daring to look at Mu He any longer, and pulled up the pants he had snatched to put them on Mu He's legs.
While reciting various righteous words in his mind, he lifted Mu He's body with one hand and pulled up his pants.
As the two drew closer, Zhong Mu's heartbeat became clearer and louder; even in the clean alley, between the two silent individuals, he could hear it himself.
While blushing and wishing she could disappear into the ground, Zhong Mu dutifully tidied Mu He's clothes.
Muhe's legs wobbled as she landed on the ground, her toes lightly touching the ground, as if she could put some weight on it again.
Just as he was about to stand up, Zhong Mu subtly placed his foot under Mu He's feet and said in a muffled voice, "I just cleaned them for you, don't get them dirty. I'll put your shoes on for you in a bit."
"Okay." Mu He responded softly, and could tell that Zhong Mu really knew how to take care of people.
But the heartbeat was really loud, deafeningly close to his head.
After the procedure, Zhong Mu felt like all her strength had been drained. The main exhaustion came from facing a completely defenseless doctor and having to restrain herself.
He was sitting in the corner, drying Mu He's hair. When he looked up, he could see the doctor with his back to him, still sniffing his sleeve.
Unable to stop it, Zhong Mu simply gave up, washing the blood off her hair and combing her long hair while watching Mu He fidget with her sleeves.
Mu He sniffed the scent on her sleeve twice, then turned around and sniffed Zhong Mu's hand. Sure enough, it wasn't just the scent on her clothes, but the scent of Zhong Mu herself.
"Doctor, once we've packed everything up, we'll head to the main city to retrieve your hand in a bit."
"Brother Xiu and the others went to Changsheng City to find Boss Ye. They should have met up with them by now. We need to hurry over and meet up with them so that Boss Ye won't worry."
Mu He nodded. "Have they found a way to kill the evil god?"
Zhong Mu said in a muffled voice, "Not yet, but according to the priests of the Forgotten City, the high priest of the Immortal City might know something, so Brother Xiu and the others went to the Immortal City. I came to find you after leaving the Forgotten City."
Mu He smiled and turned her head. "So you came here for me?"