Chapter 73: 73: Return to the Mountains (Part 1)_1
Shoulders, abdon, legs, and other various scars—all had been ticulously treated by Dong Huiying. The massive wound on his abdon had been sutured with needle and thread, and the fractured shoulder bone had several screws implanted, which would need to be removed after the bone healed.
It was only at this mont that Dong Huiying belatedly realized sothing.
Shujun’s body...
Besides his face, neck, and hands, nearly every part of his body was marred, covered with scars.
These scars were mostly inflicted within the past year, resembling horrifying and ugly centipedes crawling over his fair and seemingly delicate skin, enough to make one’s skin crawl.
He was like a rag doll that had been shattered and patched back together countless tis, his body full of those jagged marks. Yet usually, he maintained a frivolous deanor, deliberately displaying the deanor of a libertine, and only when he shed his clothes could one understand the severe and cruel wounds he had endured in places unseen by others.
"These..." She trembled, knowing that these scars had almost all been inflicted by Dong Dabao.
Dong Huiying’s figure swayed, and Yixuan quickly steadied her shoulders.
She pressed her temples, "I’m fine," she weakly closed her eyes, her head a bit dizzy, "I’m just... too tired."
She managed a forced, weak smile and then straightened up.
That day, she had suffered ninety heavy cudgel strikes, naively believing that it could be the end of her past. But only upon facing Shujun’s body did she understand that the debt was not yet settled, that it could never be settled, nor could it be severed!
As long she remained in that body, there were certain things she had to shoulder for her entire life!!
Regaining her composure, she rushed to the basin, scooped up water, and fiercely washed her face twice, scrubbing her dark face until it was almost red.
It took a while before she recovered.
Feeling calm now, she looked at Yixuan, "Take off your clothes."
"I..." Yixuan paused briefly, then lowered his eyes and loosened his belt.
Shujun wasn’t the only one injured, it was just that his injuries were the most severe, so Dong Huiying had been preoccupied with saving his life.
Now, having tended to Shujun, Dong Huiying also rembered Yixuan.
He had been enduring silently. While everyone was fussing over Shujun, his wounds were surely painful as well, yet he kept silent.
At this mont, as he removed his upper garnt, the flesh near his wound stuck to his clothing. He furrowed his brows slightly, clearly in pain, but stubbornly held back any sound.
Dong Huiying located Yixuan’s pain acupoint, and thereafter everything beca simple.
Yixuan had a wound on his back. Although it looked terrifying, it was a lot less severe compared to Shujun’s.
Dong Huiying was unwavering in her focus.
After attending to Yixuan’s wounds, she called Haoming over and helped him redress the wound he got from falling off a cliff.
The brothers were unusually silent. They did what they could, such as changing water, cleaning the room, washing surgical tools, and so on.
Finally, Dong Huiying left a room full of injured and sick n, wandering out of the room in a daze.
By now it was midnight, and the cool breeze of a spring night brushed past.
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind.
As she turned, she saw Zhi Chen gazing intently at her with his profound dark eyes.
Dong Huiying blankly looked at him, "Is there sothing wrong?"
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