kvmb Chapter 82 Caring and Providing Medicine
Chapter 82 Caring and Providing Medicine
The men who had been flogged were carefully carried back to their tents. The soldiers were careful not to use any force, moving them as gently as if afraid of causing them any more pain.
The atmosphere inside the tent was heavy. The people were settled into their beds one by one, a scene that evoked pity.
Puyang Minghui and Nalan Xingyao, unable to withstand the intense pain, both fainted.
Their faces were ashen, their lips were bitten raw by their teeth, revealing specks of crimson blood, and their bodies twitched slightly from the intense pain. The wounds inflicted by the military batons were particularly shocking, and the bloodstains made their condition even more pitiful.
Although Chu Yichen was still conscious, his condition was equally wretched. His eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and his lips were bleeding from being bitten so hard.
Beads of sweat rolled down his face, completely soaking his forehead. His fists were clenched, and his body under the covers trembled slightly, clearly enduring immense pain, but he stubbornly refused to utter a single groan.
Even Ji Moyu, who is known for his coldness and forbearance, showed a rare look of pain at this moment.
He lay on the bed, his brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, his face colder and harder than usual, and the corners of his mouth trembling slightly from the exertion, clearly gritting his teeth and enduring it.
His chest heaved, his breathing became slightly rapid, and the fine sweat on his forehead washed away his calm facade.
He tried his best to maintain a semblance of composure, as if unwilling to let others see his vulnerable side, but the barely perceptible twitching and stiffness of his body betrayed him, exposing his limits at this moment.
At this moment, Chu Qiuchi was undoubtedly in the best condition. Compared to the others, she had received fewer blows, and although she was equally weak, she could still move with difficulty.
This experience of being punished gave her a deeper understanding of the severity of military law—the pain of the cane hitting her body seemed to seep into her bones, making her deeply understand the true meaning of "military law is as heavy as a mountain."
This is not only a punishment, but also a warning, reminding her to be more cautious in her future actions.
Chu Qiuchi lay on the bed, enduring the stinging pain from his wounds, and turned his head with difficulty to look at Chu Yichen and Ji Moyu. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Brother, Xiaoyuer... do you have any more healing medicine? If you do, take it out and use it! Otherwise, lying here like this will hurt like hell."
Chu Yichen frowned slightly, closed his eyes and searched through his mental space for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
"I used them all up during my previous training and forgot to replenish them. Now I'm really out of them."
Ji Moyu also said in a low voice, "I don't have any left either."
Upon hearing this, Chu Qiuchi immediately deflated, helplessly lying on the bed and letting out a sigh.
"My goodness... I was thinking of treating Minghui and Xingyao's wounds first, but we don't even have any medicine! It seems we can only endure the pain and lie here for a while. Let's just wait for Minghui to wake up; her healing skills are still somewhat effective."
The group exchanged silent glances, forced to endure the pain as they lay on the beds, quietly recovering. The wounds from the corporal punishment burned intensely; every movement seemed to pull at the muscles, causing waves of tearing agony.
Just as the atmosphere became somewhat oppressively quiet, the tent flap was suddenly and gently lifted. Everyone turned to look at the person who entered; it was none other than Ji Mosen.
"Greetings, Commander! What brings you here? We won't greet you yet!"
Chu Qiuchi greeted them with a weak smile, her voice trying to sound relaxed, but clearly carrying pain.
Ji Mosen waved his hand, his voice calm but concerned.
"It's alright, I just came to check on you."
His gaze swept over the group in turn, finally settling on Puyang Minghui and Nalan Xingyao, both of whom were unconscious, pale-faced, and covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Then, he looked at Chu Yichen and Ji Moyu. Although they were still trying their best to stay conscious, their expressions of enduring pain betrayed their condition. Finally, his gaze fell on Chu Qiuchi, his eyes darkening slightly, and his brows furrowing tightly.
"You didn't use any healing potions?" Ji Mosen asked in a deep voice.
Chu Qiuchi gritted his teeth and forced a smile. "Reporting to the commander, no. We used them all up during the previous training, and the war zone hasn't had time to replenish them yet. Now... we can only rely on lying down and slowly enduring it."
Hearing her answer, Ji Mosen frowned even more. He didn't say anything more, but took out several bottles of potions that emitted a faint glow from his mental space and handed them to Chu Qiuchi.
"Here are a few bottles of high-quality wound healing potion. Use them quickly."
Chu Qiuchi's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw the potion handed over by Ji Mosen, and he couldn't help but hesitate before speaking.
"Commander, isn't it... too extravagant to use such high-grade healing potion on us like this?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Mosen's eyes turned cold, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Luxury? You're all injured like this, and you're still worrying about these things? If you really think it's a waste to use the medicine, then I'll take it back right now and leave it for someone else."
After saying that, he made a gesture as if to take back the medicine.
Upon seeing this, Chu Qiuchi quickly reached out and took the medicine, his face plastered with a fawning smile.
"Commander, no, no, no! You're right. We're injured like this, we can't afford to be coy. We have to make good use of this medicine, we can't waste it!"
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Ji Moyu, her tone carrying a hint of playful teasing.
"Look how much you love our little fish! We can't let your precious grandson suffer, right?"
Ji Mosen was amused, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He patted Ji Moyu's shoulder, his tone indulgent.
"Of course, our little fish needs the best! Get well soon, don't let me feel bad seeing her like this."
After making his joke, Chu Qiuchi quickly distributed the medicine to Ji Moyu and Chu Yichen, who took it without hesitation. The medicine took effect rapidly, and the wounds began to heal at a visible speed, while the excruciating pain was also greatly reduced.
However, Chu Qiuchi knew very well that the medicine could only relieve the external injuries; the internal injuries would still require time to heal. She also took a bottle of medicine and felt its effects slowly spreading throughout her body, which greatly reduced the pain.
Then, she picked up two bottles of medicine, forced herself to get up, and carefully fed them to the unconscious Nalan Xingyao and Puyang Minghui.
The medicine was exceptionally effective, and soon Nalan Xingyao and Puyang Minghui slowly awoke. Their faces were still pale, but they had regained some of their energy.
When they learned from Chu Qiuchi that the medicine had been brought by Ji Mosen personally, their eyes were filled with deep gratitude.
Puyang Minghui lay on the bed, a faint smile on her lips.
"As expected of the commander, the potion's effects are truly remarkable. If the pain continues, I'm starting to doubt whether I can even survive."
Nalan Xingyao leaned against the pillow and nodded gently, her voice tinged with gratitude.
"We will remember this kindness. We are truly fortunate to be able to use this high-level potion."
Upon hearing this, Chu Qiuchi couldn't help but smile, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"Isn't it all thanks to our Little Fish? This potion was personally delivered by the Commander, and it's a high-grade one, priceless and hard to find. We should thank our Little Fish more often in the future."
Ji Moyu frowned slightly, glanced at her indifferently, his eyes full of helplessness.
Ji Mosen stood to the side, listening to their conversation, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on his lips. Seeing their injuries gradually improving, his brow finally relaxed a little.
"You guys don't need to participate in training for now. Take a few days to rest and fully recover. Especially Qiu Chi, rest well and don't rush into training. Your health is the most important thing."
Puyang Minghui gave a weak smile.
“Commander, even if you don’t say anything, we still need to rest for a few days. That beating was really excruciating; even the medicine couldn’t stop the pain. If we really go to training, we’ll probably be crippled before we can even take two steps.”
Her words drew a soft laugh, and Nalan Xingyao managed a forced smile.
"That's right, Commander, don't worry. This time we promise to lie down and rest quietly and not make ourselves suffer."
As Ji Mosen listened to their words, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he nodded.
"Alright, take a few days to rest. I'll see how you perform once you've recovered."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ji Moyu again, seemingly to check on his condition. Seeing that Ji Moyu's face was still slightly pale, but his spirits were relatively stable, he turned and left.
Watching Ji Mosen's departing figure, the tent fell silent, but a strange warmth welled up in the hearts of the group.