Jiang Xiong was terribly worried, but he wouldnât say anything. He could only look at Jiang Lai anxiously and apologize repeatedly.
"Sweetheart, itâs my fault. Are you in pain? Iâll carry you out."
Of course, Jiang Lai was in pain.
She merely glanced at Jiang Xiong with tears and, with a bit of defiance, said.
"Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you anymore. I donât want you to care."
"You... Father, that day I misspoke. You... youâre still young and donât understand a lot of things, sigh..."
He stammered for a long time but couldnât explain clearly; itâs no wonder the original character always had a falling out with him.
Finally, Jiang Lai didnât listen to his explanation. After leaving the mountain valley, she directly returned to the mansion.
The accident at the hunting ground resulted in two dead and thirteen injured, all of whom were nobility. Consequently, the hunting ground was immediately sealed off, and the official in charge lost his position and was sent to the execution platform.
Many were executed, whether deserved or undeserved, yet they never found out why the wild beasts lost control in the mountains.
That tiger was eventually surrounded and killed by Jiang Xiongâs troops. It took seven strong men working together to lift the tiger, and everyone who saw the dead tiger on the way down the mountain was utterly terrified.
Among the injured, Murong Dun was hurt the worst. After returning to the mansion, the Monarch sent an Imperial Physician, whose experience and medical skill were superb, but after examining Murong Dunâs leg, he shook his head helplessly.
"The injury is too severe; muscles and bones are all broken and infected. Itâs a blessing the life was saved at all, let alone the leg."
Murong Dun found it hard to accept, kept asking.
"Is there no saving my leg? Is my leg ruined?"
The Imperial Physician didnât answer directly.
"Itâs already a great fortune to save your life. Please, Prince, take care of yourself."
The Imperial Physicianâs words essentially sealed Murong Dunâs fate regarding his leg.
Unable to accept it, he sat dazed on the bed with a blank expression, not responding to anyone calling him.
Jiang Lai brought the medicine over and handed it to him.
"Drink your medicine."
Murong Dun looked at her with reddened eyes, his nostrils flaring intensely, his voice hoarse and suppressing despair.
"Drinking this now, what good will it do?!"
Jiang Lai looked at him, filled with heartache, tears falling faster than his.
"Weâll find another great doctor, and theyâll definitely heal your leg."
"Iâm a cripple now, a cripple!!"
"Husband, donât be like this! Thereâs still hope, there must be!"
The word âhopeâ suddenly reminded Murong Dun of Luoyangâs master.
Returning to the Prince Mansion, Luoyang had already become the maid Xiao Hua, and Murong Dun looked at her as if clutching a life-saving straw, urgently asked.
"Can your master save me? Your master surely can save me, right?"
Luoyang confidently nodded.
"Donât worry; my master possesses the medical skills to revive the dead and restore bones and flesh. Your leg injury wonât be a problem in front of him. I have already sent people to contact the elderly. Medical Immortal Island is three days from here; endure for three days, and once master arrives, he will definitely heal your leg."
Murong Dun finally reignited hope and grasped Luoyangâs hand.
"Aluo, thank goodness for you."
"Donât overthink it and focus on healing. Also... I saw Jiang Xiong personally save Jiang Lai that day; itâs a good breakthrough. If Jiang Lai comes to care for you these days, please pay her some attention. She already had some suspicions about you in the canyon those days."
Murong Dun was consumed by worries about his leg injury. He thought Luoyang was most concerned about his leg, but she was still primarily focused on revenge.
Though frustrated inside, he remembered the Imperial Physician saying he saved his life because of timely wound treatment and medication for pain relief and bruise reduction, which made him more patient and grateful to Luoyang.
"Hmm, I understand."
When changing the dressing, Luoyang volunteered to change the bandage for him.
As the bandage was unfolded, the hideous wound suddenly came into view, emitting an unbearable, dizzying rotten stench from being covered all day. Luoyang instinctively turned away, her brows tightly furrowed throughout, forcing herself to change the bandage quickly.
This scene seemed to stab at Murong Dun repeatedly, slicing into his wound, causing a faint pain.
That evening, Jiang Lai came to see him again, carrying a silver tray with various surgical tools for doctors and prescribed medications by the Imperial Physician.
"Iâm here to change your medication."
Murong Dun recalled the canyon incident and Luoyangâs advice, said little, allowing her to position his leg on a chair and gradually unwrap the bandage.
He was ready for Jiang Lai to show a disgusted expression at the sight.
So he watched her, waiting for validation of his thoughts, waiting for her to quickly finish and leave, allowing him peace.
As the bandage was undone, the wound was more swollen than before, with flesh curling, pus draining, and the skin covering bones turning pale, emitting a strong stench straight to the head, stinging the eyes.
The wound was deep, exposing bones, the fascia rotting under grey-white pus, and Jiang Lai prodded the swollen skin around the wound, yet Murong Dun showed no expression, as if unable to feel pain.
He just kept watching Jiang Lai.
Seeing her frown, with a sarcastic smile on her face, despair overwhelmed.
"You should go, let someone else come."
But Jiang Lai shook her head.
"The Imperial Physician said the rotting flesh around the wound must be timely cleaned, or it could threaten your life."
Saying so, she picked up a knife, scraping away the outer layer of decaying flesh bit by bit.
Murong Dun, though feeling little pain, was still disturbed watching his flesh get peeled away, silently enduring the touch of horror, throbbing pain hidden.
Little Buding couldnât watch, thinking Jiang Lai was ruthless.
"You can bear all this, Luoyang, as the heroine, with strong willpower almost couldnât help but vomit."
Jiang Lai carefully excavated his flesh with precision.
"Normally canât find such an opportunity."
As she spoke, her knife slipped, unintentionally slicing on the swollen part, causing Murong Dun to grit his teeth in pain, almost passing out.
"Jiang Lai, youââ!!"
"Iâm sorry, my husband, I didnât mean to; Iâm just, just too, too heartbroken, husband... Iâm sorry, seeing you suffer so much, I can only watch helplessly, unable to assist, Iâm... Iâm heartbroken, husband, if only I were the one injured, if only I could share some of your burden!"
Jiang Laiâs voice broke, beginning to cry, tears falling like a torrent, emotions long suppressed erupting, clinging to Murong Dunâs waist, sobbing shook him, stirring his heart, prompting his eyes to red and he couldnât help but gently pat Jiang Laiâs shoulder.
"Iâm okay... The Divine Doctor will come to save me, silly girl, stop crying; I wonât be in trouble."