Chen Ji entered the main room, where the sweet and pungent smell of blood mixed with the smell of alcohol assailed his nostrils.
Beside the bed, several blood-stained white cloths were discarded, and the water in a copper basin by the window had also turned into bloody water.
Su Zhou lay unconscious on the bed, ever so quietly, with the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes appearing even deeper under the flickering candlelight.
Xiao Man whispered, "Young Master, she has a total of seven wounds on her body, all of which have been stitched up and doused with strong alcohol."
Chen Ji was about to approach the bed to have a look but was stopped by Xiao Man.
He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Man hurriedly explained, "Young Master, don't get close to her. This fierce woman is very dangerous, don't let her hurt you. If there's anything you need, just tell me, and I'll do it."
