56: Apply medicine

Mo Yuhan suddenly closed his eyes, shook his head vigorously, trying to suppress the breathtakingly beautiful scene before him and the instinctive heat in his body.

He was still just a nine-year-old child; although his mind was far beyond his peers, facing the ultimate temptation of this mature female, the impact was still immense.

He forced himself to calm down, silently recited the healing incantations, and fixed his attention firmly on the gruesome wound.

He quickly heated the mountain spring water with flame, then took a few pieces of clean white soft cloth from the side, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the panic in them had been replaced by focus.

He picked up a clean soft cloth, soaked it in warm water, and wrung it dry.

Then, he approached Yun Yun's terrifying wound above her left breast with extreme gentleness.

His movements were as light as a feather, as if afraid to cause her pain. The damp, soft cloth carefully wiped away the bloodstains around the wound.

With each wipe, his fingertips inevitably touched the edge of that smooth, jade-like skin, and that ultimate sensation impacted Mo Yuhan's nerves like an electric current again and again.

He could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity and warm vitality of her skin; each touch made his fingertips tremble slightly and his breathing grow heavier.

Yun Yun, in her coma, seemed to feel the external touch and the pain of the wound; her delicate brows furrowed even tighter, and a clearer, more painful moan escaped from deep within her throat: “Mm…”

This sound carried the weakness of severe injury, yet it was like a feather scratching at his heart, full of helplessness and temptation.

Her body trembled more violently, and her almost uncovered chest also heaved dramatically, the pink tips becoming more erect with the slight trembling, blooming proudly in the cool light.

Mo Yuhan's hand suddenly paused, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead; he couldn't tell if it was from tension or something else, but he forcibly stabilized his mind.

He quickened his movements, but still maintained the utmost gentleness.

As the wet cloth brushed over the charred marks on the edge of the wound that had been burned by the Purple Flame, Yun Yun’s body suddenly recoiled, letting out another suppressed grunt of pain. The undulation of her snow-white mounds became even greater, almost bumping into Mo Yuhan’s wiping hand.

That momentary elastic touch made him retract his hand as if electrocuted, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

With much difficulty, he finally cleaned the bloodstains around the wound, revealing the everted flesh inside and the faintly visible damaged tendons and bones deep within.

The wound was very deep, its edges eroded by the Purple Flame, carrying a strange destructive power that hindered self-healing; medicine had to be applied.

Mo Yuhan picked up a jade box he had previously refined, which contained the healing ointment he had prepared from several precious medicinal ingredients.

The ointment was light green, emitting a cool medicinal fragrance and a faint aura of vitality; it was the best medicine he could offer at the moment. He extended two fingers and carefully scooped out a large chunk of the cool, light green ointment.

Next was the most crucial and agonizing step—applying the medicine.

His fingers, covered in ointment, hovered over the gruesome wound above Yun Yun’s left breast.

His fingertips were barely an inch from the peak of that full curve; he could even feel the warm breath and faint fragrance emanating from her naked skin.

The dual stimulation of sight and sensation made his arm tremble slightly.

He steadied himself, held his breath, and then, with extreme gentleness and slowness, pressed his ointment-covered fingers onto the edge of the bone-deep wound.

“Uh ah—!”

The moment his fingers touched the wound, Yun Yun, in her coma, seemed to be completely jolted awake by the intense pain.

She suddenly let out a short, sharp cry of pain, her tightly closed eyes abruptly opening. Those beautiful eyes, which should have been cool and dignified, were now filled with painful bloodshot veins and the disorientation of severe injury; her pupils were dilated, clearly not truly awake, but merely her body’s instinctive reaction to the intense pain.

Her delicate body suddenly arched upwards like a startled fish. This movement was extremely large, and her high, completely unrestrained breasts bounced and swayed violently upwards due to the sudden arching of her body.

The pink tips traced a breathtaking trajectory in the air, almost brushing Mo Yuhan’s chin, which was very close.

Mo Yuhan was caught off guard and startled by this violent reaction; his fingers instinctively pressed down harder.

“Mmm-ngh—!”

A painful groan, with a strange tremor, escaped Yun Yun’s lips. Her body arched to its extreme, then fell back heavily onto the animal skin bed, heaving and gasping violently.

Her high breasts also heaved violently up and down with her gasps, like surging waves.

Due to Mo Yuhan’s instinctive press, the wound seeped more blood, which mixed with the light green ointment and flowed down, tracing winding paths across her fair skin.

“I… I’m sorry.”

Mo Yuhan apologized hastily, his voice a little hoarse and strained, his face instantly flushing to his ears.

He had completely underestimated how violent Yun Yun’s reaction would be.

He quickly steadied his mind, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. Taking advantage of Yun Yun’s painful arching and the moment her wound was most clearly exposed, he swiftly and precisely applied the remaining ointment on his fingers evenly into every inch of the wound’s depths, especially the charred edges eroded by the Purple Flame.

The icy cold ointment, upon contact with the everted flesh deep within the wound, immediately caused a violent reaction.

A powerful medicinal force, mixed with the faint Xuan Huang Flame vitality infused by Mo Yuhan’s fingertips, fiercely clashed with the destructive energy of the Purple Flame remaining from the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King.

“Ah—!”

Yun Yun shrieked in pain again, her body twisting and struggling violently.

Her hands flailed aimlessly, her legs kicked, as if trying to escape the bone-deep agony.

Her sweat- and blood-stained fair body thrashed wildly on the beast hide, like a white fish out of water, full of desperate allure.

With each twist, her breathtaking chest swayed and bounced violently, trembling helplessly in the air, her flat abdomen tightened, outlining an alluring waistline, and her long, rounded legs intertwined in her struggle.

Mo Yuhan almost used all his strength to barely suppress Yun Yun’s violent struggles in her upper body.

He held her uninjured right shoulder tightly with one hand, while the other hand had to continuously knead the medicinal power deep into the wound.

His body was almost half-pressed against her twisting delicate form; with each suppression, he could clearly feel the astonishing elastic collision. The soft, smooth touch passed through her thin clothing, mixing with her unique fragrance and the smell of blood, forming a poison capable of destroying anyone’s mind.

“Hold on, the medicine is dispelling the residual Purple Flame poison…”

Mo Yuhan gritted his teeth and growled softly in her ear, his voice extremely hoarse.

He forced himself to ignore the enticing, almost criminal, twisting and focused entirely on the circulation of the medicinal power in his fingertips.

He urged the Xuan Huang Flame to its maximum, and wisps of warm, vitalStrange Fire aura, guided by his pressing fingers, carefully entered the wound, enveloping the light green ointment, helping it to penetrate deeper and neutralize the stubborn Purple Crystal destructive power.

As the medicinal power and the vitality of the Xuan Huang Flame continued to be infused, the stubborn Purple Crystal destructive energy deep within the wound began to slowly dissolve and dissipate.

Yun Yun’s pain also seemed to lessen somewhat, and the intensity of her struggles gradually decreased, but the excruciating pain clearly had not disappeared.

Her body was still trembling violently, each tremor causing a surge of waves.

Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, neck, collarbone, and large expanses of her fair skin, glistening under the moonlight stone’s light, mixed with still-wet traces and seeping blood, forming a decadent yet fragile sight.

Finally, when the last bit of ointment was evenly applied deep into the wound and carefully enveloped with the Xuan Huang Flame vitality, Mo Yuhan let out a long sigh as if utterly exhausted.

He quickly withdrew his hand, his fingertips still retaining that smooth, warm touch and a faint smell of blood and medicine.

However, he dared not pause for a moment.

Applying the medicine was only the first step; it had to be bandaged immediately to secure the medicinal power and prevent the wound from reopening.

He picked up the long, white soft cloth strips he had prepared earlier, torn from his own clean inner garment.

Looking at Yun Yun’s still naked upper body, the gruesome wound, and the breathtaking curve beneath the wound, Mo Yuhan again felt a parched throat.

He took a deep breath and leaned down.

One hand carefully supported Yun Yun’s shoulder and back, lifting her slightly from the bed.

This movement inevitably brought her body closer to him, her chest almost touching his, and the fragrant mixture of medicine and blood became even more intense, drilling into his nostrils.

Mo Yuhan held his breath, and with his other hand, he took one end of the cloth strip and began Binding it from Yun Yun’s back.

His movements were exceptionally difficult.

To wrap the cloth strip around her back, his arm had to pass under her armpit.

Each unintentional touch made Yun Yun, in her coma, let out a faint sigh, carrying the lingering pain, and her body would also tremble slightly.

The pair of breasts that rose and fell before Mo Yuhan’s eyes with her breathing and trembling, soaked in struggle and sweat, appeared even more alluring.

Mo Yuhan’s cheeks were burning, his breath hot, and his fingers, as he wrapped the cloth strips, trembled slightly from tension and an indescribable stimulation.

One wrap, two wraps...

The cloth strip wrapped around her chest, directly covering the wound.

He raised his hand and looked at his fingertips.

The smooth, warm touch seemed to still linger on his fingertips, and a complex scent, a mixture of blood, medicinal fragrance, and her unique body scent, lingered in his nostrils. His gaze involuntarily returned to the person on the beast hide.

Yun Yun lay quietly, her chest wrapped in layers of white cloth strips, covering the gruesome wound and most of her breathtaking skin.

But above the cloth, her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin were still visible.

The Binding of the cloth, instead, further accentuated her breathtakingly full curves. A sickly flush appeared on her pale cheeks, her delicate brows were still slightly furrowed, and her lips, somewhat dry from blood loss, were slightly parted, emitting a faint, thready sound of breathing.