Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 99

When Mo Chonggui landed, Shen Lingjun was dizzy and disoriented, unable to stand steadily for a moment.

Mo Chonggui helped her up, and she looked around and realized that she was in the Mo residence.

Mo Zhonggui led her quickly to a room deep inside the inner courtyard.

Upon entering, an even stronger stench of blood assaulted the senses.

Shen Lingjun saw a young man lying unconscious on the bed in the room, covered in blood, surrounded by several men dressed as his subordinates.

Mo Zhonggui said in a hoarse voice, "Save him."

Shen Lingjun couldn't help but glance at him.

She had never seen Mo Chonggui like this before.

In her memory, Mo Chonggui was evil, playful, and so powerful that he seemed to have everything under control.

Who is this boy on the bed, that he could make him so nervous?

But Shen Lingjun didn't dare to ask, and could only go forward to check on the boy's condition.

The boy had suffered several life-threatening injuries and had lost too much blood; he was now on the verge of death, with one foot in the grave.

If it had been any later, even a god might not have been able to save them.

Shen Lingjun immediately began treatment.

There were many medical instruments such as silver needles, knives, and tweezers, as well as various common first-aid medicines, which filled most of the room.

The people guarding the side all seemed to be subordinates of Mo Zhonggui who knew medicine. Shen Lingjun asked them to help out, and they all cooperated very well and were very efficient.

Mo Zhonggui stood to the side, his face grim, his lips pressed into a tight line, and his whole being exuded an aura of oppression.

The atmosphere in the room was tense and heavy. Apart from Shen Lingjun's occasional brief commands, there was no other sound.

At midnight, millions of dazzling fireworks burst into bloom in the night sky, and the crackling sound of firecrackers echoed from every household, enveloping Kyoto in a festive atmosphere of the New Year.

But the commotion did not affect the people in the room at all. Shen Lingjun had the windows closed to shut out the noise and smoke.

The tense rescue continued, time ticked by, and basins of bloody fluid were carried out of the house.

Three hours passed, and the night sky outside gradually changed from complete darkness to a faint light, with the eastern horizon turning into a cool, pale blue-green.

Shen Lingjun finally finished stitching up the last wound, put down the needle and thread in her hand, and silently let out a long breath.

This injury was quite tricky; she hadn't treated such a serious injury in several years, but fortunately, she hadn't forgotten how.

Mo Zhonggui came over and asked in a deep voice, "How is he?"

Shen Lingjun wiped his blood-covered hands with a cloth and said, "His injuries have all been treated. When he wakes up, it means he's out of danger."

Mo Zhonggui frowned: "So you mean his life is still in danger?"

Shen Lingjun said, "With such a serious injury, he needs time to recover. But you don't need to worry too much. If he has the will to live and is properly cared for, he should wake up as early as today or within a day or two at the latest."

As she spoke, Shen Lingjun instructed her subordinates on the nursing care that they should pay attention to afterward.

Mo Zhonggui's brows remained furrowed.

He didn't look at Shen Lingjun; his gaze remained fixed on the boy.

After a long pause, he said to Shen Lingjun, "Change your clothes at the Mo residence before going back."

Shen Lingjun was wearing her brand-new clothes for the New Year, but now they were covered in bloodstains and dirt, and were completely ruined.

She naturally did not refuse and followed a maid to another room in the inner courtyard.

A tub of hot water had been prepared for her in the room, along with a whole set of new clothes: a silver-white satin cloak with cloud and water patterns, a light purple cross-collar jacket, and a smoky purple brocade skirt with swastika patterns, similar to what she had worn when she arrived.

Shen Lingjun didn't stand on ceremony, took a good shower, and changed into clean clothes.

However, just as she was about to go out, she was stopped by two servants at the door.

"Madam Shen, you cannot leave for the time being."