Chapter 8: Crippled Legs

On the other side, Shen Yijia had just carried Song Jingchen back to his room when Madam Li’s eldest maidservant, Bi Zhu, walked in with two sets of mourning robes.

Although she was shocked when she first saw Shen Yijia’s face, Bi Zhu could now face her calmly.

She bowed to Shen Yijia. “Young Madam, Madam Li asked me to send these robes over for you to change into.”

Looking at the clothes, Shen Yijia did not object. She tilted her head and said, “I want to take a shower first. Can you get me some water first?”

It was unknown how long it had been since this body last bathed, but Shen Yijia could smell it.

She was covered in blood again just now. The smell was really unpleasant. Even Shen Yijia, who was not usually concerned about such matters, could not stand it.

“I’ll get someone to bring water over.” As she spoke, she quickly left the house.

She didn’t have to wait long before someone carried the water to the bathroom next door.

Shen Yijia glanced at Song Jingchen, who was still unconscious on the bed. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then walked over and condensed two drops of spiritual liquid to feed him.

She comforted herself silently, telling herself that her heart didn’t ache. This was her husband. If he died, everything would be lost.

Her husband was so good-looking that she had no intention of replacing him just yet.

Someone had already filled the bathtub with water. It was still steaming hot.

Shen Yijia was amazed. This mobility…

When Shen Yijia finally saw her own reflection in the water, she was shocked. She even forgot to take off her clothes before submerging herself in the water.

Oh my, who was this demon in the water?

She was so dirty that it took her an hour to wash up.

Her face was now clean, revealing her original appearance.

Perhaps because she was malnourished all year round, her face was only the size of a palm. Fortunately, her facial features were exquisite, and she was a delicate and lively beauty.

Perhaps because she had bathed for too long, her face was red and slightly puffy. Her eyes were as clear and lively.

The maidservant who had been waiting outside the door was stunned.

She reacted and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.

When Shen Yijia returned to her room, Uncle Yang had just arrived with the doctor and was helping Song Jingchen to wash up.

If it was in the past, it would not have taken so long to find a doctor. They would have rushed over.

However, at this moment, many of them dared not come for fear of getting into trouble.

What a world.

The wounds on Song Jingchen’s body had been left untreated for too long. The dried blood had already glued his clothes and flesh together.

Helpless, Uncle Yang could only get a pair of scissors and cut his clothes apart piece by piece.

Even though he was being extra careful, every time he tore off a piece of cloth, blood would keep flowing out of the wounds.

Shen Yijia, who was watching from the side, was shocked. She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

After cleaning him up, Song Jingchen’s wounds were revealed.

The most serious injuries were the deep whip marks on his back and legs. There were also many other wounds, but they were completely negligible compared to these two areas.

Shen Yijia stood at the side, her frown deepening. How painful it must’ve been!

The doctor checked and sighed. “The heir’s life is not in danger. The wounds on his back will be healed with some medicine. However, these injuries might leave scars in the future…”

At this point, he paused before continuing, “The problem is with his legs. I’m afraid he will never be able to stand up again!”

Shen Yijia fell silent and subconsciously pinched her fingers without saying anything.

After applying the medicine for Song Jingchen, Shen Yijia was left alone with him in the room.

She walked to the bed and looked at Song Jingchen’s good-looking face. She couldn’t help herself. She poked him and muttered, “It’s time to wake up!”