Without hesitation, she picked up the scissors and swiftly cut away the obstructive and unsightly fabric.
The clothes were stuck to the rotting flesh. Afraid that pulling the fabric away would hurt Nan Gong Yehen, Chu Lingzhi moved with extreme caution. Every time she saw a wound exposed, her heart sank a little deeper.
Once the clothes were removed, the severe wounds on his back became starkly visible.
Flesh split open, blood and tissue blurred together, and bones could even be seen...
Seeing this, Chu Lingzhi's heart clenched painfully, and tears nearly spilled from her eyes.
Mo Chen and Nan Gong Yichen gasped sharply at the sight of such injuries.
Nan Gong Yichen clenched both fists tightly, his face taut as if suppressing something.
Chu Junyu entered carrying a basin of hot water. When he saw the wounds on Nan Gong Yehen's back, his hands trembled, nearly sloshing the water out of the basin.
His entire back was bloody, the gaping flesh still oozing fresh blood.
And those faintly visible bones sent chills down one's spine, stirring a deep unease.
Even a surgeon accustomed to wielding scalpels would feel a shiver at such injuries.
Chu Lingzhi's heart quivered, but she knew her hands must not shake.
If she didn't stop the bleeding soon, even if the wounds weren't life-threatening, Nan Gong Yehen would die from excessive blood loss.
She took out two bottles of special hemostatic powder and sprinkled it directly onto the wounds.
The bleeding wounds were completely covered by the powder.
The white hemostatic powder turned red the moment it touched the wounds.
A thick, coppery smell of blood filled the air.
Chu Junyu and Nan Gong Yichen assisted Chu Lingzhi, working together in a tense rescue effort...
Over two hours passed, and the sky outside had turned pale before Chu Lingzhi finally emerged.
She didn't relax; next, she had to treat the wounds of Huo Luan and Mo Chen.
Mo Chen's injuries were the lightest among the three.
Huo Luan was wounded on his thigh and back, but not as severely as Nan Gong Yehen.
After tending to all their wounds one by one, Chu Lingzhi learned from Mo Chen that
they had gone to K City indeed for the Suspended Pearl.
They hadn't obtained the Suspended Pearl but had gotten injured instead...
After a night of work, Chu Lingzhi was utterly exhausted.
The traces of Nan Gong Yehen's injuries had been cleaned up by the bodyguards before dawn.
Mo Chen, whose injuries were minor, had also left the estate, so aside from the loyal bodyguards, no servants knew their master was gravely wounded.
Chu Lingzhi personally cooked noodles, and Chu Junyu and Nan Gong Yichen ate with her.
After finishing a bowl of noodles, Chu Lingzhi's mood didn't lighten.
She went to Nan Gong Yehen's bedside and looked at him in his slumber. His pale face made him seem like a fragile little boy, truly heartbreaking.
No matter how strong or supreme a man is, he can still be injured or fall ill.
Even Nan Gong Yehen, who appeared godlike and lofty to outsiders, was no exception.
When she was treating his wounds, her hands were covered in his blood, and she saw the shocking bones.
At that moment, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, her eyes reddening.
Now, standing here quietly watching him, the tears she had held back for so long finally spilled over.
She felt for him, truly felt for him.
Seeing a stranger so badly injured would stir pity, let alone him.
"Mommy, are you crying?" Chu Junyu walked in and saw her glistening tears, asking with concern.
Both Nan Gong Yehen's injuries and Chu Lingzhi's tears pained him.
Caught red-handed, Chu Lingzhi would seem dishonest if she denied it.