Zhang smiled and looked at Yu Qizhe with some pity, "Why should we thank our family? Send it to Miss Meng quickly."

Yu Qizhe nodded and walked outside. Zhang filled a medicine pot with water and started to boil it on the stove. She had to make up her lie so that the third room wouldn't catch her doing anything wrong.

Yu Qizhe returned to the east room with the herbs in his pocket. Song was wiping Yu Mengshan's body in the midday heat. When she saw Yu Qizhe coming into the room empty-handed, she looked up and asked, "Where's the bowl?"

"She hasn't finished eating yet." After Yu Qizhe answered, he found the medicine grinder and pestle in the house, poured the herbs into the groove, and prepared to grind them into powder.

Seeing this, Song quickly wiped Yu Mengshan's body and said, "Why are you fiddling with the medicine grinder? Don't get tired, go inside and rest."

Yu Qizhe said briefly, "Not tired." He held the pestle with his beautiful joints and began to grind the herbs finely.

Yu Mengshan recognized that the medicine mill was full of herbs for stopping bleeding, reducing swelling, and treating external injuries, and asked, "Are you making medicine for Miss Meng's injury?"

Yu Jingzhe said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

Yu Mengshan had a worried look on his face, and said to Song, "From what you said before, the injury of Miss Meng from being beaten by the third brother must be serious. I'm afraid these external medicines can't cure the root cause."

"Dad said at the dinner table that no one in our family can treat Miss Meng, and we are not allowed to feed her." Song packed up Yu Mengshan's underwear and said to Yu Qizhe who was grinding medicine, "Be careful when you go to deliver medicine to Miss Meng, don't let anyone see you."

Yu Qizhe nodded, and Song collected all the dirty clothes of the whole family, filled a straw basket with them, and carried them to the stream at the entrance of the village to wash.

Yu Qizhe was weak, and although grinding the herbs didn't take much strength, it didn't take him long before a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

Yu Mengshan usually helps the old man grind and pound the medicine. Yu Qizhe has only seen it a few times, but now he knows that grinding medicine is also strenuous work.

"Why don't we let dad do it?" Yu Mengshan said unhappily seeing that he was working very hard.

Yu Qizhe shook his head. It took him a long time to grind the herbs, but it was very uneven. The Eclipta prostrata had been ground into powder, but the leaves of the soap tree were only broken into small pieces. Yu Qizhe poured the powder out of the medicine mill, wrapped it with yellow straw paper, took the medicinal wine, and got up to take it to the hut.

Yu Jiao was lying on the straw pile bored, wondering what to do next.

Hearing footsteps and the sound of the door being pushed open, she raised her head and her eyes fell on the medicine bag in Yu Qizhe's hand. She immediately smiled with curved eyebrows and reached out to take the medicine bag, saying, "I knew that you were a good person, Fifth Brother. Good people will have a peaceful life."

She couldn't wait to open the paper package and saw the rough and crudely ground powder inside. A hint of disdain flashed in her almond-shaped eyes. "Did you grind this?"

Grinding the medicinal powder into such a coarse state, if it happened in her family's traditional Chinese medicine clinic, this kind of disciple would have been kicked out long ago.

Yu Qizhe narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, frowned and said coldly, "Can't use it?"

Yu Jiao suddenly came to her senses. Now she was living under someone else's roof and had to rely on him for even her survival. So how could she be picky?

Yu Jiao immediately smiled flatteringly, "It works, it works! The effect is the same. Thank you for your hard work, Fifth Brother."

Yu Qizhe's ears felt slightly hot. The three words "Fifth Brother" were obviously very serious, but when they came out of Meng Yujiao's mouth, they sounded like the intimate Fifth Brother.

After putting down the medicinal wine, he turned around and was about to leave. But Yu Jiao called him softly, "Fifth brother, my ribs are broken and it's inconvenient for me to bend over. Can you help me apply the medicine before you leave?"

She noticed that Yu Qizhe was avoiding her, but he was the only one she could order around.

Yu Qizhe was of course unwilling to do so. Meng Yujiao was injured in the leg. If he helped her apply medicine, it would certainly be against the rules. However, it was indeed inconvenient for her to apply the medicine herself at the moment, so Yu Qizhe was a little hesitant.

Seeing Yu Jiao looking at him with her moist and clear almond eyes, with her lips curved, her eyebrows smiling, and her gentle and soft look, Yu Qizhe finally softened his heart and compromised.

"Fifth brother is the best." Yu Jiao smiled happily when she saw him turn around and pick up the medicinal wine, and said softly.

Yu Qizhe slightly lifted up Yu Jiao's bloodstained skirt and saw that her white trouser legs had been beaten into tatters, with blood and flesh stuck to her calves. He couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking that his uncle was a little too cruel.

Yu Qizhe looked at Yu Jiao's legs, not knowing how to start. Yu Jiao reminded him, "Roll up your trouser legs, drink a sip of medicinal wine, spray it on the wound, and sprinkle with medicinal powder."

Yu Qizhe carefully rolled up Yu Jiao's trouser legs with his fingers. The numerous scars on her body were reflected in his peach blossom eyes, causing Yu Qizhe to pause slightly and he couldn't help but look up at Yu Jiao.

Yu Jiao smiled back at him.

Yu Qizhe lowered his eyes. This woman was really... very patient. Her legs were clearly covered in blood and flesh, and the cloth strips had been whipped into her flesh, yet she could still talk and laugh calmly. He asked himself if he could do that.

Yu Qizhe did not do as Yu Jiao said, but stood up and said, "I'll go get a basin of water." Then he left the hut.

Yu Jiao leaned against the wall, raised the corners of her lips and smiled playfully. The fifth brother of the Yu family was quite humane. Although he was cold-hearted, he was a caring person. Meng Yujiao was really too upset to let go of such a good husband with great potential and go to bed with someone else. Yu Jiao privately thought that she was a little stupid.

Not long after, Yu Qizhe brought back a basin of water and placed it at Yu Jiao's feet. He took out a handkerchief and wet it, then said to Yu Jiao, "Bear with it."

After saying that, he used a wet towel to wipe the blood off Yu Jiao's legs. Yu Jiao frowned suddenly in pain, clenched her teeth, and her little face turned pale.

Yu Qizhe did not raise his head, carefully avoiding the scar that had not yet scabbed and was stained with red and white flesh. Soon, the entire handkerchief was stained red.

He washed the towel in the basin and wiped off the blood on Yu Jiao's legs. His eyes fell on the deepest wound on Yu Jiao's right leg. The blood-stained cloth strip was stuck in the flying flesh and blood. If the cloth strip was torn off, one could imagine how painful it would be.

Yu Jiao saw him pause, took a breath, and said calmly, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain, you can tear it."

Yu Qizhe thought she really didn't feel any pain. After all, even if the injury happened to a man, he would have screamed in pain. But he touched her wound several times just now, and she didn't make any sound.

He really did it and tore out the strip of cloth that was stuck in the flesh. Yu Jiao groaned in pain, cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and blood came out of her teeth. At this moment, not only was her face pale, but even her lips were faded.

Yu Qizhe pinched the bloody cloth strip and looked at Yu Jiao's pale face. He couldn't tell what he felt for a moment.

Yu Jiao cursed all of Yu Hanshan's ancestors in her heart before she recovered. Seeing Yu Qizhe stopped there, Yu Jiao took a deep breath and said slowly, "Don't just stand there. Spray the medicinal wine and apply the medicine."