Ling Muzhu covered his burning right cheek in disbelief. Although his grandfather had always been strict, he had never slapped him in public. This time, he had actually hit him for that ugly woman, Feng Jin!
"You scoundrel, what kind of person has your father raised you to be, to even slander your elder brother? Steward, take him to the ancestral hall to kneel and reflect. He is not to be released without my permission!"
"Yes, Old Master!"
The servants dragged the shouting and struggling Ling Muzhu away.
"Han'er, your leg!"
Old Master Ling looked at Ling Mohan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and felt a chill in his heart.
"The residual poison in the Young General's body is not yet cleared, and his legs have been exposed to the Ice Curse for too long. He cannot stand for the time being and still requires a period of treatment!"
Feng Jin said calmly.
Old Master Ling was shocked. Even renowned physicians found it difficult to treat Han'er's condition, yet she could resolve it so easily.
It seemed that the master had been right; Feng Jin's fate was indeed excellent, and she would be a great help to Han'er. This granddaughter-in-law was worth marrying.
"Feng Jin, I entrust Han'er entirely to you!"
With Ling Mohan's recovery in sight, the Ling family now had an heir. Old Master Ling's heart, which had been heavy for half a year, finally felt at ease.
He then left the two young people alone, taking his retinue with him.
"The autumn wind is biting. The Young General has just recovered from his injuries and is not suited to be in the wind. Let's go back to the room!"
Countless eyes in the Ling family were fixed on her. Any slight mishap with Ling Mohan's body would be her responsibility.
As long as she had no intention of leaving the Ling family, Ling Mohan was her protective umbrella within the family, so she naturally had to take care of him diligently.
Inside the room, Feng Jin helped Ling Mohan onto the bed.
She placed her hand on his pulse.
His pulse was much better than before, but after lying unconscious in bed for half a year, it was a good thing that his brain and limbs had not atrophied.
"I will perform acupuncture and massage on you daily, supplemented by medicinal baths. In two months, you will be fully recovered!"
Feng Jin opened the acupuncture kit she had prepared: "Take off your pants!"
Ling Mohan's fair face instantly turned red, even the roots of his ears were flushed, and veins bulged on his forehead. If Feng Jin hadn't removed the Ice Curse from his body, such words alone would have made Feng Jin disappear from his sight long ago.
Seeing Ling Mohan's hesitation, a hint of impatience flashed in Feng Jin's eyes: "Hurry up, take them off!"
If he didn't take off his pants, how could she perform acupuncture?
Feng Jin lifted her eyelids and took in Ling Mohan's embarrassed expression.
A flash of inspiration struck her, and Feng Jin finally understood what was happening. She softened her tone as much as possible: "If you don't take off your pants, how can I perform acupuncture on you?"
This man had been on battlefields and seen all sorts of situations, yet… yet he was so innocent…
Ling Mohan repeatedly told himself that he was being treated, but he still felt uncomfortable. He quickly pulled down his pants, turning his head away to avoid embarrassment.
"Young General, there's no need for that. I am a physician, I have seen everything. In my eyes, you are no different from the dummy training posts I practice acupuncture on!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Feng Jin said calmly, picking up a silver needle with her slender, fair fingers.
Before Ling Mohan could react, the silver needle had already landed on various acupoints on his legs.
Ling Mohan felt a slight numbness and a ticklish sensation in his legs, and a warmth gradually spread through them.
"The last needle will be a bit painful, bear with it!"
Feng Jin channeled her internal energy into the silver needle and accurately inserted it into the acupoint.
Unlike the slight numbness before, the moment the needle entered, a bone-chilling pain surged through his legs.
Ling Mohan frowned, and a trickle of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
The last needle, along with the pain from all the acupoints, felt like shattered bones. It was the first time Feng Jin had seen someone endure the last needle without changing their expression.
The title of the God of War of Southern Chu was indeed well-deserved.
Just as Feng Jin reached out to massage Ling Mohan, the closed door was kicked open from the outside.
"Ling Mohan, I heard you woke up. Your life..."
Gu Beichen saw the scene and swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth.
"It seems I've come at an inopportune time. You continue… continue!"
Ling Mohan's face turned ashen. He felt an urge to kill: "Get out!"
"If you don't want this leg anymore, feel free to move!"
Feng Jin's massaging hand suddenly tightened, but her expression remained very calm.
The sudden pain spread throughout his body. Ling Mohan's hands, which were hanging at his sides, tensed and clenched into fists. Sweat trickled down his back, dampening his clothes.
Gu Beichen, seeing this, wisely retreated. Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door.
That woman was too terrifying. It was the first time he had seen someone torment Ling Mohan like that. However, that woman was too ugly. Ling Mohan could actually bring himself to do it.
"Young Prince, why have you come here?"
Lu Shi said hurriedly. In the blink of an eye, the Young Prince had disappeared. The Young General had ordered that no one was to go to the East Courtyard.
"Lu Shi, who is the woman inside the room? As soon as Ice Face woke up, he arranged a woman for him, and such an ugly one at that. Can he handle it?"
"Young Prince, please speak with caution. The woman inside is the Young Madam, and it was the Young Madam who cured the Young General's illness!"
Gu Beichen froze. The woman he had just seen, so ugly that it was unbearable to look at, was actually Ling Mohan's wife.
'Pfft.' He couldn't help himself and burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking. This was something he could joke about with Ling Mohan for a lifetime.
Feng Jin pushed the door open and came out, meeting the two of them.
"Young Madam!" Lu Shi bowed respectfully. He had followed the Young General since he was young, and even his life was saved by the Young General. Feng Jin had cured the Young General, making her his benefactor.
Gu Beichen stopped his smile and looked at Feng Jin, appraising her. He was startled by Feng Jin's appearance.
"Your Prime Minister truly has a daughter as ugly as you. You woman, not knowing how ugly you are, you don't even wear a mask when you go out…"
Feng Jin's eyes narrowed. A cold glint flashed from beneath her wide sleeve, and a needle as thin as a cow's hair shot out.
Gu Beichen instantly lost his voice. His throat felt like it was burning, and after much babbling, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Does the Young Prince know the saying, 'Disaster comes from the mouth'? Today, I will let the Young Prince learn a lesson and how to respect people!"
"Young Madam, please show some mercy!" Lu Shi interjected. This Young Madam was new and truly didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to lay hands on the Young Prince. If the Prince of Dingbei were to blame them, their Ling Mansion would also suffer some repercussions.
Feng Jin glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "It will be resolved in half an hour!"
"You..." Gu Beichen opened his mouth, but could not make a sound.
He watched Feng Jin walk past him, unable to do anything.
As Feng Jin had said, Gu Beichen recovered completely after half an hour, with no lingering side effects.