After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

In Mo Hua's eyes, Mo Qi is always a child who needs care, and she is the one who can protect her from wind and rain.

Therefore, she could not accept letting Mo Qi accompany Ling Mo back to face those complicated matters instead of herself.

Seeing Mo Hua's persistence, Ling Mohui stopped arguing. She smiled and said, "Then you should go back and rest early. We have important things to do tomorrow."

Mo Hua responded, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and then he quietly retreated, leaving Ling Mo with a quiet space to continue fighting with those account books.

The next morning, the sun shone through the mist onto Ling Mohui's window frame. She gently pushed open the window, and fresh air instantly filled the room.

After washing up, Ling Mohui, dressed in a simple long dress, had a carefully prepared breakfast served by her maid.

On the dining table, delicate white porcelain bowls and plates were set off by various dim sum and steaming porridge. She tasted them leisurely, thinking about the day's itinerary in her mind.

After the meal, Ling Mohui and her entourage walked out of the carved bronze door and into the bustling streets of the city.

There were more than a dozen shops that came as a dowry from the general's mansion, scattered throughout the city.

Even so, since each shop needed to be carefully inspected and inquired about, Ling Mohui only visited six or seven of them in one morning.

It was almost noon, the sun was blazing, and the streets were bustling with noise.

Ling Mohui decided to take a short rest at Jihetang to replenish her energy and learn about the operation status of the store.

Jihetang is one of the few businesses under the original owner that is still profitable. Its reputation and prestige are well-known among the people.

Inside Jihe Hall, quaint medicine cabinets are neatly arranged and the air is filled with a faint herbal fragrance, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Guan Zhongxian, the pillar of the hospital and an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, is now sitting in front of the examination table, flipping through medical books with a focused look.

This old man was a highly skilled military doctor who was brought back from the military camp by General Lin. Not only did he bring people back to health with his miraculous skills, he was also deeply respected by the people for his noble medical ethics.

Seeing Ling Mohui, the young master's sudden visit, Guan Zhongxian's eyes flashed with surprise, but then he smiled and stood up to greet her.

The two of them just sat down in the elegant reception room, sipped the light tea, and began to discuss the business affairs of Jihetang.

However, before they had even finished their conversation, a loud shouting suddenly came from outside the door, breaking the original tranquility of Jihetang.

"Kill him! Let him be arrogant!"

"You dare to meddle in all kinds of messes, and you don't even look in the mirror to see how much you weigh!"

"Beat him hard!"

These rude words, accompanied by the sound of fists and feet hitting each other, are frightening.

Ling Mohui frowned slightly, put down the teacup in her hand, and walked out of Jihetang quickly.

Outside the door, a group of sturdy men were standing in a circle, punching and kicking a thin boy in the middle. The boy curled up on the ground, in great pain.

Although there were many pedestrians around, no one dared to step forward to stop it. They could only watch from afar and talk in low voices.

"It's totally lawless. A bunch of street thugs didn't even let a child go!" Ling Mohui blurted out indignantly, every word ringing loudly.

She stepped forward, her eyes sharp, and was about to scold this group of villains, but when she looked closely at the young man's face, her heart was slightly shocked.

It turned out that the blood-stained, disheveled boy actually overlapped with a figure in her memory. She couldn't help but whisper to herself, "How could it be him?"

"It's you!" Ling Mohui's eyes froze for a moment, she recognized the person in front of her.

This is not only the cunning boy who once kidnapped her, but also the mysterious figure who forced the Fu family, put Guo Zhengwen in danger, and fell into Fu Yansheng's hands twice, but miraculously escaped twice.

His figure was like an indelible brand, deeply engraved in Ling Mohui's memory.

"Stop! If you dare to attack him again, I will report to the police immediately and let you guys see what she has to offer!" Ling Mo's words were as cold as ice and her eyes were like swords, shooting straight at the group of thugs who were besieging the young man.

Her notoriety was known to everyone, and everyone knew how ruthless she was. For a moment, those thugs were frightened and frightened.

"Mo Hua, report to the police!" Ling Mohui shouted sternly. Before she finished speaking, several hooligans were so scared that they fled the scene, leaving behind only a series of hurried footsteps and distant curses: "You little bastard, you are lucky today. The next time I run into you, I will make sure you wish you were dead!"

Ling Mohui glanced at him coldly, then signaled the servant behind her to carefully help the injured boy into Jihe Hall.

The flickering candlelight in the hall illuminated the young man's pale face. Beads of sweat sparkled on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Let me take a look at your injury first." Ling Mohui said softly, trying to touch his arm.

However, the boy dodged her hand with amazing agility, like a frightened deer.

"Ouch! It hurts!" His face turned pale with pain, his brows furrowed, and his painful groan echoed in the quiet hall.

Ling Mohui shook her head slightly, with a trace of pity in her eyes: "It looks like the bones are injured."

She sighed softly, "I'll help you straighten your bones. It will be a little painful. Please try to bear it."

The boy gritted his teeth and nodded silently.

Ling Mohui took a deep breath and pressed his wound with skillful and decisive movements.

There was a clear "click" sound and the pain receded like a tide.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and slowly moved his arms in disbelief. Feeling the long-lost ease, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect you also know medical skills?"

Ling Mohui heard this and flicked his forehead lightly, pretending to be angry and said, "It's already this time, and you still have the mood to tease others?"

Although her tone was stern, there was a barely perceptible concern in her eyes.

"Go get some salt water." Ling Mo turned back and instructed the waiter in the store.

The boy's body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, some of which were still oozing blood. She had to disinfect and stop the bleeding as soon as possible.

She held the cotton cloth, dipped it in salt water, and cleaned every wound meticulously. The moment the salt water came into contact with the skin, the boy's body trembled slightly, but she did not show mercy.

After cleaning, she quickly applied hemostatic ointment with quick and precise movements.

After a busy period, the boy's injuries were finally properly treated.

After everything was settled, Ling Mo sat down next to the boy, her eyes softened, and she asked casually, "Tell me, how did you get involved with those guys?"

The young man straightened his back, his eyes gleaming with fearlessness: "They are openly bullying decent women, I will help them when I see injustice!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, and each word was filled with an unquestionable sense of justice.

"Where are your brothers?" Ling Mohui's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the quiet air like a bolt of thunder.