"It's me," Mu Jinyu nodded in acknowledgement.
Wen Rou's mouth dropped slightly open in surprise and delight as she looked at Mu Jinyu.
She knew that Mu Jinyu wouldn't deceive her, and since he possessed such impressive medical skills, it made sense that he had made some friends in recent days who could easily advocate on his behalf and ensure Chen Ping received the punishment she deserved.
It also wasn't impossible that he had saved a friend's life and been gifted a company in return.
Seeing the astonished look on Wen Rou's face, Mu Jinyu said apologetically, "You're not blaming me for not completely curing you earlier and causing you to appear so ugly in front of everyone, are you?"
Wen Rou looked down at the bandages and bruises covering her body, smiled, and shook her head, "Not at all. You managed to keep me safe despite the beating, and it's just slight external damage — that's not a problem at all. I should be thanking you. Otherwise, I would have had to spend money and stay in the hospital, and wait for a slow recovery. How could I blame you?"
After a moment, Wen Rou thought a bit more and added, "Besides, you did it to ensure the perpetrator could be brought to justice."
Upon hearing this, Mu Jinyu's expression relaxed much more, and he smiled, "Yes, I'm glad you understand. I was worried you'd resent me for not completely healing your appearance as well."
The two of them chatted and soon arrived at the entrance of their residential complex. Mu Jinyu paid and got out of the car, then turned to Wen Rou and offered his hand, "You're still injured, and there are many pebbles inside the complex. Be careful not to trip, give me your hand."
Wen Rou smiled and reached out her small hand to him.
Mu Jinyu took Wen Rou's soft and boneless hand, feeling great, and they slowly walked into the complex together.
Inside the complex, some old men who were exercising or playing chess saw them and showed warm smiles, nodding at them.
Mu Jinyu and Wen Rou nodded back in greeting, then walked to their building entrance and pressed the elevator button.
Soon, the elevator arrived. It was empty, so Mu Jinyu pulled Wen Rou inside, pressed their floor number, and then they both leaned against the wall.
Wen Rou looked sideways at her hand still held by Mu Jinyu's and then at him, but she didn't say anything.
Mu Jinyu pretended not to notice Wen Rou's look, after all, his initial excuse was the pebbles outside, fearing she might trip, which was why he was holding her hand.
But now, as they were both in the elevator and almost at their doorstep, he seemed to have no reason to keep holding her hand.
Yet, he really didn't want to let go of Wen Rou's hand and naturally had to pretend not to see her gaze.
Seeing this, Wen Rou smiled gently and didn't say anything.
"Ding."
The elevator reached their floor, and the doors opened.
Mu Jinyu, still holding Wen Rou's hand, said, "Let's go."
"Ok," Wen Rou responded, and they walked out of the elevator hand in hand, then went to the door of their apartment.
Only then did Mu Jinyu reluctantly let go of Wen Rou's hand, started searching for the key, and opened the door, too shy to take her hand again, he simply said, "Let's go, we're finally home."
Once home, Mu Jinyu said to Wen Rou, "Wen Rou, come to my room, and I'll completely heal your injuries."
"Okay," Wen Rou had no objections, walked over, opened the door to Mu Jinyu's room, and stepped inside first.
Mu Jinyu went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then came back to the room, took out the Silver Needle, asked Wen Rou to sit on the bed without moving, and began to administer the needles.
As Mu Jinyu's Silver Needle penetrated her clothes and began working on Wen Rou's body, she felt a warm current flowing within her, rushing towards the injuries all over her body.
Then, Wen Rou felt the bandaged wound on her forehead start to tingle and itch lightly.
This sensation did not last too long, around ten seconds or so, before Wen Rou felt no more discomfort on her forehead.
And the bruises on her exposed pale arms also visibly shifted from blue to white at a speed observable by the naked eye.
It was as if a stain on a piece of white paper had been erased.
Wen Rou watched as the bruises on her arm disappeared, as though she had never been injured, her eyes widening and mouth slightly agape, enough to fit an egg.
"It's done," Mu Jinyu said from behind her as he put away the needles, addressing Wen Rou.
"Hmm? It's done?" Wen Rou said, feeling like, apart from the bruises on her arm vanishing, there wasn't much else that had altered. She couldn't help but turn to look at Mu Jinyu.
Mu Jinyu rubbed his temples to relieve some of his fatigue, and with a smile, said, "You can take off the bandage now, then go look in the mirror."
Upon hearing this, Wen Rou hesitated slightly, not moving immediately.
After all, the bandages around her had cost several hundred yuan. If her injuries weren't healed, it would mean wasting money.
However, considering the disappearance of the bruises, Wen Rou felt she should trust Mu Jinyu. She gritted her teeth and began to remove the bandages from her head and body.
She saw that the scrapes on her arm had also disappeared. Relieved, she said to Mu Jinyu, "I'm going to look in the mirror."
"Yes, go ahead," Mu Jinyu said with a slightly tired smile.
He had had a long half day as well. Starting early in the morning, he had gone to frustrate Trotsky at the western restaurant, then to the bank to deposit money, followed by treating Xu Tianzheng for his progressive disease. As he was preparing to eat, he discovered Wen Rou was bullied. Then there were the fights, the trips back and forth between the hospital and the police station—all of which had worn him out.
Adding to his fatigue, he had not rested well the previous day. Now, having finished administering the acupuncture to Wen Rou, he felt sleepy.
Realizing that Mu Jinyu seemed significantly fatigued, and knowing he had gone through so much for her, Wen Rou offered a sorry smile and carefully left the room.
Wen Rou first went to the bathroom and carefully observed her forehead in the mirror, finding that the ghastly wound had disappeared, leaving her forehead as smooth as a mirror without a trace of a scar. She felt both shock and elation.
"Little Mu..." Wen Rou whispered softly, her heart filled with joy and gratitude towards him.
Then, she undressed and turned to look at her lower back and other areas, finding that those injuries had disappeared as well.
"Phew..."
Wen Rou exhaled in relief, dressed again, and stepped out of the bathroom. After hesitating, she peeked into Mu Jinyu's room.
Mu Jinyu was lying on the bed, eyes open, massaging his temples as if he had a headache.
Wen Rou hesitated for a moment, then walked in, knelt beside Mu Jinyu, and gently began to massage his temples with her small hands.
Mu Jinyu turned his gaze towards her, about to speak.
But Wen Rou placed a finger, slender as spring onion, against his lips and softly said, "Just lie down. I'll massage you; it might help you sleep better."
Mu Jinyu smiled at her and silently closed his eyes, quietly enjoying Wen Rou's gentle massage, his consciousness gradually fading.