Qingfeng's injuries required an infusion and taking medicine.
Bai Wutong had already given her an infusion. There were many medicines in traditional Chinese medicine that were better at treating external injuries than Western medicine.
That included medicinal herbs. Bai Wutong directly concocted the medicine and used a small stove to boil the medicine for Qingfeng.
After the black bowl of essence was cooked, Bai Wutong carried it to feed Qingfeng, who had changed location to under the tree. Lin Yue said, "Madam, you should rest early. Let me do it."
Lin Yue looked like he had ill intentions. Bai Wutong stared at him for a few seconds. "Are you sure?" He wouldn't kill someone with a medicine, right?
Lin Yue's eyes flickered. "Yes." He won't torture her to death!
Bai Wutong thought for a moment, then passed him the bowl. "Then you can feed. I'll watch you feed her."
Lin Yue's expression froze.
