He had been whipped, with whip marks of varying severity across his chest.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who did such ruthless work?" The middle-aged lady sat down at the edge of the bed, delightedly undid Gu Chengfeng's clothes, and examined him with satisfaction. "Oh, just look at this physique, I've struck gold today! Ginkgo!"
"Madam." The maid walked over.
The middle-aged lady smiled and said, "Go fetch the best bottle of golden sore medicine from my room, and the Yu Xue ointment as well. I want him spotlessly clean, with not a single whip mark left."
The maid hesitated for a moment and said, "But it seems like he's fallen ill. He hasn't woken up during the journey, could he be dying?"
The middle-aged lady glared at her fiercely, "You're the one who's dying! Do you curse me like that?"
The maid replied quietly, "I, I wasn't talking about you."
The middle-aged lady snorted, "He's my money tree that I've found. If you curse him to die, it's like cursing me to lose money!"