Feng Yexuan had many wounds on his body.
But that wasn't the main point; he was never without wounds.
A man who had lived on the battlefield for nearly ten years.
What distressed Chu Qianli the most was that this time, the wounds were all from scratches or bites.
Many places were bitten until flesh and blood were mangled, still bleeding.
The blood flowing out, while not entirely dark, was also not bright red.
A body full of toxins!
"Don't worry, I took the antidote before coming."
Although Feng Yexuan liked seeing her worry about him, if she worried too much, to the point of distress, it would make him feel pained.
His voice, hoarse from countless battles, said, "I'm fine."
"Who cares if you're fine?"
Chu Qianli didn't know what was happening to her; she had never been so emotional.
But at this moment, her voice was still a little hoarse.
She immediately took out disinfectant from the medicine box and looked at him, "Although you've taken the medicine, the toxins won't be completely cleared immediately. These wounds are also covered in residual toxins, and they need to be disinfected."
"Mhm," Feng Yexuan nodded.
She was a doctor, and when it came to treatment, he would do as she said without any objection.
"It will hurt a little," Chu Qianli felt a pang of sadness.
This was definitely not "a little pain," but rather, immense pain!
In many places, flesh and fabric had stuck together, and tearing them apart would be super painful!
Agonizingly painful.
Feng Yexuan remained silent, merely looking at her calmly.
Chu Qianli knew his tolerance must be greater than ordinary people, but... "It will really hurt a lot. Do you want me to give you a painkiller shot?"
"What are the side effects?" There was no free lunch in the world; he understood this principle well.
Chu Qianli sighed helplessly and said, "Temporary nerve paralysis... meaning, you'll have weakness in your limbs for a period of time."
"No shot," he said firmly.
Chu Qianli couldn't help but sigh silently again.
She already knew Feng Yexuan's answer.
At this time, the medicated people could find them at any moment. How could he allow himself to be in a state of weakness in his limbs?
"Then... you'll have to endure it."
Chu Qianli acted quickly. As soon as she spoke, the disinfectant was applied to Feng Yexuan's wounds.
It truly was very painful!
Feng Yexuan's thick, ink-like brows immediately furrowed.
Although his expression remained largely unchanged, a fine layer of sweat soon appeared on his forehead.
Chu Qianli had no intention of mocking him, because she knew that if it were any other man, they would have fainted from the pain.
"It will... hurt even more. Can you bear it?"
She had suggested a painkiller shot, after all, this intense pain was something no normal person could endure.
"...Yes." No extra words.
Chu Qianli lowered her gaze, looking at the disinfectant in her hand.
This man... becoming the God of War of the Northern Ming Kingdom was not due to luck, but inevitable strength.
Putting aside matters of the heart, she truly wished she could have such a formidable friend.
"Bear with it." The disinfectant continued to fall onto Feng Yexuan's wounds.
The sizzling sound never stopped.
He had too many wounds. His arms and legs had many from the medicated people's bites, while his chest and back were mostly from scratches.
Each one was almost deep enough to see the bone, terrifyingly so.
After disinfecting the wounds on his arms and legs, Chu Qianli began to clean the wounds on his chest.
The man had not spoken, only his breathing was heavy.
Whenever Chu Qianli looked up, she would see large drops of sweat sliding down his handsome cheeks.
Each drop carried a scorching heat.
It was all a testament to his heroic and invincible spirit.
This man... was truly formidable! To be so ruthless to himself just to gather information about the enemy!
"Does it hurt a lot?" She was starting to feel a little unbearable.
Feng Yexuan was definitely the patient with the strongest willpower she had ever encountered.
Yet, his face was already pale, and he was covered in sweat.
Chu Qianli truly feared he wouldn't be able to hold on and would faint.
His face had no color, deathly pale, which was difficult to look at.
Feng Yexuan looked at her. In fact, his vision was somewhat blurred due to the intense pain.
Through his blurry vision, she looked exceptionally beautiful, her expression so serious.
Time seemed to have returned to when she was treating patients in Tuoxi Village.
Whenever she treated people, she was always exceptionally serious, and her face was particularly sacred.
He had lived for over twenty years and seen countless beauties.
Every year, countless nobles who wanted to befriend him would specially send countless beautiful women from the Qiong Cang Continent.
He had never taken any of them to heart.
Only this woman, with her bad temper, pride, and wickedness, but also so strong and unyielding.
She clearly didn't listen to him and never actively pleased him, yet he alone admired her pride.
At some point, Feng Yexuan raised his hand and placed it on her leg.
Chu Qianli looked down. That hand was trembling slightly.
Looking at his eyes, they were clearly a little hazy.
The pain was making his consciousness somewhat unclear.
She softened her voice and coaxed, "It'll be over soon. Disinfection is the hardest part. Once I apply the ointment, it won't hurt as much. Just bear with it a little longer."
This was probably the gentlest thing she had ever said to him.
It was as if she were coaxing a small child.
She always coaxed her patients like this, and he had seen it before.
But this time, it was probably the first time she was coaxing him?
"This King... is different from your patients." Although Feng Yexuan liked her gentle voice, he was not satisfied with being treated as an ordinary patient.
Chu Qianli just wanted him to get through this, and at this moment, she had no desire to argue with him.
She said softly, "Yes, you are different. You are the God of War, Prince Xuan. How could you be the same?"
"No..." It wasn't about being the God of War, but rather... "This King is not... your patient, this King... is your... husband."
He frowned.
What damnable pain!
How could it hurt like this?
Wounds from swords and blades were a momentary, sharp pain.
But this disinfectant, when it fell on his body, felt as if a hand was grabbing the flesh of his wounds and tearing it apart, continuously.
Pain! It hurt so much that his mind was becoming muddled.
Chu Qianli also felt uncomfortable.
In the past, when she encountered severely injured patients, she would always give them a painkiller shot before cleaning the wounds.
And those were just minor injuries.
But he was so severely injured... without a painkiller shot, it was a pain that no human could endure.
"How about, I give you..."
"You give this King..."
Feng Yexuan looked at her, his hazy eyes filled with a confused glow.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently as he endured the intense pain.
"How about, you take off your clothes... and let this King have a look?"