"Tie Qing, pour the hemostatic powder onto the gauze. After I pull out the sword, you will place the gauze directly on the wound."
"Yes, young madam."
Tie Qing nodded hurriedly in response. In her haste, she fumbled for the hemostatic powder and poured it onto the gauze. Her hand shook, and a good portion of the powder spilled onto the ground.
"Don't be afraid. Calm yourself first. My hand pulling the sword isn't even shaking, what are you afraid of? It'll be alright."
Feng Jin naturally noticed Tie Qing's current nervousness and fear, and she comforted her softly. Her actions, however, did not falter. She cleaned the area around the arrowhead, ensuring it was sufficiently exposed.
Holding tweezers to grip the exposed shaft, she glanced at Tie Qing beside her. "Get ready, I'm going to pull it out now."
Tie Qing took a deep breath. Her emotions had stabilized considerably by now, and her gaze was fixed on Feng Jin's movements.
Feng Jin herself was incredibly tense. A fine layer of sweat beaded on her forehead. With all her might, she applied a quick, precise, and powerful pull, extracting the arrowhead directly.
Instantly, a gush of fresh blood sprayed out the moment the arrowhead was pulled, splattering onto Feng Jin's fair cheeks.
Immediately after the arrowhead was removed, Tie Qing pressed the gauze soaked in hemostatic powder onto the wound. She didn't dare to move it without Feng Jin's instruction.
Feng Jin, too, dared not relax even a little. After the arrowhead was pulled out, she quickly bandaged the wound. Once the wound was bandaged and all tasks were completed,
Feng Jin was so exhausted she could barely stand. She stumbled and collapsed onto a chair. Her back clothes were completely soaked with sweat. Her hands, having maintained one position for an extended period, were now numb and trembling uncontrollably.
"Young madam, is your hand alright? Should we find a doctor to take a look?"
Seeing Feng Jin's current state, Tie Qing asked with concern, "We should go find a doctor."
The young general had finally escaped danger. She couldn't just stand by and watch the young madam fall ill next.
"I'm fine. I'm just too tired. I'll be better after a rest," Feng Jin waved her hand weakly, her voice sounding utterly drained.
"Then I'll help you massage your hand, madam." As Tie Qing finished speaking, she picked up Feng Jin's hand and began to gently knead it.
If her hand remained numb, it could lead to restricted blood flow. It was best to massage it promptly until it loosened up.
Feng Jin was truly exhausted, her eyelids feeling dry and stiff. However, she forced herself to stay alert, drinking several cups of tea before managing to regain some semblance of energy.
"Young madam, why don't you go lie down on the bed first? I'll continue watching the pot here. Young general will surely be fine."
After working for so long, even she, who was just assisting, felt exhausted. Not to mention the young madam, who hadn't rested much at all and must be incredibly tired.
Feng Jin yawned and rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to stay alert. "I'm fine. The next few hours are the most crucial. I need to stay here and watch personally. Tie Qing, you go and rest first. I'm enough here by myself."
The most worrying part was the coming hours. As long as Ling Mohan didn't develop a fever or any unexpected complications, everything would be alright.
Feng Jin reached out and felt the man's forehead. Confirming his temperature was still normal, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. Overwhelmed by sleepiness, she lay down beside the man and slowly closed her eyes.
In the middle of the night, Feng Jin vaguely sensed movement beside her. She jolted awake from her sleep, her drowsy eyes looking at Ling Mohan.
"You're awake. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Feng Jin's voice was filled with concern as she anxiously inquired about Ling Mohan's current condition.
"Thirsty...water..."
Mustering all his strength, he managed to open his mouth and squeeze out these words from his throat. Immediately, his throat felt like it was being sliced by a knife.
"I'll get you some water."
Understanding the man's intention, Feng Jin quickly got up, poured a cup of water, and used a spoon to feed Ling Mohan a few mouthfuls. "You have an injury on your body. It is not advisable to drink water within twelve hours. You should just take a few sips to moisten your throat."
As expected, after feeding Ling Mohan just a few mouthfuls, Feng Jin stopped giving him more water.
Ling Mohan closed his eyes to conserve his energy. The pain in his shoulder, however, was exceptionally sharp. He bit down on his lower lip, enduring the pain and preventing himself from making a sound.
"Does your wound hurt?"
The man didn't answer but simply nodded faintly. His furrowed brow and the mist forming on his forehead betrayed his current condition completely.
"When I was treating your wound, you were still unconscious, and I couldn't get you to take anesthetic. I only used silver needles to temporarily seal the acupoints around the wound. Now that the effect has worn off, it naturally hurts more."
As she finished speaking, Feng Jin took out a white bottle from her sleeve, poured out a pill, and placed it into Ling Mohan's mouth. "Take this medicine. It will provide some relief."
"How is it? Feeling any better?"
The man nodded faintly, his tired gaze fixed on Feng Jin. His lips parted slightly, but he still didn't utter a sound.
"Don't speak for now. Rest well. There's no rush for anything, we can talk about it once your wounds have healed."
Feng Jin reached out and tucked the blanket around the man. Although she wanted to know what had happened, she wasn't in a desperate hurry.
After a brief period of recovery, the medicine she had given him took effect. The pain in his body lessened considerably, and his throat also felt more comfortable.
"How is Lu Shi?"
The man's voice was still somewhat hoarse, but it was much better than before.
"Lu Shi's injuries are not severe. They are all superficial wounds. After applying medicine, he has already gone to sleep. It's you who is so badly injured."
Given his capabilities, it was truly rare for anyone to injure him so severely. She really wanted to know who it was and under what circumstances they had wounded Ling Mohan so badly.
Feng Jin was genuinely curious about what had happened.
"On my way back to the manor, I encountered a group of assassins. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I was wounded by a hidden arrow."
Indeed, he had been too careless, forgetting that a hidden arrow is harder to guard against than an open attack. As a result, he was injured by an assassin lurking in the shadows.
"Assassins... do you know who sent them?"
"I don't know. I intended to leave some alive, but those individuals all committed suicide by poison. All the clues have been broken."
These assassins were all death warriors, desperate individuals. After their mission failed, they all chose to take their own lives. Now, there were no clues left.