He stood up and walked over to Nanrong Wanqing, slightly lifting the hem of her clothes. As expected, all the wounds had turned pale and needed to be dealt with as soon as possible. As for the wound on the inner thigh, he knew without looking that it wouldn't be much better.
"You rest first. I'll go find something."
Because he was afraid those people would catch up, Ling Chen didn't dare to go too far. He wandered nearby, found some herbs, and then returned to Nanrong Wanqing's side.
Having applied the herbs on Nanrong Wanqing's waist wound, she took care of the wound on her thigh by herself.
He did want to help but figured Nanrong Wanqing probably wouldn't allow it.
After treating Nanrong Wanqing's wounds, Ling Chen sat with his back to her and asked her to apply the herbs to his own wounds.
"Where are we now?" Listening to the birdsong around, Nanrong Wanqing asked.