The center of Sin City.
It was also a relatively quiet part of the chaotic city.
An ordinary mud house.
The young Yu Sheng pushed open the door and walked inside.
Soon, he frowned slightly.
Blood stained the floor.
The girl leaned against the bed, gauze wrapped around her chest. Her face was somewhat pale, and she had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
The moment she heard the door open, her eyes snapped open.
She rolled off the bed.
A crossbow aimed at the doorway.
Only after realizing it was Yu Sheng did she slowly lower the crossbow, though she still gripped it.
She struggled back onto the bed and closed her eyes again.
Her breathing was heavy.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
Yu Sheng walked to the bedside.
"May I touch your forehead?"
Yu Sheng asked earnestly.
Weakly, the girl managed a nod.
Yu Sheng extended two fingers and gently rested their backs against her forehead.
His expression grew a little graver.
In Sin City, a fever...
Could kill.
Especially since gauze was still wrapped around her shoulder, making it clear she had been injured.
He turned, pushed open the door, and left.
"I need medicine."
"Fine, but you have to guarantee I get out of the city this year."
"Mm."
"I'll sell the information that she's sick."
"Mm."
After their brief exchange, the figure in the darkness turned and left. A short while later, he returned with a box of fever-reducing, anti-inflammatory medicine, the most ordinary kind outside Sin City, and handed it to Yu Sheng.
He returned to the house.
He gave the girl the medicine.
Yu Sheng sat by the doorway, gently wiping down the crossbow and dagger.
He waited quietly.
Just as she had guarded his door when he fell ill a year