Seeing that Liu Zhiyi's expression was getting uglier and uglier, Song Hanchuan's eyes flashed with anxiety. Just as he opened his mouth to explain, he was glared back by Liu Zhiyi.

Helpless, she could only purse her lips and dared not say a word.

Without saying anything, Liu Zhiyi tried to pull the leather belt around his waist, but Song Hanchuan held her hand.

"Let me do it."

"good."

Liu Zhiyi had no objection either.

However, only after the shirt was actually taken off did Liu Zhiyi truly understand how serious the injury was.

There was a wound on his back so deep that the bone was visible, running from his shoulder to his waist.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out, the wounds were rotting and festering, and as the clothes were taken off, a pungent and unpleasant smell instantly filled the air.

In addition to this most serious wound, there are countless other wounds of varying sizes around it, all very serious, but not as scary as this one.

Liu Zhiyi's eyes instantly turned red.

She held back her tears and lifted the corner of his robe, intending to pull off his underwear.

But he found that the originally pure white panties were now covered with bloodstains.

The blood had dried, its color red with a hint of black, and clung to his two slender legs. From thigh to ankle, it was clear that Qingyun was not lying.

These legs were already bloody.

“Tick-tock—”

The crystal tears could not be held back after all, and like pearls that had broken off the string, they rolled down one after another and dripped onto the back of Song Hanchuan's hand that was placed on his knees.

Scalding, burning hot.

It made his heart skip a beat.

He raised his hand helplessly to help her wipe away her tears, but no matter how hard he tried, the tears always fell away again and could not be wiped away completely.

The man pulled her into his arms, rubbed his chin against her soft hair, and sighed hoarsely.

"Don't cry, your crying makes my heart melt."

"Be good, it's all my fault. I didn't protect myself and made Qingqing sad. I swear, this won't happen again, okay?"

Liu Zhiyi cried out "Wow" and threw herself into his arms, crying uncontrollably.

But soon, she stopped crying and hurried to the cave entrance to ask, "Qingyun, do you have any medicine powder on you?"

The person at the cave entrance breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought, this ancestor finally remembered this. So, I quickly replied,

"I have it. The medicine box is right here in my hand."

"What? The medicine box is in your hand, and you're still taking so long? Why don't you bring it in quickly?"

Liu Zhiyi's chest heaved slightly with anger, and he stared angrily at the cave entrance with wide eyes.

Qingyun: ...

Without your permission, would he dare to rush in and disturb your world of two?

Qingyun curled his lips and dared not delay any longer. He quickly lowered his head and entered the cave. He placed the medicine box in front of the two of them and quietly retreated.

Liu Zhiyi sat up straight and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. Her eyes, washed by water, instantly became extremely bright and firm.

First, he found the hemostatic powder and clean gauze from the medicine box, and then took out a small scalpel.

He roasted the blade on the fire for a long time before walking around behind Song Hanchuan and whispered,

"The wound is severely infected. It's an emergency. I have to help you clean the rotten flesh, apply medicine and bandage it. But I don't have Mafo Powder right now, so it might be painful, but I'll try to be gentle."

Song Hanchuan shook his head.

Slightly tilting his head, he whispered in a clear voice,

"No problem, just handle it."

Liu Zhiyi took a deep breath, stared at the hideous wound with a firm gaze, slowly tightened the handle of the knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and began to scrape the rotten flesh.

Time passes by every second.

Except for the moment when the knife was just cut, the muscles on Song Hanchuan's back tensed up, and then there was no movement.

Until Liu Zhiyi had treated all the wounds on his entire back, sewed the necessary stitches, cleaned the remaining wounds, sprinkled them with medicine powder, and bandaged them with gauze.

He didn't say a word.

If it weren't for the large beads of sweat on his forehead, Liu Zhiyi would have thought he didn't feel any pain.

Next, it’s time to deal with the leg injury.

In order to avoid pulling his wound as much as possible, Liu Zhiyi had to use scissors to cut off all the unattached parts.

After cutting, lightly sprinkle medicated wine on the place where the cloth is stuck. After the cloth is soaked, slowly peel it off, then clean the wound, apply medicine, and bandage it.

After this series of busy activities, the sky in the east was already turning pale.

Song Hanchuan's legs were also wrapped like mummies.

Suddenly, Liu Zhiyi thought of something and reached out to touch Song Hanchuan's waist.

But before he could move, someone held the back of his hand firmly. A hoarse voice came from above his head.

"Xiaoyi, don't..."

Liu Zhiyi paused, then looked up, meeting the man's sparkling gaze. Upon closer inspection, he could see a slight blush on his cheeks. He glared at him unhappily and said, "What are you thinking? I'm not a beast. I just wanted to see if you... ahem, were you hurt."

He lowered his head and muttered softly,

"I'm just worried that you might be too cautious and avoid seeing a doctor."

The man chuckled softly twice, gently pulled Liu Zhiyi's hand and placed it together.

With a trembling voice and a hint of grievance,

"Qingqing, your heart is as calm as water, have you ever thought that perhaps I am the beast?"

"Your soft hands have been wandering over me all night, haven't you noticed the changes in 'him'?"

Even if all your attention is on the wound, you should at least notice that his whole body is so hot that it's almost burning, right?

Liu Zhiyi was dumbfounded.

When Liu Zhiyi came into contact with the abnormal temperature, something suddenly exploded in her mind, and she felt a chaos that made her unable to think.

His lips trembled as he stammered,

“You…you…”

This is... yes, it is just what she thought, he... he is really fine.

"When did it happen?"

The man hugged her in his arms, wishing she could merge into his bones and blood.

He suppressed a sigh, his tone filled with obvious joy, "Remember the day you went to the jade mine? Originally, I wanted to go with you, but I received a summons from the palace at the last minute, so I went to the palace."

"That day, for some unknown reason, the Emperor suddenly showed kindness and gave me all the antidotes. He also told me that if I took them all at once, the poison would be completely eliminated in less than a month."

"It wasn't originally this fast, but ever since I returned to Beijing, you've been giving me acupuncture and prescribing medicine to recuperate me. I've almost fully recovered."

"So, just now, as soon as I took the antidote, I felt a warm current flowing through my blocked meridians. My previously cold limbs also warmed up, and I felt refreshed."

"I knew then that the poison had been removed. I wanted to tell you the good news, but who knew..."