In this Ming Dynasty where Shan Yu transmigrated, shuangers were a magical species between men and women. They were more capable than women but not as strong as men. Their fertility rate was lower than women, and they were much more delicate and good-looking than men.

Shan Yu always believed that shuanger was a man. As for why they had children… after thinking about it, the only possibility was that they were intersex people.

Shan Yu took a closer look through the crackling wood fire and found that Wan Qiu’s body was just like that of a normal man, nothing special.

So, if he was not an intersex person, why did he get pregnant and give birth to a child?

Shan Yu couldn’t figure it out and started to study it seriously.

Visually, the impression given by Wan Qiu was not only ugly but also thin.

His body was like shriveled and dehydrated old tree bark, with nothing to look at except wounds.

Shan Yu poked at Wan Qiu’s pale and flabby thigh flesh and found that this shuanger’s skin was actually quite white. If it hadn’t been for long-term malnutrition, his foundation would be pretty good.

Thinking about it, this poor child was only eighteen years old. He needed to be nursed back to health. Shan Yu didn’t know if he could do it.

Shan Yu took the prepared panax notoginseng paste and applied it to Wan Qiu. He carefully applied it from head to toe, not missing any part.

Wan Qiu’s face was red, he was ashamed, hurt, and a little scared, and he almost cried.

As a very conservative ancient person, even if he had sex with his husband, they had to close all the doors and windows, turn off the lights, and put down the bed curtains before… Although as a husband, Shan Yu had never respected and cherished him, he had never used a finger to… torture him so freely.

Wan Qiu felt that he had been humiliated and felt that he was doomed tonight. He said in a pleading voice: “Husband… please don’t… don’t…”

The child in his belly couldn’t stand the torment. If Shan Yu wanted to do something now, he couldn’t guarantee whether the child would survive.

Wan Qiu subconsciously moved the sticks in the pile of firewood, but Shan Yu, who was busy applying medicine, didn’t notice.

He was a straight man who was single until death and didn’t understand the ambiguous atmosphere at all. Shan Yu felt pity for Wan Qiu and had no evil thoughts at all. Seeing Wan Qiu’s tense expression, he just thought he was in pain and said like calming a child: “Be patient. You need some medicine. You’re injured like this, doesn’t it hurt? I feel hurt when I look at you…”

Wan Qiu replied in his heart, ‘Of course, it hurts, but I have already gotten used to it.’

There were so many injuries on his body, how could he know which part to hurt first? Hearing Shan Yu’s words of pity, he was stunned.

All his injuries and pains were all due to this person. If he felt bad, why would he have tortured someone like this? Now Shan Yu suddenly saying things like this, were he deliberately making Wan Qiu uncomfortable?

Wan Qiu felt extremely sour in his heart. He closed his eyes and loosened the stick in his hand. Shan Yu still thought he was in pain, so he applied the medicine more gently.

While he was complaining in his mind that the original owner had a bad taste and ruined a good person like this, he planned to go to the Deadly Forest again to see if there were any other good medicines.

No matter what, Shan Yu must heal Wan Qiu’s injuries and regulate Wan Qiu’s body and bones, otherwise he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

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When they were done, it was already late at night.

Shan Yu yawned sleepily, and he and Wan Qiu were tugging at a rag that was better than nothing. Just as he was dreaming, he heard a burst of crying coming from outside.

It vaguely sounded like someone had died in the village, probably more than one.