When the mother and daughter brought the boy back to the mountain residence, it was already dark, and Mu Jin's eyes were already crying red. Mu Xiaorui touched her daughter's head and comforted softly: "Jin'er, stop crying, go and get less hot water, let's clean his wounds." Mu Jin wiped his tears and ran out.

Mu Xiaorui found scissors and cut the boy's clothes on his chest to pieces. The wound on his chest was shocking. At this time, the clothes were stuck to the wound. Mu Xiaorui looked at the heart and said to herself: "Poor child, he looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, why did he suffer such a serious injury?" She gently looked at the boy's wound with herbs and saw traces of herbs applied to the wound. It was her daughter who had stopped the bleeding for him. However, the new and old injuries were severely bleeding now, and his face was gray. He had to deal with the wound quickly and stop the bleeding again.

After a while, Mu Jin ran in with a wooden basin, which contained half a basin of hot water. Mu Xiaorui used clear water to clean the wounds for the boy. Suddenly, she frowned and turned to Mu Jin and said, "Go to your mother's pharmacy, bring a cowhide bag in the cabinet in the west!" Mu Jin ran out with gratitude and rattle, and then folded it back, put the cowhide bag he said to be at the bedside, blinking his big eyes and staring at the boy nervously.

"Jin'er, why don't you go out and take a break first?"

Mu Jin turned his head and looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, is it that brother is going to die? You just asked Jin'er to go out?" As he said that, tears seemed to be in his eyes.

"Oh..." Mu Xiaorui sighed, touched his daughter's head and said, "No, it's because this little brother was injured for too long. Although you simply stopped bleeding for him, the new and old injuries have been necrotic, and the blood and flesh have been necrotic. Mom needs to cut off the necrotic flesh on his chest. Mom doesn't want you to see... Can you go out and wait first?"

"Mom, I'm not afraid! Jin'er is already a big child!" Mu Jin blinked his big eyes and looked at his mother with a determined look on his face.

"Oh, that's fine."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Mu Jin. He opened the cowhide bag, pulled out a sharp knife from it, and repeatedly burned it on the candlelight. After that, he plucked out the black flesh that had been stuck to the clothes on the boy's chest little by little. Mu Jin watched his mother's treatment of the boy without saying a word, and his little face turned pale. She bit her lower lip desperately, not letting herself scream or cry.

After Mu Xiaorui cleaned the wound and bandaged it, it was already noon. Mu Xiaorui wiped her sweat and looked at her daughter who was standing aside and motionless. Seeing that she looked at her, she smiled and said to her, "Don't be afraid of Jin'er. The little brother is fine." Mu Jin stood still. Mu Xiaorui wanted to reach out to touch her daughter's head, but Mu Jin closed her eyes and fell into her mother's arms. Mu Xiaorui was startled and grabbed her daughter's hand and evaded. It turned out that she was overdrawn and fainted. That's right, this girl had been tossing all night. Although she had lived in this mountain residence since she was a child, she had never experienced anything. She must have been frightened last night and was tired now.

Mu Xiaorui hugged Mu Jin to rest and sat by the bed. She touched her daughter's head with pain and said to herself: "I didn't expect you to have such a personality. The expression just now looked very similar to your father, and her temper was the same stubborn..."
Chapter completed!