The Little Blind Man

"Miss, are you injured?" The man asked again. He took Qu Yao's pulse without permission. "I'm sorry. I can smell that the lady's blood is very strong and her pulse is very messy."

He explained that he was a doctor and that his clinic was not far away. No matter what, he had to let Qu Yao go to his clinic for treatment. He said that he wanted to apologize for bumping into Qu Yao just now.

Qu Yao did not know why she followed him. Perhaps it was because this person was very similar to the person in her mind, or perhaps it was because she did not know where to go, or perhaps it was because her wrist had indeed suffered some injuries, at that moment, she did not know why, but it became very painful. She wanted to follow him to get some painkillers.

In short, she followed the little blind man to the clinic.

The clinic was a few hundred meters away from West Street. The smell of herbs could be smelled at the door. The man walked in front. When Qu Yao saw the threshold, she wanted to remind him, but the man walked through the threshold smoothly as if he could see it, then, he turned back and said to her gently, "Miss, be careful of the threshold."

"Oh."Qu Yao followed him in.

A servant came out from the counter. "Why is sir back so early today?" He saw that the man's hands were empty, and a girl with a face like a dead person behind him.

"Aren't you going to buy rice paper? Who's this?" He looked at Qu Yao warily.

At this moment, Qu Yao really didn't look like a good person. Her arm had been accidentally cut last night, and she couldn't be bothered to care about it. Blood flowed down her arm to her fingertips, and her cold expression made people stay away from her.

"I didn't hear anything on the way and bumped into a girl. She's a little weak, so I brought her back to take a look at her, as an apology."

The servant naturally put his arm into the man's hand and led him to the consultation area. Qu Yao followed behind him.

Qu Yao sat opposite the man. The servant approached her to help her treat the wound on her arm. She instinctively pulled her arm back and accidentally knocked over the incense burner on the table.

The servant rushed to pick up the incense burner and was a little angry. "Why are you hiding? No patient in this entire city can come to our clinic for treatment without lining up. It's your luck that sir brought you back."

"An Er! Don't be rude!"The man shouted in a low voice. "You go and take care of the other patients first. I'm fine as long as this lady has me."

An Er curled her lips and left. The man apologized, "Miss, An Er is immature and has offended you. I felt that there was blood on your hand just now. I wonder if it's an injury?"

Qu Yao was a little puzzled. How could a blind man treat a patient?

"The wound is on my arm."She took the initiative to put her arm on the table and casually rolled up her sleeves. She pressed the man's hand directly on the wound. "Here, it's a knife wound. See how you treat it."

Who among those entering the clinic wasn't hoping for good health and healing in order to save their lives, and who would have her nonchalant attitude?

The man was not surprised. He very naturally touched the area around her wound. His slender fingers moved gently on her arm like playing the piano.

He got up and fumbled for a bottle of medicine and gauze from the cabinet behind him. He also ordered someone to bring a basin of water and some things to treat her wound. Although he could not see, he could accurately clean up the blood stains on her wound.

"Are you blind?" Qu Yao asked. "Why doesn't it feel like it?"

The man chuckled. "I am indeed blind. It's just that my intuition is more accurate when treating patients. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to become a doctor so easily."

This was the first time she had heard that treating patients depended on one's intuition. It was really strange.

Qu Yao stared at the hand that was helping her wrap the gauze and asked, "Blind man, what's your name?"

Even though he was called a blind man, the man was not angry. He continued to smile gently. "My name is Bai Yihe. What's your name, miss?"

She paused for a long time. "Qu Yao."

After the wound was treated, Qu Yao stood up and was about to leave. One of her feet stepped out of the door and she turned back. She stared at Bai Yihe and his beautiful but blind eyes and asked, "I don't have a place to stay. Can I stay with you for two days to recuperate?"

Bai Yihe looked up as if he could see her. He followed her voice and looked at her seriously. He still maintained a gentle smile and said, "Of course."

Qu Yao walked back into the door and said, "Thank you."