It seemed that the black mist snake that Huo Ying had concocted this time was no ordinary beast, otherwise, Jun Mo Han would not have been willing to use his Flood Dragon, as each use consumed a great deal of internal energy, much like his use of the Flowing Light Bow and Arrow.
However, changing the subject, wasn't Huo Ying seriously injured by his elder brother and Ming Jiu Xiao some time ago?
She had not expected her injuries to heal so quickly, and her combat prowess appeared to have increased significantly. It was unknown what divine medicine she had taken.
After watching for a while, Leng Ruo Li also utilized her Qing Gong and flew to a branch of a tree relatively close to Jun Mo Han, settling down.
At this moment, the Flood Dragon and the black snake, which had been fighting in mid-air for a long time, returned to Jun Mo Han and Huo Ying respectively.
Jun Mo Han immediately flew to Leng Ruo Li's side, while Huo Ying spat out a mouthful of blood and fell vertically from mid-air. If she hadn't reached out and grabbed onto a tree branch, she would have crashed heavily onto the ground.
"Yo, this Huo Ying has quite a large life. She was caught by a branch even after all that. It seems I need to lend her a hand."
Leng Ruo Li's large, almond-shaped eyes blinked mischievously, her gaze suddenly lighting up, a sly smile gracing her lips.
She extended her fair, soft hands and casually plucked a leaf from the tree beside her. She deliberately infused it with a surge of internal energy, and just as Huo Ying had aimed a leaf at her father earlier, she gently flicked the leaf out. This was to prevent the severely injured Huo Ying from being on guard. The leaf she flicked out severed one of Huo Ying's index fingers. In pain, Huo Ying directly released her grip on the branch, fell heavily to the ground, spat out another mouthful of blood, and fainted.
Finally, Leng Ruo Li and Jun Mo Han both descended from the treetops and approached her.
Leng Ruo Li casually checked Huo Ying's pulse. She hadn't expected Jun Mo Han to injure this dwarf Huo Ying so severely. Her internal organs had been heavily damaged by Jun Mo Han. Falling from such a height just now, Huo Ying was now barely clinging to life.
"Jun Mo Han, how did you injure her so badly?"
"My Flood Dragon struck the vulnerable seven-inch spot of her black snake. As their forms were intertwined, she suffered internal injuries."
"Oh, I see."
Only then did Leng Ruo Li nod with sudden realization.
Subsequently, Leng Ruo Li said, "While she's still alive, let's quickly take her back to call a halt to the fighting at the city gates."
Upon hearing this, Jun Mo Han nodded slightly in understanding.
"Lier, you carry her. I'll go help Father-in-law."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Mo Han hurried away.
Not long after, the Leng King and his consort, along with Leng Jin Yu, had Huo Ying's body suspended at the city gates. Following this, Leng Ruo Li brought out a loudspeaker from her spatial dimension to call for the surrender of Lin Zhen Fan's army.
Little did they know, upon hearing that Lin Zhen Fan had been captured alive and that the commander of the army, Huo Ying, was also half-dead and hung on the city wall, a small portion of Lin Zhen Fan's army immediately laid down their weapons and surrendered. A small portion laid down their weapons and fled immediately, while another small portion, loyal to Lin Zhen Fan, chose to fight to the death. However, they couldn't hold on for long and were wiped out by the army under Leng Jin Yu.
This war thoroughly crushed all of Lin Zhen Fan's forces and shattered Prince Ning's dream of seizing the throne.
In the afternoon, Leng Ruo Li and Jun Mo Han were summoned back to the imperial palace by the Emperor, while Leng Jin Yu was left behind to handle the numerous post-war matters.
Upon their return to the palace, the Leng King and his consort were directly summoned into the Imperial Study.
In the Imperial Study, besides the Leng King and his consort, were Prince An, Prince Ji, Prince Xian, Yan Song, and several court officials who were loyal to the Emperor.
"Lier, you go to the Imperial Hospital first to check on Jian Feng. That young man had been injured before and hadn't recovered. Now, after being tormented by Prince Ning's people, he's even worse off. I have some matters to discuss with them."
The Emperor sighed and said.
"Alright, Father Emperor!"
Leng Ruo Li nodded obediently and replied.
Then, she turned and exited the Imperial Study, heading towards the Imperial Hospital.
At the Imperial Hospital, Director Zhang, looking at the severely wounded Jian Feng before him, did not know how to begin the treatment.
Because Jian Feng's blood had already dried, his upper garment was stuck to his wounds. Jian Feng was only semi-conscious but still aware. The slightest movement would cause him excruciating pain as it pulled at his wounds. Director Zhang hesitated to proceed.
As a result, after struggling for a long time, they couldn't even remove his upper garment.
They had no choice but to arrange for two people to help Jian Feng sit up on a recliner. Director Zhang, holding scissors, slowly cut Jian Feng's upper garment into tatters. Then, he used a wet towel to moisten the wounds bit by bit, before carefully removing the fragments of clothing.
Afterward, he cleaned Jian Feng's body of bloodstains with warm water.
Jian Feng's chest and back were covered with countless whip marks. The raised, swollen whip marks crisscrossed each other, particularly conspicuous. Some wounds had flesh turned outwards, and the wounds were very deep. There were even burn marks on his chest from something. A charred flesh smell emanated from his body at this moment...
"Alas, Prince Ning's people were too cruel to beat someone to this extent," Director Zhang sighed, full of sympathy for Jian Feng.
If only the Leng King's consort were here. If her potent anesthetic could be used, treating Jian Feng's wounds wouldn't be so arduous for him.
As he was thinking, Leng Ruo Li happened to walk in. Director Zhang and the other imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital looked at her as if they had seen a savior.
"Leng King's consort, you've finally arrived!" Director Zhang said happily.
"How are Commander Jian Feng's injuries?" Leng Ruo Li asked with great concern.
"Leng King's consort, Commander Jian's injuries are very severe," Director Zhang said, shaking his head.
"Let me take a look at him!"
Before Leng Ruo Li's words had even finished, the imperial physicians gathered around Jian Feng immediately made way. What appeared before her was Jian Feng, his upper body covered in severe wounds from being beaten.
Upon seeing Jian Feng, Leng Ruo Li also furrowed her brows, thinking to herself, "Heavens! Those people were too wicked to beat Jian Feng to this extent..."
It made her furious!
"It won't do to treat him while he's being held like this. Go find a soft cushion. Let him lie down with his head tilted back. Treat the more severe wounds first. And Director Zhang, along with two other imperial physicians, will assist. The other colleagues should return to their respective posts."
The Imperial Hospital in the palace had been harmonious since Imperial Physician Xu and Imperial Physician Chen were beheaded by the Emperor.
When everyone heard Leng Ruo Li instructing them to return to their work, they immediately selected two imperial physicians to stay. The others conscientiously returned to their workstations.
When someone brought the soft cushion, Leng Ruo Li had the two imperial physicians holding Jian Feng gently lower him down, allowing him to lie flat.