Chapter 133 - 113: I Will Keep Your Secret

Chapter 133: Chapter 113: I Will Keep Your Secret

By the time the sun was high in the sky, the loud blare of a car horn sounded outside. Huai Yu finally sat up in bed in a daze, her eyes blank like a zombie’s. It took her a long time to react.

"Huh? Why is there a car horn again..."

Tracing this question back through her memory, the words of those two Defense Army soldiers from two or three days ago seemed to echo in her ears again—

"His belongings and points... in three days we will..."

A sudden jolt of realization hit her!

Huai Yu jumped up in a panic, spinning around the room in circles. "What do I do? What do I do? How am I supposed to explain to them that Zhou Qian is still alive, and why he’s still alive? What method did he use?"

And then there were all these scars on his body...

Zhou Qian also opened his eyes in a daze. The moment he woke up, he heard Huai Yu’s frantic muttering.

He silently pondered for a good while before finally grasping the situation. He tried to pull the corners of his mouth into a slight smile, but quickly dropped it as a sharp pain flared up. Keeping his lips as still as possible, he said, "It’s fine. If anyone asks, I’ll explain it clearly. Just tell them you don’t know."

As for the specifics of what to say, he couldn’t come up with a completely foolproof excuse on such short notice. Fortunately, whoever came probably wouldn’t have the clearance to interrogate him anyway, so he still had some time to think.

Zhou Qian silently relaxed and lifted his chin toward Huai Yu—hiss! Why did both sides of his neck hurt so much?!

"Go on out. Just simply tell them I’m not dead. The less you say, the better."

It was rare for him to use such a commanding tone. Huai Yu subconsciously obeyed, immediately jogging outside.

As the door swung wide open, the light from outside poured in. Zhou Qian couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. He glanced down at his arms resting on the edge of the bathtub and fell silent.

His palms, the backs of his hands, his wrists, upper arms, elbows... They were covered entirely in crisscrossing scars. Each cut was deep, slicing right through the flesh.

This was what Huai Yu called "a little bit"?

Meanwhile, Huai Yu was still wearing her crumpled clothes that looked like a wad of pickled vegetables. Her hair was a messy nest, and her face was pale with a sickly grayish hue. She looked utterly exhausted and weather-beaten.

So much so that the two Defense Army soldiers, who had been standing there with solemn expressions, couldn’t help but look at her with pity when they saw her. "You don’t need to be too sad..." ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

However, after saying just that one sentence, they straightened up and said seriously, "These are Captain Zhou’s belongings. May we ask if he has already been buri—"

"Oh," Huai Yu hurriedly interrupted them. "He’s not dead."

The two soldiers were stunned.

Seeing that they weren’t speaking, Huai Yu quickly added, "He came back to life. He’s alive again.

"But hold on a second. Let me figure out how to drag him out and return him to you."

The soldiers were thoroughly bewildered. What did she mean, "drag him out"? Return him? How were they supposed to take him back?

Before they could ask any further questions, Huai Yu—afraid she wouldn’t know how to answer—turned around and sprinted back into the small house in her slippers.

Now the problem was, how exactly was she going to drag Zhou Qian out?

"I’ll walk out myself?" Zhou Qian tentatively propped his hands on the edge of the bathtub and looked at Huai Yu.

"But you only have one leg now," Huai Yu pointed out mercilessly. "You aren’t used to it yet, are you?"

Oh.

Zhou Qian finally realized in hindsight that his leg had been amputated. Normally, an amputation would be a painful ordeal that could easily drive him into a deep depression. Yet, for some reason, after experiencing that agonizing, worse-than-death nerve pain and witnessing all the efforts Huai Yu had made to keep him alive, losing a leg suddenly didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore.

"I’ll try," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush, don’t rush!"

Huai Yu quickly stopped him. Turning around, she went to the wall and pushed over a field stretcher cart. The caster wheels underneath were large, round, and highly maneuverable. With just a slight push, it glided to a smooth stop right beside the bathtub.

Pointing at the bed on the cart, she said, "If you feel like you’re going to fall, just fall onto this bed! As long as you land on it, I’ll slowly help you adjust your position and then pull you outside."

Zhou Qian was speechless.

But no matter how much willpower he had, having just returned from the brink of death and gone two days without food or water, Zhou Qian genuinely lacked the strength. Not to mention the scars on his arms—every time he exerted force, it felt as though they were going to tear open.

He flailed pointlessly in the tub for a long time, ultimately failing to adapt to a life with only one leg as a fulcrum.

Instead, Huai Yu rolled up her sleeves. "This room doesn’t have a paved brick floor, so the water won’t drain outside. Otherwise, I could just tip the tub over and you could crawl out... That’s exactly how I got you in there in the first place," she added, sounding rather regretful.

Zhou Qian fell silent. Thinking about that scene, he reflexively tensed his arms, and a sharp pain instantly shot through his wounds.