When cleaning and bandaging the wounds last night, the situation was urgent, and Feng Jin had not carefully examined the man's back.
Upon seeing it today, Feng Jin's face was filled with surprise.
Scars from swords, spears, sabers, and halberds crisscrossed his back. Was he trying to collect wounds from all eighteen kinds of weapons?
New wounds mingled with old, leaving no part of his entire back intact.
"These wounds..."
"Did they scare you?" Ling Mo Han asked with a nervous tone.
Feng Jin reached out to touch the man's scars, her eyes stinging, tears welling up, her voice choked with emotion, "No, I just feel that there are too many scars on your back. How did you get this one..."
On his left shoulder, a hideous scar coiled like a centipede. The wound seemed to have gone to the bone, and the newly grown flesh was pink, suggesting it was a recent injury.
"It was when I was fighting with Cang Nan, we ran into an ambush, and I was cut by a blade. It will fade with time."
On the battlefield, swords and blades are indiscriminate. It was a great fortune to return alive, so a few injuries were nothing to mention.
"Nonsense, if it could truly fade, why is this scar still here..."
This spear wound looked years old, and one could still discern its original ferocity. An inch higher, and Ling Mo Han would not have been alive today.
"I'll get some scar removal medicine when I return, and it will disappear quickly." Thinking Feng Jin was disgusted by his scars, Ling Mo Han quickly said.
Earlier, Gu Bei Chen had found a box of spiritual medicine for scar removal, but he had thrown it aside, deeming it too effeminate to use.
He had to ask Lu Shi to bring it quickly to remove the scars. He couldn't afford to lose his wife over these scars; it would be a loss that far outweighed any gain.
Feng Jin remained silent, her mood low, but her hands busied themselves with cleaning the man's wounds.
The scar medicine she had developed was indeed effective; the swelling had subsided, and the wound would heal in a couple more days.
"Alright, for the next two days, it's best for you to sleep on your stomach so as not to touch the wound. This way, it will heal faster."
Feng Jin finished bandaging the wound and helped Ling Mo Han lie down.
"I'll go and decoct the medicine for you. You lie down and rest for a while."
The moment Feng Jin opened the door, she bumped into a very anxious Lu Shi.
"Madam, there are many high-ranking officials gathered outside, all of them heard about the Young General's assassination and have come to visit. Even the Third Prince is here."
Lu Shi was overwhelmed by the people outside and had come to report.
"I cannot make this decision. You go in and ask the Young General what he wishes to do."
This matter was neither too big nor too small, and it was better for her not to interfere.
She moved aside, making way for Lu Shi to enter and ask Ling Mo Han directly.
She should be the one brewing medicine. Knowing too much often led to a swift death.
"Young General, there are many visitors outside, and even the Third Prince is here."
Ling Mo Han's eyes were filled with coldness. The assassination attempt was definitely by the same group who had previously cast the Frost Curse on him.
They claimed to be here to visit, but in reality, they just wanted to know if he was alive or dead.
"Just say that I am still in a coma, and the Madam is personally taking care of me. If they have anything, they can go to the Madam."
"Young General... this..." Lu Shi hesitated, completely taken aback by this outcome.
Feng Jin, holding the medicinal soup outside the door, twitched her lips.
Damn Ling Mo Han. If he didn't scheme against her for a day, he felt restless and couldn't sleep.
After composing herself outside, Feng Jin brought the medicine in. Upon seeing Ling Mo Han's face, her anger resurfaced.
"Lu Shi, go directly and tell them that the Young General has succumbed to his grave illness and has passed away. Tell them to prepare and come for the funeral."
Lu Shi was completely bewildered and didn't know what to do. He thought it best to leave for now. "Young General's Madam, I will go and arrange things at the entrance."
Outside were swarms of demons and monsters. Here, two gods were fighting, could there be any place left for him to survive?
"The Young General truly has a clever plan, pushing me out to be your shield while you enjoy yourself freely."
Feng Jin gritted her teeth in anger. If it weren't for Ling Mo Han's injuries and the fact that he had saved her last night, she would have slapped him long ago.
"With my wife planning for me, I can naturally enjoy myself freely."
He had already learned from Lu Shi that Feng Jin had spread the news of his injury last night.
This was to build momentum and make the mastermind behind it lower their guard.
Since that was the case, leaving the remaining matters to Feng Jin would surely be handled with great skill.
Besides, when a husband is injured, it is most appropriate for his wife to step forward.
"Take your medicine," Feng Jin slammed the bowl onto the table.
Seeing him looking so energetic and robust, there was no need for anyone to attend to him.
She still had to deal with the crowd outside. The thought alone gave her a headache.
Cai Qing had just come to report that Old Master Ling, upon hearing of Ling Mo Han's injury, had been so angered that he had fainted.
"You rest well. Cai Qing is guarding outside. If you need anything, just call for Cai Qing. I'm going to see the Old Master. He was so worried when he heard about your injury."
Worried about Ling Mo Han, she had deliberately concealed the fact that Old Master Ling had fainted.
When Feng Jin hurried to the courtyard where the Old Master resided, it was surrounded by people inside and out.
The members of the second and third branches stood to one side, anxiously waiting outside.
Her gaze fell upon an unwelcome presence. Ling Mu Zhu, when had he returned? Daring to come back without the Old Master's permission, his audacity was truly growing.
Second Master Ling appeared to be preoccupied, his gaze darting left and right. Upon seeing Feng Jin, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over, "How is Mo Han? Is he gravely injured?"
Second Master Ling had never shown such concern for Ling Mo Han before. His current earnest demeanor was suspicious, and something was amiss.
"He is still in a coma and has not woken up," Feng Jin said, following their prearranged plan.
Second Master Ling's expression changed, a mixture of emotions crossing his face. Finally, he presented a facade of sorrow to the world, "My poor nephew, why must you suffer such misfortune? Just as you were recovering, you fell gravely ill. How can I face your father?"
"Father, please do not be sad. Uncle will surely understand your intentions towards Big Cousin."
Ling Mu Zhu stepped forward to comfort Second Master Ling. The two of them standing together presented a picture of filial piety and paternal love.
Feng Jin's lips curled into a dismissive smile. She said in a low voice, "Second Uncle, Mo Han is not dead yet. Your current weeping and wailing is inauspicious. If Grandfather sees you like this later, he will surely be saddened."
"You woman, does my father not even have the right to speak a word without offending you? Don't forget, you came to our Ling family to ward off evil spirits. When Big Cousin met with misfortune, it must be your bad luck that brought it upon him!"
Ling Mu Zhu already harbored resentment towards Feng Jin, so he naturally wouldn't miss an opportunity to attack her.