<h4>Chapter 1808 Treating Injuries</h4>


    Qi Xuanxuan teared up emotionally. She held Qiao Mu’s arm and snuggled against her. “Qiaoqiao.”


    Qiao Mu gave her a speechless look. She then patted Qi Xuanxuan’s head and lectured, “Don’t be so stingy in the future.”


    Qiao Mu’s team was very wealthy right now.


    Each of them possessed at least several hundred thousand spirit currency.


    After chatting some more, they looked out the window and couldn’t help but start to worry.


    It had been nearly four hours since the mentors left for the Kou Estate with Kou Hongwen. Could something have happened that prevented them froming back even after so long?


    “Why didn’t Mentor Wei Xu and them not let us go along to help.” Qi Xuanxuan grumbled, “Could the Kou n have ganged up on them with all their members?”


    “There shouldn’t be much of a problem with the mentors’ cultivation.” As the mentors were great spiritual cultivators, it should be a piece of cake for them to deal with the Kou n’s weak*ss disciples.


    “Then why haven’t they returned yet?” Qi Xuanxuan was worried. “I wonder how the little fatty’s parents are doing.”


    “Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao.” The little fatty’s shout suddenly came from the hallway.


    The innkeeper was quickly leading the mentors to her room. The little fatty was the first to enter while carrying an aunty in his arms, her whole body covered in blood.


    “Quickly set her down on the couch,” Qiao Mu immediately stood up and instructed.


    The little fatty set his mother down on the couch near the window and wrung his hands in distress. “Qiao, Qiaoqiao, will my mom be fine?”


    Qiao Mu bent over and cleansed the wounds and blood from Kou Hongwen’s mom’s body. “The wounds on the surface are easy to treat. The main problem is that Aunty got poisoned.”


    But the Kou n’s poison wasn’t that advanced.


    Qiao Mu took out a small bottle and poured the medicinal solution down Kou Hongwen’s mom’s throat. Afterwards, she tossed the dirty towel into the basin.


    “Kou Hongzhen made these wounds?”


    Kou Hongwen gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes as he nodded. “But Kou Hongzhen that punk doesn’t have it good either. I personally cut off his arm! He can be a cripple the rest of his life.”


    When he left, he had heard the Kou n patriarch howling while holding his treasured son, probably due to the shock.


    But Kou Hongzhen only had himself to me for all of this.


    Qiao Mu nodded inmendation. “That’s right, no need to be polite with your enemies.”


    Otherwise, you would be the one hurt.


    After treating Kou Hongwen’s mom’s injuries, Qiao Mu then noticed a skinny uncle standing beside Mentor Wei Xu.


    “Uncle Kou has also gotten hurt. Let me cleanse your wounds for you.”


    “Thank you, thank you.” Kou Hongwen’s father repeatedly gave his thanks as he tottered over to Qiao Mu’s side and sat down.


    After cleansing and dressing Uncle Kou’s wounds, Qiao Mu washed her hands thoroughly before turning to Kou Hongwen. “Tell us what happened.”


    Kou Hongwen clenched his fists wrathfully. “When we rushed over, that Kou n snake refused to admit that he had captured my parents. We only started fighting after the mentors were unable to mediate at all with the people from the Kou n.”


    “By the time we found my parents in the dungeon, they were like this.”


    “I already said not to waste your breath on them!” Qiao Mu barked irritably, “If you fought right off the bat without talking, you’d be back sooner.”