First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

Wei Zhong and Xie Yingfeng carried the large bathtub used for medicinal baths into the house and poured all the hot water into it.

Zhou Ziqi looked through the medicinal herbs bought by Xie Yingfeng, and after confirming that they were correct, he poured all of them into the bathtub.

The water was freshly boiled, and even though it was freezing cold, the water temperature was still over 80 degrees. The medicines were boiled in it... After a while, the whole room was filled with a slightly pungent herbal smell.

Zhou Ziqi took a look and saw that there was only half a tub of water. He said to Wei Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, go get some more water. It's not enough."

Wei Zhong hurriedly excused himself and went downstairs to continue boiling water.

"Come here and help stir the water." Zhou Ziqi called Xie Yingfeng over and handed the ladle he had used to scoop water to Xie Yingfeng.

"Your medicine smells really bad!" Xie Yingfeng said to Zhou Ziqi while stirring the hot water with a ladle.

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Zhou Ziqi rolled his eyes at him, "You talk too much!"

Then he turned to Su Jixiang, "Madam Wei, please come and help."

"Oh." Su Jixiang was originally standing in the corner of the room, and walked over after hearing the words.

Zhou Ziqi had drawn the curtains beside the bed, so Wei Ling lying on the bed could not be seen.

"Help me seal his wounds with cowhide to prevent them from being damaged by water." Zhou Ziqi said, "The cold in his body has relapsed, causing his internal injuries to worsen. If he doesn't take a medicinal bath to get rid of his cold quickly, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for three days with internal and external injuries."

"Ah? So serious? Didn't you use the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill on him?" Xie Yingfeng, who was stirring the water at the side, was shocked when he heard this.

The herbs in the water need to be stirred constantly so that the medicinal properties of the herbs can be fully exerted.

So Xie Yingfeng's hands couldn't stop...even though his arms were already sore from stirring for a while.

"Do you really think that the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill is an elixir? It's just to keep him suicidal for a while!" Zhou Ziqi said unhappily, "This guy simply doesn't take his own life seriously!"

Xie Yingfeng... "How is he...now?" Xie Yingfeng glanced at Su Jixiang and asked cautiously.

"We'll take it one step at a time." Zhou Ziqi said with a low sigh. "Do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Xie Yingfeng's hand stirring the water froze, and he looked at Su Jixiang again.

Su Jixiang lowered his eyes. From his angle, he could not see any expression on her face.

Xie Yingfeng quickly stirred the water, and then immediately added, "He has always been lucky! He has never died so many times! It's the same this time!"

Zhou Ziqi turned around and glared at him, and Xie Yingfeng had no choice but to shut up.

The room suddenly became quiet.

"Come and help." Zhou Ziqi pulled aside the curtain, revealing Wei Ling lying on the bed.

His clothes had been taken off by Zhou Ziqi, leaving him almost naked, but luckily Zhou Ziqi left him a pair of pants. All the external injuries on his body had been treated, but there were too many scars on his body, so that his upper body was almost wrapped in gauze...

"He has twelve wounds of varying sizes." Zhou Ziqi pulled Wei Ling up and signaled Su Jixiang to tie the cowhide he had prepared around his body. "Three of them were so deep that you could see the bones, and two of them almost killed him. The rest are not so bad. They look scary, but they are just superficial injuries. He just lost a lot of blood and is very weak now."

Su Jixiang's hands were steady and he was hardly affected by what Zhou Ziqi said.

Zhou Ziqi looked at Su Jixiang's actions, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

The Madam Wei in front of me was surprisingly calm and composed!

If an ordinary woman saw so many wounds, and her husband was injured, she would probably be scared to tears...

But she seemed unmoved.

The movements are fast and gentle!

"Has Madam Wei ever studied medicine?" Zhou Ziqi couldn't help but ask after seeing how she wrapped the wound.

"No." Su Jixiang and others looked up and said after tying the last piece of cowhide firmly on Wei Ling's body.

"But Madam Wei's movements seem to be well-trained." Zhou Ziqi's eyes were more inquiring.

"Oh. I'm good at cooking. Isn't wrapping this just like wrapping rice dumplings?" Su Jixiang said.

In fact, she had learned first aid for a period of time in the military, which was why she could wrap it up so quickly and well... Modern war first aid techniques are much better than those of ancient people! And more scientific! But she couldn't say this to Zhou Ziqi.

Zhou Ziqi...

He had never thought that the idea of wrapping this was similar to wrapping zongzi, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense...

"Yes, yes, yes. You don't know, the food cooked by Madam Wei is so delicious." Xie Yingfeng, who was stirring the water at the side, quickly took over the conversation and said, "If you have tasted it, you will know how delicious it is!"

"I just stewed some wild boar meat. If you don't mind, you can keep some for yourself later." Su Jixiang said, looking up.

"Okay, okay. We'll definitely have a meal when Wei Ling gets better." Xie Yingfeng said with a smile.

Although I said this, I was just comforting myself.

Zhou Ziqi has made it very clear that Wei Ling is still in a life-or-death situation...

He always knew that Wei Ling suffered from cold, but what about this internal injury?

Why didn't Wei Ling mention this to him before? Even Zhou Ziqi, who had been treating him, had never told him about this before?

After Su Jixiang tied up the cowhide, Wei Zhong came over again with two large buckets of hot water. The water in the wooden barrels was almost half full.

About another quarter of an hour later, the medicine had finished soaking and the water temperature was adjusted to slightly hot. Xie Yingfeng and Zhou Ziqi worked together to lift Wei Ling into the vat.

"You guys go out now." Zhou Ziqi said. "I'll give him a needle later."

Su Jixiang and Xie Yingfeng were kicked out again.

"I still have meat stewing in the pot. I'll go take a look." Su Jixiang said to Xie Yingfeng.

"Oh." Xie Yingfeng scratched his head and wanted to comfort Su Jixiang, but he couldn't seem to find any words to comfort him.

Su Jixiang knew clearly what Wei Ling's current situation was. He couldn't say anything against his will and could only stare blankly at Su Jixiang's departing back.

Su Jixiang was actually a little confused in his heart.

If Wei Ling really couldn't make it, then she might really be free.

As the widow of General Wei, she can justify whatever she does.

If she continued to stay in Mangcheng, with Wei Ling's prestige in Mangcheng, whether she wanted to open a shop or do any other business, she would be successful and respected.

But does she really want Wei Ling to die?

Su Jixiang looked up at the setting sun and let out a long sigh.