Number One Ugly Husband

52. How Could He Save People

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

The men looking at Bao Ye were Tang Kaiji and Pu He. They were here to tackle with certain stuff, but only to find the game of the gods were still on. Stuck in the Northern District, they hadn’t get out of the shelter until the gale ceased and Bao Ye started to helping the injured.

“Is that ugly slave?” Pu He said in astonishment, “How could he be here? Is he fixing the broken leg of the slave? My goodness, the blue moon must around the corner.”

Tang Kaiji snorted coldly, “He must know that male slave so he saved him.”

Bound up the man’s leg, Bao Ye carried him up and put him aside, then went to a wounded woman in a short distance from them.

The female slave’s right leg was cut by sharp objects with several wounds. Each wound was about half a meter long, and the wounds were extremely deep, with cocked skin and flesh.

Bao Ye took out a bottle of potion and handed it to the female slave: “Apply this medicine to your wound, you will get well soon.”

The female slave cried and thanked Bao Ye. She opened the bottle and applied the medicine to her wounds. The pain was immediately relieved, and the flesh and blood shrank back.

She looked at Bao Ye with surprise, “This medicine, this…”

“You can keep it.” Bao Ye stood up and went to help others.

Pu He was much more astonished, “He gave his medicine to other people? Such precious medicine?”

In his impression, the ugly slave was an extreme selfish and cold jerk, who never gave out his stuff as long as he got hold of it. He never saved anyone, even the people he knew couldn’t get his help. He only cared for himself.

Tang Kaiji was also stunned. “May be the medicine was the reward for betraying someone.” He paused for a while and replied coldly.

Pu He saw him saving one and another slave continuously and said, “He seems to know some medical skills.”

He had heard that the ugly slave diagnosed old slaves and saved Boss Ji in the Northern District and deemed these as nonsense. But they seemed to be real.

Seeing the slaves saying thank you to Bao Ye with gratitude, Tang Kaiji was pissed off, “If he really knew any medical skills, why did he never save the people in our team? He got no good intention from the very beginning.”

At this moment, a huge truck hauled in front of Bao Ye.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan jumping off the front passenger seat, Bao Ye lowered his head and continued his work.

“Mr.Jin,” Zhou Xiaochuan ran to Bao Ye merrily, “What are you doing here? Are you here to find…”

He stopped the words immediately.

Bao Ye bound up the wounds of the injured and walked aside, “In the future, you can skip women and kids under 18.”

“Got it.” Zhou Xiaochuan looked around at the injured treated by Bao Ye and asked, “Mr. Jin, are you saving them? My boss told me to help the slaves but we don’t have medical skills. Could you please instruct us?”

Bao Ye nodded.

Zhou Xiaochuan turned around happily and asked the people on the truck to get off, “You guys, listen to the instruction from Mr. Jin, do what he tells you to. Are you clear?”

“Clear!” The top slaves in the Northern District responded.

Bao Ye sent all the potions in his belt bag to the top slaves. He asked them to apply the medicine on the injured, to find small piece of wood board and rags to bind up the slaves’ broken limbs, then assigned them to send the treated slaves into the building.

His expert medical skills, methodical arrangement, and the abeyance of Boss Ji’s subordinates shocked Tang Kaiji and Pu He, who were still observing Bao Ye.

Was him the ugly slave they knew?