After instructing Fan Lin to prepare the medicinal bath, she was so engrossed in her work that it was already late into the night.
When Feng Jiu left Feifei's room, she couldn't help but rub her neck and hands. She had barely rested all day—from Mo Ze's affairs to Qin Xin and Feifei's injuries, the entire day had slipped away like this.
Fortunately, after tonight's treatment, Feifei had recovered nearly sixty to seventy percent. With one more session tomorrow, she would be almost fully healed.
"Master, please drink this soup first!" Leng Shuang entered carrying a bowl of steaming broth. "After drinking the soup, take a hot bath and rest early. We'll keep watch over Hell's Lord here."
Feng Jiu smiled. "Alright." Exhausted after a long day, she couldn't eat much else. After drinking the bowl of stewed soup, she took a hot bath as Leng Shuang arranged.
