C3 The Beautiful Legend of Feng Qishan That Had to be Mentioned

When the sun set in the west, Qingcheng, who had been busy for a long time, tidied up her medicine basket.

100 years of ginseng, 10 years of Polygonum multiflorum, 100 years of Angelica, 37 and many other precious herbs. From this basket filled with herbs, it could be seen that her harvest this time was pretty good, a bit beyond her imagination.

She put the basket on her back and began to walk down the mountain, but at that moment she saw a person lying in the middle of the road a few dozen feet away. His clothes were naked, his hair was dirty, and he was covered in mud.

Qingcheng narrowed her eyes, revealing a sun-dried scar that extended from his body to the shrubbery.

Mo Qingcheng thought for a moment before carefully going around, planning to continue on her journey. She planned to hurry back when the sky was completely dark, so she might be able to make it in time for dinner.

However, not long after he left, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks, and then immediately retreated back to that person's side.

Qingcheng crouched down, staring at the motionless figure on the ground.

"If you still have any breath left, then move a little, and let me know that you're still alive."

Qingcheng raised her head and gazed through the dense foliage at the sun, which was setting in the west.

After a long while, the person on the ground finally moved. Qingcheng let out a sigh.

Ye Xiao held the man up. It wasn't that Qingcheng was strong, it was this man. To be exact, this man was too weak and weak. Although it looked very tall, it was as thin as firewood and as light as the clouds in the sky. It wasn't heavy at all.

Although he wasn't that heavy, it was still difficult for Mo Qingcheng to maintain the position of hugging him. Fortunately, he had a strong personality and a strong willpower, so he didn't rest during the journey back to the hospital.

Qingcheng hugged him as she kicked open the half-closed door with her foot, before walking into the courtyard.

Jin, who was preparing dinner in his room, suddenly heard a jarring sound coming from outside the courtyard. He was startled and hurriedly rushed out, wanting to have a good look at who had barged in.

"Brother Qingcheng, you …" Jin was dumbstruck by the sight before him. He only saw the emaciated Qingcheng carrying a beggar that was much taller than her. This scene was simply too shocking to behold.

"Gold, prepare some hot water." Ignoring Jin's strange gaze, Qingcheng carried the beggar into her room and gently placed him on the bed. At the same time, Jin walked in with a basin of hot water.

Taking advantage of this little bit of time, Qingcheng took out the candles she would normally be reluctant to use and lit them up. Then, she turned her head and ordered:

"Gold, give him a wash first, then feed him some hot water. If his injuries aren't too serious, then you can decide on it and treat it as your first internship."

As soon as she left the room, she heard Jin Feng's voice, and with a flash, she flew out of the room. As she turned her head, she saw Jin Feng's face, which was as pale as a corpse's, and she couldn't help but sigh at the sight of his face.

The wandering souls were shivering and their voices were shaking.

"Brother Qingcheng, you … Where did he get that beggar? This person... "He definitely won't be able to live."

Qingcheng furrowed her brows, dissatisfied with the poor performance of the gold.

"Brother Qingcheng, it's better if you call him a beggar … Throw him out. " After thinking for a long time, Jin didn't find any suitable words to describe his feelings. In the end, he could only use the word 'boom' to express his thoughts.

She rolled her eyes at Gold, but didn't say anything. She turned around and went back to her room, bent over her bed, and started examining it.

The man's entire face was bruised and swollen to the point that it looked like the three heads of a pig. His facial features could no longer be clearly seen, and coupled with his skinny body, he looked extremely weird and terrifying. It was no wonder that the gold would let out such a high-pitched scream. Anyone who saw that terrifying appearance would be shocked.

Qingcheng turned around and carried the water basin away. Then, she picked up a pair of scissors and used them to cut off his cloth-like clothes bit by bit. She was extremely cautious and didn't want to touch his wounds.

When the man's clothes were torn off like that, Qingcheng couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment. The man's body was covered with terrifying scars, and these scars were extremely ferocious. Looking closely at these wounds, there were also some extraordinary marks left behind by the whip, as well as the thorns' pricking wounds and cruel burns. On his chest, there was even a large blackened and dirty scorched skin. Clearly, it was a mark left behind by a soldering iron.

Because he was too thin, he didn't have much flesh on him, so his ribs could clearly be seen. At this moment, this scene was truly shocking and even shook a person's soul.

Qingcheng gently lifted up his arm. Her nails had been mercilessly plucked off, and because she was treated so inhumanly, her fingers were swollen like a pig's hoof, turning into a bloody mess.

She let out a breath of relief, gently and carefully putting down his arm. Carefully examining his legs, she found that both his legs had been injured to varying degrees, especially his left calf which had been broken, and not only were a few of his ten toes fractured, but most importantly, his toenails and toenails had been completely torn off. There were even knife marks and bloody holes on his feet.

From beginning to end, Jin didn't dare to enter the room, instead, he stood outside the door, cautiously peeking into the room.

He knew that he had seen many injured people by Mo Qingcheng's side. He even saw a hunter who had been bitten by a wolf, and whose intestines had been ripped out. That scene was extremely terrifying.

But now that he thought about it, the feeling this person gave him was even more shocking. He only felt his stomach churning non-stop as cold air came out from his body. Covering his mouth with his hands, he retreated a few steps and averted his gaze, not daring to take another look.

Compared to Jin's fear, Qingcheng was much more indifferent. She calmly commanded:

"Prepare the medicine to clean the wound."

The gold hiding at the entrance regained its senses and immediately went to the pharmacy in the front hall to bring the herbal medicine.

Usually, it was his job to clean the wounds of the injured, but today, he didn't have the courage to face those horrifying scars. Even if he was given a hundred guts, he still wouldn't dare to face it.

Qingcheng seemed to know what he was thinking, and didn't expect him to do it himself. Without saying a word, she took the bottle of medicine and instructed Jin to make some medicine in the kitchen first. Then, she dipped a clean piece of cotton into the warm liquid and began to wipe the man's body bit by bit.

It was probably because the medicine had stimulated the wound or the wound was too severe, causing the man to wake up from his deep coma. However, because there was a wound on his eyelid, the swelling was too severe, his eyes could not open at all, and only his lips were pursed tightly, showing that he had awoken.

Upon seeing this, Qingcheng's gaze tensed up for a moment before she gently said:

"I'm helping you clean your wounds and disinfect your wounds, so it's inevitable that it'll hurt a bit. If you feel too much pain, shout it out."

However, Qingcheng had already used up most of the water on his upper body. He didn't make a sound, and he didn't even make a sound. Only sweat covered his forehead and temples.

Perhaps it was because his extraordinary patience touched the softest spot in Qingcheng's heart, but she took out a handkerchief from her bosom to gently wipe away the sweat on his forehead.

After wiping off the upper half of her body, what came next was her lower half. In order to prevent the other party from feeling embarrassed, Qingcheng intentionally used a joking tone to say:

"You're a man, you shouldn't be afraid of being toyed with like a little girl, right?"

As the sound of her voice faded, Qingcheng couldn't help but chuckle. No matter how she thought about it, her words just now made people want to slap her. It was so seductive.

The man's body lightly trembled. He didn't know if it was because of the pain, the bone marrow, the abhorrent awkwardness, or both. However, he was still able to endure it silently. This kind of tolerance actually caused a sense of respect to rise up in Mo Qingcheng's heart.

As she did, Qingcheng fell into silence.

The man's upper body and waist were covered with wounds and bruises, but compared to the torture wounds on the inside of the big leg, they were on a completely different level.

The man's big legs were all burned on the inside by the soldering iron, and because the wounds were not properly tended for a long time, there were some white maggots growing on them. From the inside of his knees all the way to the big legs, they were filled with burn marks and knife marks, and there were even some wounds caused by some kind of torture device that could not be called torture, because the wounds were new and old, big and small, and deep and shallow.

Although she did not know what kind of person the torturer was. However, from the wounds on the man's body, it wasn't hard to tell how vicious the torturer's methods were. He actually understood the extreme limits of the human body. He knew that the softest and most obscure part of the body was the inner part of the body. To be tortured in such a place was to the point that the victim would rather die than be in danger of death. It was an extremely eerie and poisonous method of torture.

"Highly white wine, bone scraper, cloth belt, medicine." Qingcheng's countenance turned solemn as she commanded.

Jin gave a grunt of assent before walking out. She ran back and forth several times before she finally finished preparing all the items that Qingcheng needed.

Qingcheng stared at the items on the table. There were plenty of bottles and jars, but … He frowned, turned his head, and said to the gold:

"You stay here for a while, I'll be right back."

"En." Jin replied softly, but her glasses avoided the man's body as much as possible.