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The outer robe was untied, revealing that the clothes underneath were in tatters.

Strangely, there were no particularly deep wounds, and the bones did not appear to be broken.

She frowned. This didn't make sense.

Enduring a bolt of lightning shouldn't result in just superficial injuries.

But I can't think about that right now.

She turned and went to the basin by the door, scooped up a ladle of cold water, added some hot water, and tested the temperature.

Then he took a clean cloth, soaked it, wrung it out, and went back to the bedside.

We need to clean him up thoroughly. Otherwise, we can't apply the medicine.

She sat down beside him, gently placing a cloth on his face. Starting from his forehead, she wiped his face little by little.

The black ash mixed with bloodstains, when wiped away, revealed the skin underneath, which was pale from excessive blood loss, but it didn't seem... that serious.

My hand paused as I rubbed her neck. Further down, it reached her chest.

She bit her lip, her fingers stiffening slightly. But she didn't stop.

She moved very gently, afraid of hurting him. Although he was unconscious, he probably couldn't feel it.

After wiping the upper body, it's time to wipe the lower body.

Her gaze moved downwards. Her pants were torn, and her thighs were covered in cuts and bruises. Further down…

Her face flushed instantly, and her ears started ringing.

There are two voices arguing in my head.

One person said, "Stop looking, hurry up and finish wiping it and cover it up." The other said, "How can I apply medicine if it's not clean? What if the wound gets infected?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was more focused. Her hands didn't stop moving; she moved the cloth down to wipe the wound on her thigh.

The movements were quick and light, as if they were completing some difficult task.

Then, inevitably, I saw that.

Her mind went blank with a sudden "boom." Her eyes were fixed on the screen, and she forgot to look away.

Her face was so hot it could fry an egg. Her hand froze in mid-air, and water droplets from the towel fell onto the sheets, staining them with a small dark patch.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe it was just a moment.

She snapped out of her daze and hurriedly grabbed the thin blanket next to her, trying to cover him with it.

Her hands were shaking so badly that she lost her grip on the blanket and it fell halfway down. In her haste to pull it back, her fingers somehow brushed against that spot in her panic.

Soft. Warm.

She jerked her hand back as if burned, sprang up, took two steps back, and slammed her back against the wall with a thud.

His chest heaved violently, and he was breathing heavily. His face was flushed and pale, and his eyes were filled with panic and helplessness.

She...she just...bumped into something?

It wasn't intentional.

It really wasn't intentional.

It's just... it's just that I didn't hold it properly...

She tried desperately to explain in her mind, but her face burned even more.

She stood there for a while before slowly recovering. Biting her lip, she walked back to the bedside, this time staring intently at the ceiling, afraid to look down.

He groped around and covered him tightly with a thin blanket, leaving only his upper body exposed.

Then, she took out a small jade bottle from her bosom.

This is the medicine Shuiyue gave her; it works very well.

She poured some into her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and gently applied it to the wound on his chest. The ointment was cool and had a faint herbal scent.

She applied the ointment very carefully, leaving no wound untouched.

After applying the medicine, she went to find a clean set of clothes.

She opened the bedside cabinet, inside were several blue cloth garments folded. She took out one set and walked back to the bed.

Changing clothes is an even bigger problem.

She stood by the bed, looking at the person wrapped in the blanket, then at the clean clothes in her hand, and didn't move for a long time.

Finally, she steeled herself, lifted a corner of the blanket, closed her eyes, and groped to put his sleeves on. Inevitably, she touched his body in the process, and her fingers trembled, causing her to move even faster.

She didn't have the courage to put the pants down, so she just placed the clean ones by the bed and covered him up again with the blanket.

After doing all this, she felt completely exhausted, her back drenched in sweat. Leaning against the bed, she slowly slid down to the floor, hugged her knees, and buried her face in them.

The room was quiet. The only sound was his steady breathing, rising and falling.

As she listened to that voice, the initial panic in her heart gradually subsided, replaced by a heavy, suffocating feeling.

It was her. She used the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique to strike him down.

Even though it was his own request, and even though he didn't dodge it... but if... if something really happened to him...

She dared not think.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps and noisy voices came from outside the door.

"Ogawa! How's Ogawa?!"

It was Tian Ling'er's voice, urgent and panicked.

"It's inside. Junior Nephew Lu brought it back." Su Ru's voice was relatively calm, but it revealed her exhaustion.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Tian Ling'er was the first to rush in, her fiery red skirt billowing in the wind.

She saw the person lying on the bed at a glance, her face turned pale instantly, and she rushed to the bedside: "Xiao Chuan! You...you..." her voice was trembling with sobs.

Su Ru and Tian Buyi followed them in, followed by Song Daren, Zhang Xiaofan, and the others, all crowding at the doorway, their faces full of anxiety.

Tian Buyi walked to the bedside in a few steps. His chubby face lost its usual sternness, and his brows furrowed into a knot.

He reached out and placed his hand on Jiang Xiaochuan's wrist, probing in with his spiritual energy.

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at Tian Buyi.

Tian Buyi closed his eyes, his expression shifting. First came solemnity, then confusion, and finally disbelief.

He opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at Su Ru, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Master, Xiao Chuan, he..." Su Ru asked softly.

Tian Buyi frowned even more deeply and shook his head: "Strange. Very strange."

"What's wrong, Dad? Xiao Chuan, he..." Tian Ling'er was so anxious she was about to cry.

"No injuries. My bones are fine, my internal organs are fine, and my meridians... are also okay. It's just some superficial wounds, which look scary, but they're nothing serious."

Everyone was stunned.

"Then...then why is he unconscious?" Du Bishu asked.

"this……"

Tian Buyi examined it again, his brows furrowing deeply. "It seems like... excessive exertion? Depletion of spiritual energy?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Jiang Xiaochuan's face, then shifted away, sweeping over Lu Xueqi, who was standing to the side with her head down, his expression complex.

Upon hearing "no injury," Tian Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart tightened again when she heard "excessive exertion."

She suddenly turned her head and glared at Lu Xueqi, who had been sitting silently by the bed, her eyes suddenly blazing with fire.

"It's you! Lu Xueqi! You're the one who got him like this! If you hadn't used that damned lightning technique, how could he... how could he..."

She was about to pounce on him when Su Ru grabbed her arm.

"Ling'er!" Su Ru's voice became stern.

"Mother! Don't stop me!"

Tian Ling'er struggled, tears streaming down her face. "Look at him! His face is all black! His hair is all burnt! It's all her fault! It's all because of her!"

Lu Xueqi didn't move or look up. She simply clenched her hands, which were resting on her knees.

My fingernails dug into my palm, it hurt a lot. But it was nothing compared to the dull, aching pain in my heart.

She knew. Tian Ling'er was right. It was her.

"Senior Sister Ling'er, calm down."

Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward, blocking Tian Ling'er and Lu Xueqi. "The most important thing right now is that Senior Brother Jiang is alright. Master said that Senior Brother Jiang wasn't seriously injured, just exhausted. We'll talk about it after he wakes up."

Tian Ling'er looked at Zhang Xiaofan, then at Jiang Xiaochuan who was unconscious on the bed, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

She broke free from Su Ru's hand, rushed to the bedside, grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's uninjured hand, pressed it to her face, and began to sob.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive. No one spoke. Only Tian Ling'er's suppressed sobs could be heard.

Tian Buyi sighed and waved his hand, "Alright, everyone disperse. Let him rest well. As long as he's alright, that's good."

Su Ru also whispered to Tian Ling'er, "Ling'er, listen to me, go back first. Let Xiao Chuan get a good night's sleep. You can come see him again when he wakes up."

Tian Ling'er refused, clinging tightly to Jiang Xiaochuan's hand. Su Ru had to coax her a lot before she finally managed to pull her up and half-drag, half-carry her out.

Song Daren and the others glanced inside the room, then at their master's expression, and silently withdrew, gently closing the door behind them.

Only Tian Buyi, Su Ru, and Lu Xueqi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, remained in the room.

Tian Buyi walked up to Lu Xueqi and looked at her.

Lu Xueqi finally raised her head and met his gaze. Her face was very pale, her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes were lifeless, only a silent gray.

"Junior Nephew Lu, what happened today... isn't your fault. It was Xiao Chuan who was presumptuous and insisted on taking it on. You... don't take it too hard."

Lu Xueqi didn't speak, but gently shook her head. Her lips moved, and her voice was soft and hoarse: "It's my fault."

Su Ru walked over, gently patted her shoulder, and said softly, "Xueqi, you should go back and rest first. Buyi and I will look after things here. Xiaochuan has woken up; I'll have Ling'er tell you."

Lu Xueqi shook her head again, her voice even lower: "I'll wait for him to wake up."

Su Ru wanted to persuade him further, but Tian Buyi gave her a wink. Su Ru sighed and didn't say anything more.

Tian Buyi checked Jiang Xiaochuan's condition again, his brow still furrowed. He straightened up and said to Su Ru, "You stay here and watch over him. I'm going out to ask Senior Brother Daoxuan. This situation... I have a feeling something's not right."

Su Ru nodded: "Go ahead."

Tian Buyi turned and went out the door.

The room fell silent again. Su Ru sat down by the bed, looked at her unconscious disciple, and sighed softly. Lu Xueqi remained seated on the floor, hugging her knees, her eyes fixed on a spot on the ground, motionless.

Time passed slowly. The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the lights were turned on inside. The dim, yellowish light illuminated the quiet profile of the person on the bed.

Su Ru got up to pour herself a glass of water to moisten her dry throat. When she returned, she saw Lu Xueqi still in that position, like a stone statue.

"Xueqi," Su Ru called softly, "the ground is cold, get up and sit on a chair."

Lu Xueqi seemed not to hear her. After a long while, she slowly raised her head and looked at Su Ru. Her eyes were vacant, and her voice was light and airy: "Uncle Su, he... he'll be alright, won't he?"

Su Ru felt a pang of sadness. She walked over and knelt down beside her, taking her cold hand in hers and nodding vigorously, "Yes, everything will be alright. Xiao Chuan... he's tough."

Lu Xueqi looked at her, her eyes slowly welling up with tears, but she quickly suppressed them. She lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

Just then, the person on the bed suddenly moved.

Su Ru and Lu Xueqi looked over at the same time.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened them. His eyes were a little dazed, and his focus slowly came together. He looked at the ceiling, then slowly turned his neck to look at the bedside.