Chapter 2

Previously, Xiaoming's name was often mocked by his friends because it sounded like Song Qingshu's, and he even earned the nickname "King of the Spare Tire." At the time, he was full of confidence and just laughed it off, never imagining that he might really become that tragic spare tire, Song Qingshu.

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

Song Qingshu was now eighty percent sure that he was in the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." No one would go to such lengths to set up these scenes just to trick him, especially since he clearly remembered that he had already died.

From their conversation, it seemed that this was the time of the Shaolin Lion Slaying Assembly, where Song Qingshu was severely injured, and the woman in green was naturally his nominal wife, Zhou Zhiruo.

Song Qingshu subconsciously pretended to remain unconscious. In the original story, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo's marriage was in name only, and Zhou Zhiruo had little affection for Song Qingshu. Moreover, after the various TV adaptations, Song Qingshu was well aware of Zhou Zhiruo's cunning and ruthlessness. If she found out that the real Song Qingshu had been replaced by him, she would undoubtedly use the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to send him to the afterlife without hesitation.

Song Qingshu had already died once and did not want to experience that again. At this moment, Zhang Wujie walked in, saying, "How is Brother Song's injury? Let me take a look."

Zhou Zhiruo didn't turn around when she saw him enter; she just said coldly, "His bones are shattered, and his injuries are severe. He probably won't survive, and it's uncertain if he can make it through the night."

Song Qingshu listened with a bitter smile: "This girl really has no heart. The original owner of this body is at least her nominal husband, and now that his life is in danger, she doesn't care at all. Does she want to become a beautiful widow and throw herself into Zhang Wujie's arms after his death?"

Zhang Wujie said, "I know my medical skills are good, and I am willing to do my best to treat him."

His words gave Song Qingshu hope. Zhang Wujie was a true disciple of the medical sage from Digu Valley. With his treatment, his life would be saved.

Zhou Zhiruo asked, "Why do you want to save him?"

Song Qingshu was stunned, feeling sorry for the original owner of this body: "It seems you're not doing well. Your wife is hoping you die soon."

Zhang Wujie was taken aback and said, "I feel deeply guilty for what I did to you. Moreover, you spared my life today. I should do my best to treat Brother Song."

Zhou Zhiruo said softly, "I know you held back. If you can save Brother Song, how will you want me to repay you?"

This situation was wrong. It felt like a couple confessing their love to each other. "How will you repay me?" A woman asking a man this way with such resentment, if the man asked her to repay him with her body, Song Qingshu could almost see a green light on the original owner's forehead. Although Zhou Zhiruo wasn't his wife, he still felt a sense of empathy.

Zhang Wujie said, "A life for a life. Please spare my godfather."

Zhang Wujie's words made Song Qingshu sigh with relief. Fortunately, he was indecisive in matters of the heart. If he had a personality like Wei Xiaobao, he might have taken advantage of the situation, and Zhou Zhiruo would have thrown herself into his arms.

Zhou Zhiruo pointed to the inner chamber and said coolly, "He's inside."

Zhang Wujie came to the bedside, examined Song Qingshu's injuries, and said, "Madam Song, I cannot guarantee whether I can save Brother Song's life, but can I try?"

When Zhang Wujie called her "Madam Song," Song Qingshu found him more likable. "If you heal me, I won't mind your flirtatious looks with Zhou Zhiruo." Song Qingshu thought to himself. Indeed, the original Song Qingshu had reasons to hate Zhang Wujie, but he had only inherited Song Qingshu's body, not his hatred. The discomfort he felt earlier was entirely due to Zhou Zhiruo being a well-known beauty in the martial arts world, and Song Qingshu's possessive nature as a man.

Reflecting on it now, the woman who thought Song Qingshu had a bad character wasn't entirely wrong. In this society, unless you are a rich second generation or a mediocre person, if you strive, you will be assimilated by the big melting pot of society.

There are no good or bad people in the world. The misfortune of bad people is that most people see their bad side, while good people, whether intentionally or unintentionally, show everyone their good side.

Song Qingshu was the tragic former, his dark side fully exposed to his rival, making him the bad guy. His rival's dark side was never seen by the woman, so even if he was killed by his rival, the woman still thought his rival was a gentleman.

While Song Qingshu was deep in thought, Zhang Wujie had already started setting his bones. Song Qingshu was in excruciating pain but, not knowing the situation in this new world, he only dared to pretend to mumble in his sleep and not cry out in pain.

Zhang Wujie realigned his shattered bones, applied the Black Jade Continuity Ointment, and used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to infuse the medicine into Song Qingshu's broken bones. After a while, he sighed with relief and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Brother Song's life is no longer in danger, but... but..."

Zhou Zhiruo's face showed no joy as she asked coolly, "Speak freely."

"But Brother Song's meridians are completely severed, and he will likely never be able to practice martial arts again." Zhang Wujie's words were like a bolt of lightning, and Song Qingshu was stunned. In the martial arts world, becoming a cripple meant everything.

"You don't need to feel guilty. Saving his life is already a great feat," Zhou Zhiruo said in her indifferent tone. Song Qingshu felt strange, as if they were the couple and he was just an outsider. Well, he was indeed an outsider.

Then, Zhang Wujie expressed his concern that Zhou Zhiruo might not be able to defeat the Three Elders of Shaolin and very tactfully mentioned the power of the Vajra Demon Circle, hoping to work together to break it.

Zhou Zhiruo firmly refused, "We once had a marriage agreement. My husband is now on the brink of death, and I didn't kill you today. Others will surely say I still have feelings for you. If I ask for your help again, all the heroes will call me shameless and fickle."

Zhang Wujie said urgently, "We only need to be true to our hearts. Why should we care about what others say?"

"What if I feel guilty?" Zhou Zhiruo's counter-question filled the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and mourned the original owner of this body deeply: "This blatant seduction is like a reborn Pan Jinlian and Yan Boxi. Oh, poor Brother Qingshu, what did you do in your past life to not only have your body taken over by me but also lose your wife like this?"

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