Chapter 2 - Song Qingshu

Previously, because his name sounded similar to Song Qingshu's, he was mocked by many of his friends and even received the nickname "King of Spare Tires." At that time, he was full of confidence and just laughed it off. He didn't expect that he might really become that tragic spare tire, Song Qingshu.

"Come in," the lady in green at the table said calmly after a moment of silence.

Song Qingshu was 80% sure that this was the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre. No one would be so bored as to specially set up these scenes to deceive him. The key was that he clearly remembered that he was already dead at that time.

According to their conversation, this should be the Shaolin Temple's Lion Slaying Assembly. Song Qingshu was severely injured, and the lady in green was naturally his wife in name, Zhou Zhiruo.

Song Qingshu subconsciously pretended to be unconscious. In the original work, the marriage between Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo was in name only. Zhou Zhiruo didn't have much feelings for Song Qingshu. Furthermore, after various versions of TV dramas, Song Qingshu had a deep impression of Zhou Zhiruo's black-bellied heart. If she knew that the real Song Qingshu had been replaced by him, she would definitely not hesitate to use the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to send him to heaven.

Song Qingshu had already died once. He didn't want to experience that again. At this time, Zhang Wuji also walked in. "How is Senior Song's injury? Bring me to see him."

Zhou Zhiruo saw him enter and didn't turn around. She only said coldly, "All the bones in his body are shattered and his injury is extremely serious. He most likely won't survive. I don't know if he can make it through the night."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "This little girl is really heartless. The original owner of this body is her husband in name. Now that his life is in danger, she doesn't care at all. Could it be that she wants him to become a beautiful widow after he dies and fall into Zhang Wuji's arms again? "

Zhang Wuji said, "You know my medical skills are not bad, I am willing to do my best to treat you."

His words ignited hope in Song Qingshu's heart. Zhang Wuji was a true disciple of the Butterfly Valley Divine Doctor. With his treatment, Song Qingshu's life would be saved.

Zhou Zhiruo asked, "Why did you save him?"

Song Qingshu listened on the bed in a daze. He secretly pitied the original owner of this body. "It seems that you are not doing well. Your wife can't wait for you to die."

Zhang Wuji was startled. "I have wronged you," he said, "In my heart I am extremely ashamed. Besides, today you have shown mercy and spared my life. Since Senior Brother Song is injured, I will do my best. "

Zhou Zhiruo quietly said, "You showed mercy first, how could I not know that? If you can save Brother Song, how do you want me to repay you? "

This situation doesn't seem right. Why does it seem like a couple is confessing their feelings to each other? How can I repay him? A woman is asking a man this plaintively; what if the other party wants you to devote your life to him? Song Qingshu seemed to see a green light on the forehead of the original owner of this body. Although Zhou Zhiruo was not his wife, his heart was still grieved.

"A life for a life," Zhang Wuji said, "Please show mercy to my Yifu." Zhang Wuji's words made Song Qingshu heave a sigh of relief. Fortunately he was indecisive when it came to emotional matters. If he had Wei Xiaobao's temperament, as long as he was a bit shameless this time, wouldn't Zhou Zhiruo throw herself into his arms?

Zhou Zhiruo pointed to the inner hall and said indifferently, "He is inside."

Zhang Wuji came to the bedside and observed Song Qingshu's injury. He said, "Lady Song, whether or not you can save Song Shige's life, I can't say for sure. Can I try?"

As soon as the three words' Lady Song 'came out, the more Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji, the more he liked him. "If you can cure me, I won't care about the flirting between you and Zhou Zhiruo." Song Qingshu was secretly calculating in his heart. Indeed, the original Song Qingshu had a reason to hate Zhang Wuji, but he only inherited Song Qingshu's body, there was no need for him to inherit the hatred in his heart at the same time. As for the unhappiness in his heart before, it was entirely because Zhou Zhiruo was recognized as a great beauty in the Wulin world, and Song Qingshu's man's possessive mentality caused mischief.

Now that he thought about it, the woman who thought that Song Qingshu had a problem with his character was not completely wrong. This society was like this. Unless you were a second-generation rich man waiting to die, or a mediocre person, as long as you worked hard, you would always be assimilated by the big dye vat of society.

There was no such thing as good people and bad people in the world. The misfortune of the bad people was that they let most people see their bad side, while the good people, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, let everyone see their good side.

Song Qingshu was the tragic former. His dark side was displayed in front of the woman by his rival in love, so he became a bad person. The woman did not see the dark side of her rival in love, so even if she was killed by her rival in love, the woman, who was kept in the dark, still thought that her rival in love was a gentleman.

While Song Qingshu was thinking, Zhang Wuji had already begun to help him set his bones. Song Qingshu was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but in a situation where he did not know the situation in the world, he only dared to pretend that he was sleep-talking and did not dare to cry out in pain.

Zhang Wuji straightened his broken bones, picked out the Black Jade Reconnection Ointment, and used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to put the medicine into every part of Song Qingshu's broken bones. After the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, he let out a long breath and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Brother Song's life is no longer in danger, but … but …"

Zhou Zhiruo did not show a trace of happiness on her face, and said indifferently, "There's no harm in saying it."

"It's just that Brother Song's meridians are all broken, and I'm afraid he can no longer practice martial arts in the future." Zhang Wuji's words were like thunder, and Song Qingshu was immediately dumbfounded. In the world of Wuxia, what it meant to become a disabled person was self-evident.

"You don't need to blame yourself, it wasn't easy to save him." Zhou Zhiruo still spoke in an indifferent tone, and Song Qingshu felt strange listening to her, as if they were husband and wife, and he was just an outsider. Ah, it seemed like he was indeed an outsider.

Then Zhang Wuji was worried that Zhou Zhiruo would not be able to defeat the Shaolin Temple's San Du, so he tactfully mentioned the power of the Jin Gang Fu Mo Quan, hoping that she would join forces with him to break it.

Zhou Zhiruo flatly refused, "We had a marriage agreement in the past, but my husband's life is in danger right now, and today I didn't kill you, other people will definitely say that I still have feelings for you. If I ask for your help again, the heroes of the world will scold me for being shameless and fickle. "

Zhang Wuji anxiously said, "We only need to have a clear conscience, why should we care about other people's words?"

"What if I have a guilty conscience?" Zhou Zhiruo's question filled the entire room with an ambiguous atmosphere.