The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 392: Don’t move; I’m going to apply some medicine for you.

Chapter 392: Don’t move; I’m going to apply some medicine for you.

Cheng Ranran, left behind, was stunned by her swift action and after a long moment said, "Shushu, are you being shy?"

Ye Xiaohui’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she pulled her towards the cafeteria.

At the gate of Medical University.

As soon as Tang Shu stepped out, she was stopped by the security uncle in charge of guarding the gate.

"You are Tang Shu, right?"

"Yes, it’s me. What’s the matter, uncle?"

"Here, this young man must be here for you. Hurry up and take him away, he’s really affecting our school’s reputation."

The uncle, who was sitting and sunbathing, pointed to a gazebo behind him with a look of disgust.

Filled with doubt, Tang Shu took a few steps towards the gazebo and immediately spotted the pitiable figure huddled in a corner.

"...Xu Qianyun?"

Upon hearing her voice, the boy looked up, revealing a face mottled with purple and green bruises, his original handsomeness nowhere to be seen, replaced by swelling.

He had obviously been beaten up.

Tang Shu’s mouth twitched as she walked into the gazebo with her long legs and pulled him up.

"What happened, did you get into a fight?"

"Yes, the same guys as last time."

Last time referred to the group of hooligans who had assaulted him previously—the ones Tang Shu had saved him from.

"Why didn’t you go home, too ashamed?"

"Mm-hmm."

Xu Qianyun replied hoarsely, "Sister, you moved."

"Didn’t I send you the new address?"

"I’ve never been there before."

Tang Shu understood.

Ashamed from being beaten up, he didn’t want to go back to the Xu Family residence. He’d intended to go back to East Lake Community, but since she wasn’t there, he had come to the gate of Medical University to wait for her.

Tang Shu put on a mask and pulled him into Yang Tiantian’s Volkswagen.

The driver gasped at the sight of Xu Qianyun’s bruised face, asked no questions, and directly drove towards Palm Pavilion, albeit at a much faster speed than usual.

Su Xiaochi, sitting in the passenger seat, curiously observed Xu Qianyun through the windshield for a while before raising an eyebrow to ask.

"Did you get beaten up?"

Xu Qianyun didn’t speak.

Wasn’t it obvious?

Not minding his silence, Su Xiaochi turned her head to look at the other person in the back seat, "Is he your brother?"

"Yes."

"Impressive!"

Xu Qianyun: "..."

"For a boy, not knowing how to fight is not okay."

"???"

"Of course, being unable to take a hit is even more embarrassing."

"!!"

Now Xu Qianyun could no longer remain silent. He was still here, and this person spoke without any regard for his feelings!

"Who are you?"

The way she spoke was so sharp, every sentence like a dagger to the heart.

Resting her head on her left hand, Su Xiaochi turned back to look at him, "Who I am is not important, what’s important is that you can’t beat me up."

Xu Qianyun was choked up again, glaring at her with fierce eyes, huffing and puffing with anger.

Tang Shu glanced at Su Xiaochi, "Stop teasing him."

"But she’s right, you can’t beat her."

Su Xiaochi was a master, and if Tang Shu didn’t possess inner strength, she probably couldn’t hold her own against her. The combat skills of this era were truly formidable.

Xu Qianyun was taken aback and then his face turned sour.

"Sister!"

Are you really my sister? You shouldn’t be undermining me like this.

Tang Shu ignored him, took out a small white porcelain bottle from her backpack, "Don’t move, I’ll apply some medicine to you."

"What’s this? It smells pretty good."

As soon as the bottle cap was opened, a fresh, medicinal fragrance filled the car, not pungent at all but quite pleasant.

"It reduces swelling."

Tang Shu dabbed a bit of the ointment with her hands and applied it to Xu Qianyun’s face.

He immediately felt a cool sensation on the beaten areas, and as Tang Shu smeared it on, it was slightly painful but very comforting.