Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 3

The man was slightly out of breath. After entering, he subconsciously moved more gently, closed the door, and kept out the biting cold wind.

He walked towards Nalan Jingwen's direction, towards the place where the straw mats were placed. When he got there, he seemed to sense something was wrong, and a slight look of doubt appeared on his face. He squatted down and carefully reached out his hand, but when he touched nothing, the doubt on his face turned into seriousness. He suddenly stood up, turned around, and walked outside.

Nalan Jingwen's eyes darkened slightly. This man...

That tentative reach just now was clearly an attempt to touch her, to see if she was there...

He can't see it!!

Just as the man was about to reach the door, Nalan Jingwen suddenly spoke up.

"I'm here."

Her throat was extremely dry, and it was unclear how long she had been unconscious. She hadn't spoken for a long time, and her voice was unusually hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out of her throat.

The man paused, stopped, turned around, and slowly walked towards her, following the direction of her voice.

"you're awake?"

The voice was clear and pleasant, just as I had imagined.

He knelt down beside Nalan Jingwen, tentatively reaching out to touch her face. Then, as he moved downwards and touched her exposed body, he abruptly withdrew his hand. In the dark night, his face was noticeably flushed.

But soon, he reached under her again, picked her up horizontally, carried her back to where she had been lying, and then groped to put the cloak back over her.

Only after he finished doing this did he speak.

"Why are you moving around like that? What if you aggravate your wound?"

He spoke with a slight annoyance, his brow furrowed.

"It's freezing cold today. You're not wearing any clothes and you're injured. Even a little cold could kill you."

Nalan Jing was slightly distracted by the scent emanating from him, but came back to her senses when she heard his seemingly reprimanding words.

He opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, I was just too thirsty."

The man was taken aback, then apologized somewhat embarrassed.

"Sorry, I forgot to save you some water."

He had thought he would be back before she woke up, but she woke up earlier than expected.

He took out his water pouch, opened it, and let Nalan Jingwen lean against him. He carefully fed her water, his movements gentle, as if afraid of aggravating her wounds.

She was so thirsty that her throat felt like it was on fire. She drank the water in big gulps as soon as she touched it, finding it delicious, even more so than nectar.

Sensing the eagerness of the person in his arms to drink water, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, revealing a gentle smile.

"Slow down, be careful not to choke."

Nalan Jingwen quickly finished the entire bag of water, and the man asked gently, "Would you like more?"

Nalan Jingwen subconsciously shook his head, but remembering that he was blind, he politely thanked him, "No need, thank you."

The man nodded, carefully put her down, stood up, and took out a pile of discarded wood from somewhere. He then took out a tinderbox from his pocket, lit the wood, and soon the original darkness was replaced by the warm firelight, no longer terrifying.

Then, without any mistakes, he took a jar from the basket he had just placed aside, put it on the fire, took out a small bag of cloth, opened it, and found that it contained some white rice. He poured it into the jar, added water, and it seemed that he wanted to make porridge.

Nalan Jingwen watched his movements with an inscrutable expression. Even though he couldn't see, his movements were still as fluid as flowing water, making him look no different from a normal person than a blind man.

If it weren't for his action just now, I probably wouldn't have noticed. If he wasn't faking it, then it means that apart from his vision, all his other senses are different from ordinary people.

Indeed, when a person is blind, they can only train themselves in other areas to maintain a normal life.

She watched as he took out some herbs from his basket and began grinding them. Every movement was so pleasing to the eye, and his demeanor was refined and elegant.

If he has been blind since childhood but still maintains this otherworldly temperament, it shows that his intelligence far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Nalan Jingwen stared at him, and he was sure he could sense her gaze, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He remained unhurried, his expression like a slowly flowing stream, his movements gentle and delicate.

Soon the herbs were ground into powder. He seemed to have thought of something, and with a tearing sound, he tore off a clean piece of fabric from the hem of his clothes, wet it with water, and then placed it by the fire to warm it up. Then he walked towards Nalan Jingwen.

He knelt down to take her pulse and then said.

"Offended."

He then began to gently wipe away the remaining herbs from her wound.

Nalan Jingwen watched his actions without saying a word, which was considered tacit approval. This was a matriarchal country, and there were no rules for women. Even if someone saw her body, it wasn't a big deal.

Even though she comes from the modern era, she feels no shame about exposing her body. To her, it's just a body; let people see it, it won't hurt her. Others' opinions and views have no effect on her. Power and wealth are the only things that matter, and she is at the top of the food chain.

Moreover, in the eyes of a doctor, even if they could see her, she would probably look no different from pork.

The man's movements were gentle and extremely careful, as if he were afraid of hurting her, as if he knew every wound on her body well, and his movements were extremely precise.

Nalan Jingwen couldn't help but look into those eyes. They were unfocused yet exceptionally beautiful, just like him. If they could regain their brilliance, how dazzling they would be.

She asked, "Were you born blind?"

The man's hand paused slightly, then quickly returned to normal. It was only a momentary thing, but Nalan Jingwen keenly noticed it.

She couldn't help but blame herself for speaking without thinking. Even for ordinary people, blindness is incredibly painful, let alone for a doctor. She really shouldn't have reopened someone's wounds.

The man didn't seem angry or disappointed; he just smiled gently, as tender as a breeze.

"Yes, I've been blind since birth."

He didn't complain or give up on himself; he simply accepted it calmly and spoke of it casually, as if it were a trivial matter to him.

"Feel sorry."

The man shook his head and chuckled softly.

"It doesn't matter. I thought I looked no different from an ordinary person, but you were able to tell at a glance that I was blind."

Nalan Jing frowned upon hearing this, opened her mouth as if to say something, but fell silent when she met his beautiful eyes, and finally said, "You are very capable."

The man's smile grew even gentler, and he exuded a soft aura. He understood the meaning behind her words.

He is very capable; he can function like an ordinary person despite being blind, and even became a doctor.

Although I don't know how he learned medicine, he must have had a specific method.