"I've only dealt with it superficially. Do you want to clean the remaining wounds yourselves, or should I call a maid?"
Although not explicitly stated, they all understood.
If it were anyone else, Mu Jingxuan wouldn't be so particular, but these were women their brothers cared about.
"I'll handle mine myself. Oh, right... Doctor Mu, could you help Lu Haoran with his wound?"
Xia Han said sheepishly.
Mu Jingxuan had noticed Lu Haoran's wound when he first entered. It was clearly a bite. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother.
The latter avoided his gaze and coughed lightly. "You're still injured yourself. You should let a maid help you with the medicine. I'll manage mine."
"Hao, you forgot, my apartment doesn't have a maid." What was this guy thinking, not even considering such a simple issue?
"I've left the medicine here. The wounds need to be treated quickly."
With that, Mu Jingxuan left. He was creating an opportunity for his brothers. Before leaving, he glanced again at Xuan Mohan, who was staring intently, and sighed, wondering if his brother having such a weakness was a good or bad thing.
Finally, after Mu Jingxuan left, Xuan Mohan moved, mechanically picking up a box of ointment.
He looked at Lan Qianqian, gently applying the ointment to her face first, his movements incredibly soft. Then, he slowly unbuttoned her clothes.
Upon seeing the dense bruises and swelling, intense killing intent flashed in his eyes, followed by deep concern. His touch became even gentler.
Beside them, Lu Haoran insisted on applying medicine to Xia Han. Xia Han had no choice. She had just woken up and felt pain all over. Moving her waist sent cold sweat down her brow. That scoundrel had been too rough; she, a pampered young lady, had never suffered such hardship.
Lu Haoran knew her waist was more seriously injured. Thus, he gently rolled up her clothes. Her slender waist was swollen due to the wound, forming a stark contrast with the natural concave curve on the other side.
He pressed his lips together, applying the medicine while observing Xia Han's condition. As soon as she winced, he would immediately stop. This back-and-forth, with just the wound on her waist, left him covered in sweat.
After treating a few more wounds, he looked up at Xia Han. "How are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. You should go get your hand treated by Doctor Mu. I can manage."
Lu Haoran didn't miss the frown on her brow or her swollen face.
"Stop talking. Let me put some medicine on your face."
Seeing Lu Haoran's unrefusing demeanor, Xia Han obediently stayed still.
"Hiss~"
"Does it hurt?" Lu Haoran felt a pang of concern. She hadn't cried out just now. Was he too rough?
Xia Han's eyes flickered. It didn't actually hurt, but... he was too close, so close that their breaths mingled.
Seeing Xia Han shake her head slightly, Lu Haoran continued applying the medicine.
His focused and attentive expression made it seem as though he was doing something incredibly important.
Xia Han couldn't help but stare, captivated. He was truly handsome; she had known that from the first time she saw him. Looking at him from such a close distance made her heart race, and her face felt tingly.
"Is there anywhere else..."
He turned around to ask her if there were any other spots to treat when their eyes met.
Lu Haoran froze, his gaze involuntarily drawn to her. After a moment, they both awkwardly shifted their gazes away.
"Is there anywhere else you need me to apply medicine to?" Lu Haoran asked, his eyes darting away.
"No, that's all. You... go find Doctor Mu to help you with yours." She still needed to apply a little more. She had felt uncomfortable when the man's large hands had moved over her body, so she had only let him treat the spots she couldn't reach.
"Alright. Then... rest well. I'll be going now."
After saying that, Lu Haoran walked out, feeling a little flustered and disoriented.
Sitting on a chair, Lu Haoran mindlessly applied ointment to his hands, his mind filled with Xia Han's slender waist, and perhaps even her abs? Her delicate and soft body, the lingering warmth on his hands...
"What's wrong with our Lu Dashao? Spacing out while applying medicine?" Qi Jiayou leaned against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on his lips as he teased him.
Disturbed, Lu Haoran frowned unhappily and leaned back lazily. "Didn't you find out anything?"
Despite his earlier outburst in the corridor, he had noticed the bodyguards reporting to You in hushed tones. Their expressions indicated there was something amiss.
"It's a bit difficult." Speaking of serious matters, Qi Jiayou also regained his composure.
So, this matter was going to be dropped?
Thinking of this, Lu Haoran felt stifled. He slammed his fist heavily onto the table, his expression turning sinister. "Don't let me find out who did this! If I do, I'll skin them alive."
"Why are you getting so angry? It's not like she's related to you in any way." Qi Jiayou watched his brother's obliviousness with amusement.
Lu Haoran froze for a moment, then blurted out, "But wasn't it like our sister-in-law who had an accident? How is it not related to me?"
Seeing Qi Jiayou's half-amused, half-knowing gaze, Lu Haoran felt a twinge of guilt. But why should he feel guilty?
Meanwhile, Xuan Mohan had finished applying the medicine. Before doing so, he had carefully wiped Lan Qianqian's body, as reverent as if he were treating a priceless work of art.
He had already decided she was the one for him for life, so there was no need to be reserved or look for a maid's help.
Just as he was about to get up, he saw Lan Qianqian's eyelashes flutter. Xuan Mohan thought he had misseen and stared intently.
After a moment, they fluttered again. As her eyes adjusted to the light, they slowly opened.
"Qianqian, you're awake. How are you? Where does it hurt?"
Seeing Lan Qianqian awake, Xuan Mohan was so pleasantly surprised that he was a bit clumsy.
"Is Qianqian awake? Qianqian, how are you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Hearing that Lan Qianqian was awake, Xia Han asked excitedly, but she accidentally touched her wound.
"Hiss~" But I'm still so happy.
Hearing the voices around her calling her name, Lan Qianqian's eyelashes trembled. She remembered something and let out a cry. "Wah~"
She had never experienced anything like this since she was a child. She had been terrified when she fell into the water today, unable to breathe and slowly suffocating. She truly thought she was going to die.
"What's wrong? Does somewhere hurt?" Xuan Mohan asked anxiously, then shouted, "Xuan, Xuan!"
"What is it?" Hearing Xuan Mohan's urgent shout, Mu Jingxuan strode in. He thought something serious had happened.
Upon entering, he couldn't help but smile helplessly.
At this moment, Lan Qianqian seemed to realize something and immediately stopped crying, sobbing twice.
"Xuan is here. Tell him if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?"
Xuan Mohan's brow was etched with worry.
Without the strength to speak, Lan Qianqian finally felt the pain all over her body. Each breath pulled at her ribs, causing a throbbing ache.
"Mmm~ It hurts."
Her eyes were teary and pitiful, making Xuan Mohan's heart clench.