The fool walked over from the side. He looked at the Taoist priest and shook his head.
Xia Hua's face turned cold, she put away the phone and walked to the center of the living room.
Xiaolan probably knew what happened.
A sigh came from Xia Hua.
"I……"
Xiaolan wanted to lift her upper body, but Qin Yin held her shoulders and pushed her back.
"Don't move until Shuangluo's people come," Qin Yin then stood up and asked the fool, "What's wrong with Xu Ye?"
"He's dead," the fool whispered. "The back of his head happened to hit a raised rock. He probably died on the spot."
Xiaolan took a deep breath.
Her mood is very complicated.
I don’t know whether I should be sad or happy? In any case, Xu Ye, who wanted to die, has now achieved his goal.
But at the same time, he also took away many secrets.
Xiaolan suddenly remembered Jasmine, who was still lying on the floor of the bedroom, and almost sat up again. This time, a strong sense of dizziness stopped her.
"Xiaolan, what's wrong?" Qin Yin's tone was full of concern and a little bit angry, "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
"Don't worry, Jasmine is fine," Qin Yin stretched out her hand to tidy up Xiaolan's hair, "She hasn't woken up yet. That sister is taking care of her. Nothing is wrong with her."
That's good.
The pain in the back of her head was no longer as strong as before, but she was still a little dizzy. Xiaolan closed her eyes, and the scene in her dream reappeared.
She understood something.
There is some more confusion.
Seeing that Xiao Lan was motionless, Wen Ling secretly put his finger under her nose to test it. At this time, the door opened with a "squeak" sound. Wen Ling shivered and almost inserted his finger into Xiao Lan's nostril.
"We're finally here," Xia Hua greeted her, "Why are you two?"
"Isn't there a rush here? The two of us are the closest. Let's come and take a look first. Others will come over later."
This voice sounds familiar.
"Where are the injured?" another asked.
"Here, here!" Qin Yin quickly raised his hand, "Eh? Is it you?"
A set of footsteps approached hurriedly, "Is it you? What's going on? Which of you is injured?"
A familiar and delicate face appeared at the other end of the sofa.
It turned out to be the driver who picked them up at Jiutian Station.
When the little brother saw Xiaolan's appearance, his pupils trembled a few times, "Is it this child?!"
Everyone nodded.
The younger brother half-knelt down next to Xiaolan, stretched out his hand to hold up her head, and said with some reproach, "What did you do?"
"We don't..."
The younger brother glared at Qin Yin who was about to explain. He was so frightened that Qin Yin did not dare to continue. After all, who dares to disobey the doctor?
The fool stared at the little brother's skilled hands, "Can you also treat a doctor?"
The younger brother almost laughed angrily, "I'm also a Shuanglin, don't you think I can only drive?"
The little brother's right hand was cool, but not the kind of bone-chilling cold. When his fingers touched the back of Xiaolan's head, the gentle touch seemed to calm some of the heat and swelling near Xiaolan's wound.
It would be better if his fingers didn't poke his wounds.
"Hiss——" Xiaolan bared her teeth in pain and sucked in a breath of air.
"Where is the wound?" The little brother was a little surprised.
Ah, you are a doctor, brother.
The fool turned to look at Xia Hua, "Is he really professional?"
He looked at Shuang Yan, who was leaning next to Xu Ye to check the wound, and almost said the words "Why don't you change it?"
Xia Hua walked up to the fool and patted him on the back, "If he can't do it, no one can."
"But……"
"Fool, be patient," the Taoist priest said, "This little brother seems... to have something to say."
Sure enough, the little brother took his hand back, faced Xiaolan, frowned and asked, "Which faction are you from?"
"They don't belong to any faction, they are just friends of Jasmine and Jiutian," Xia Hua said, "What happened?"
The younger brother looked at Xia Hua suspiciously, said nothing, and then turned his attention back to Xiaolan, "Your injury has healed."
"What?" Everyone said almost in unison.
Xiaolan also widened her eyes.
"But...but I'm still in pain."
"Please tell me carefully. Is your pain caused by the wound on the back of your head?"
"I..." Xiaolan was a little confused, "The wound is indeed hurting. You just poked..."
"...Except for the place where I just poked you."
like……
Xiaolan experienced it carefully, and the dizziness seemed to be caused by a certain part deep inside the skull.
"It seems indeed..."
"That's it," the younger brother crossed his arms and looked at Xiaolan, "your trauma has healed."
"What about internal injuries?" Qin Yin asked.
"She didn't suffer any internal injuries. Her current dizziness was not caused by this injury. She should know exactly what caused it."
Everyone looked at Xiaolan again.
Xiaolan was stunned with her mouth open.
Could it be...that dream?
Xiaolan wanted to sit up, but the dizziness in her head came again, and she immediately lay back down holding her forehead.
"I...I probably know..."
"Why?" Qin Yin asked.
"I……"
Xiaolan didn't really want to say those words here.
She even wanted to ask Jasmine herself when she woke up.
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to say it if you don't want to," the little brother said, "I can't help you solve it anyway if you say it. We can't deal with the hurt caused by worries."
Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Yin looked at Xiaolan dissatisfied, wondering what the child was hiding from them.
"But I want to ask you," the younger brother then asked, "Why does she have this ability?"
The Taoist priest avoided his sight.
"Ability?" Qin Yin responded, "Oh, you said Xiaolan's ability to recover quickly. She does this occasionally. It may be inherited, but it doesn't always work. It depends on the situation..."
When Xiaolan saw that the people around her heard that her injury had healed, the worry in her eyes immediately disappeared, and she seemed to be pretending to be sick.
"Hereditary..." The little brother sneered at this statement, "She is not Shuanglin, how could she inherit such a skill?"
Qin Yin thought it right, and slowly turned to look at Xiaolan, "Yes, Xiaolan, are you Shuanglin?"
?Are you convinced so easily?
"I'm really not..."
"Then why does your healing speed happen so quickly?"
"There may be a misunderstanding," Xia Hua said helpfully. "When we first found Xiaolan, her wound was still bleeding. Even if it healed, it should have happened after arriving in this room. She is not like
Shuanglin healed instantly."
Xiaolan nodded quickly.
The doubts in the boy's eyes faded a little, but he was still a little worried, until a call came from the second floor.