In the study, Mo Xuetong's leg had been bandaged. A strong herbal aroma permeated the air. Her face pale, Mo Xuetong sat askew against the couch. Mo Lan and Mo Yu were picking up the discarded strips and dressings!

Mo Huawen lightly coughed from outside the room.

He heard his daughter's joyful voice. "Father's back. Mo Lan, don't pick up the bandages anymore. Pour Father a cup of hot tea to warm his body."

"I will, Miss, right away," Mo Lan said with ...