Several days later, a faint, almost imperceptible tension and anxiety still lingered in the air of the Duke's Mansion, like the stillness after a storm, with hidden currents churning beneath it.
Inside Chen Cong's room, the light was soft, but the atmosphere was unusually warm and solemn.
Mu Lingyun was carefully changing his dressings, her movements gentle and practiced, while Xiao Yi assisted beside her.
Once the dressings were changed, Xiao Yi poured a large amount of life soul power into him.
Her hands trembled slightly as life force flowed slowly into Chen Cong's body like a trickling stream.
Although Mu Lingyun also possessed the life attribute, her life force was still slightly less effective than Xiao Yi's second-tier life force.
Following a specific route, Xiao Yi's life soul power was as warm and powerful as the spring sun, bringing significant relief to the injuries in Chen Cong's meridians.
Standing nearby and watching, Chen Menglin said with deep feeling, "Old Bookworm, with all those injuries of yours, thank goodness we have Ling Yun and Xiao Yi here. Otherwise, we'd really be in trouble."
Chen Cong smiled. He leaned against the bed, his face rather pale and his body somewhat weak, but his eyes remained bright.
Mu Lingyun said modestly, "You flatter me, Brother Meng. With Xiuxin away, I only gained some confidence after taking Chuxin and Yi Rong's advice."
"Brother Cong, you've only just awakened, and you're still weak. For today, let's just clear and nourish your meridians. We'll take it slowly. There's no rush."
Chen Menglin asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, how long will it take him to recover completely?"
Mu Lingyun considered it before answering seriously, "That mainly depends on the Dao wounds. Although they're not life-threatening, there are so many that recovery will take time."
"But Brother Cong