Lin Run took over the aftermath voluntarily. As the head of the Lin family, Lin Qingyu had also solemnly entrusted him with help, and the people below also trusted him.

  Lin Run sent a surprise attack with people following Zhou Shi's history into the city to find a doctor, but there were too many wounded, and Xu Daifu was busy.

  Lin Qingwan felt relieved and let him handle it, then pulled Lin Yuhong back to the backyard, "You go take a hot bath, drink a bowl of ginger soup, lie down in bed and sleep well, don't think about anything."

  Lin Yuhbin's pent-up tears and panic burst out in an instant, she hugged her little aunt and cried: "Auntie, I'm scared!"

  She was afraid of death, more afraid of something happening to Xiaojie, and also afraid that people in this other courtyard would die.

  Lin Qingwan patted her shoulder and comforted: "What's there to be afraid of? We have so many people protecting us, they should be the ones who are afraid."

  Lin Yuhong bit her lip and cried. She wasn't the first time she saw a dead person, when her father and mother were dressed in their coffins, she was there too, but it was different this time.

  So bloody, so vividly pierced and even crushed, she saw for the first time. Never had such a clear realization that human life was so fragile, one breath away from death.

  That's not falling down and getting back up again, but rather when you're dead, you're dead, and everything will be gone.

  Just like father and mother, gone forever.

  But they didn't have to die, unlike Father and Mother who were beyond cure, and no one could save them.

  They can leave, as long as they turn back, they can survive, why don't they leave?

  Lin Yuhong couldn't understand them, was this small amount of money in their other courtyard really that important?

  The little girl didn't say it clearly, but leaving here they can still find a way to make a living, even if it's harder, harder...

  Between hardship and death, they chose to risk their lives.

  Greed, it's all about greed!

  Lin Yuhuan's eyes revealed a hint of hatred, and he looked up at the young girl, "Auntie, is it true that the Zhao family is just like them, willing to sacrifice their lives for greed?"

  Lin Qingyan remained silent.

  Lin Yuheng gritted his teeth, "What does our Lin family have that's worth their attention?"

  Seeing her face turn thin and red with anger, Lin Qingwen comfortingly stroked her hair, "Yubin, don't underestimate the greed and malice in the hearts of bad people. It's not that the Lin family has some rare treasure that attracts them, but rather it's because the Lin family has something they don't have that makes them pursue us. And greed and malice will only grow."

  Lin Qingyuan is a historian and knows that many events are driven by momentum, especially in large-scale events where individuals cannot control them.

  "Those refugees didn't necessarily want to kill us from the start, they might have just wanted to take some food to fill their bellies, but someone said that this house had a lot of gold, silver and jewels, and the owner was very rich, so they thought it wouldn't hurt to take more..."

  Lin Qingwan hugged Lin Yuhong, comforting her slightly trembling body, and said softly: "If someone else tells them that the master's family has some power, they may not be able to end well after the matter. They have already regarded the wealth in this house as their own, and now they will definitely be angry when they hear it, which will lead to murderous intentions."

  "They were just thinking of killing the master at first, but when they really rushed in, they got excited and killed everyone they saw, including old people, women and children. Once they had killed one person, the lives of those who followed didn't matter anymore."

  Lin Qingwan's voice was low and solemn, as if she were speaking to Lin Yuhong, but also as if she were speaking to herself. "So we must be vigilant, reflect on ourselves three times a day, and not become demons without realizing it."

  Lin Yuhong was stunned for a moment, thinking of the order given by her younger sister on the wall, and she must have been terrified in her heart too, after all, so many lives were at stake.

  Lin Yuhu felt a pang of heartache, stretched out his hand and hugged her back, "Don't worry, little girl. I'm not afraid, nor am I sad anymore. If they don't die, then it's us and the people in the village who will die."

  Lin Qingwan felt comforted and gently rubbed her hair with her eyes, messing up her hair directly.

  Just as he was comforting her, Lin Yubin couldn't help but pull down Xiaojie's hand, his mouth involuntarily pouting.

  Lin Qingwan pinched her tender cheeks and said, "Alright, go take a bath and sleep now. You've been blowing cold wind for half the night, be careful not to catch a chill. Little sister, go check on the front yard again."

  "Little sister," Lin Yubin called out to stop Lin Qingwan, who was about to get up and leave. She hesitated for a moment before pursing her lips and asking, "Was it the Zhao family that instigated those refugees?"

  Lin Qingwan turned around and said seriously, "Yuhin, there is no evidence pointing to the Zhao family yet, so don't make wild guesses. The Zhao family does have a grudge against our Lin family, but if we say they have an enemy, then our Lin family has many enemies too. There are even more people who wish for our Lin family to be childless and extinct."

  Lin Yuheng was stunned, did the Lin family have so many enemies?

  "Don't think too much, Yingyan, hurry up and take your young lady to bathe."

  The maid outside heard the sound and immediately came in to pull Lin Yubin into the bathroom, seeing that the aunt had left, she whispered: "Don't think too much, Miss, there's Auntie outside, you've caught a cold and been frightened, you should rest well, otherwise if you get sick, Auntie will be worried."

  Mrs. Xie took out a prescription for a medicinal bath, specifically asking Yang to decoct the medicine and send it over. Lin Yubin soaked in the medicinal bath and soon felt drowsy, then drank a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the cold and a bowl of medicine to calm his nerves. Sleepiness swept over him instantly, and at this point, he didn't have the energy to think about anything else. He lay down on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

  Lin Qingwan only had time to drink a bowl of ginger soup before she went to the front yard to help deal with the wounded, wearing a cloak and rolling up her sleeves.

  The workers were so shocked that Lin Qingyuan personally brought them medicine and bandaged their wounds that they almost crawled up to kneel down.

  Lin Qingwan pressed down on him and said: "Be honest and lie still, don't move."

  Using scissors to cut off the clothes, some clumsy but orderly cleaning of foreign objects in the wound, then rinsing with clean water, and finally applying a hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder package.

  The deep wounds had to be washed with some clear wine, and for a time the whole courtyard was filled with mournful cries.

  The people below were deaf to it, and under the arrangement of Lin Run and Lin Guan's family, they moved in an orderly manner.

  Treating the wounded, decocting medicine, delivering water, and there were four pots boiling water in the courtyard.

  Lin Guan's family also had people bring out a lot of charcoal basins and place them in various parts of the house, instantly driving away a lot of cold air.

  The other courtyard was not far from the west city gate, and Lin Run's men quickly returned with the doctors they had sent to find a doctor in the city. In addition to the five doctors and their assistants, they also brought back a disheveled young nobleman.

  Shang Ming Jie rushed into the courtyard, and only relaxed when he saw Lin Qing Yuan. He then looked around, but didn't see the person he wanted to see, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

  The servant who had come with him couldn't help but hurry after him and say: "Second Master, it's chaotic in the courtyard, don't run around everywhere."

  Lin Qingwan heard the voice and raised her head. Shang Mingjie had already flown over like a gust of wind, "Aunt Lin, is my cousin okay?"

  Lin Qingwan saw that his hair was disheveled, he was wearing a dusty gray robe, his lips were frozen purple, and the corners of his eyes were also red, but she didn't know if it was from the cold or worry.

  Lin Qingwan glanced at his hand and suddenly understood why Lin Jiangming knew that the Shang family was not a good match, but still held a supportive attitude towards the marriage of the two children.

  A thousand pieces of gold can be easily obtained, but a person who understands one's heart is hard to find.

  It's harder to find someone who truly understands you and puts your heart at ease.

  Lin Qingwan handed the wounded person over to Bai Feng. "Yubi is fine, she was just frightened and has fallen asleep now. How did you get here?"

  Shang Ming Jie let out a sigh of relief, a happy smile spreading across his face. "I came with Jing Zhen," he said. "Aunt Lin, is there anything I can help with here?"

  He lowered his head and saw that Lin Qingyuan's hands were covered in blood. A look of regret flashed across his face, "Aunt Lin, you're injured?"

  Lin Qingwan smiled and said: "Now you think of asking, isn't it a bit too late?"

  Shang Mingjie smiled at her and said, "Is it a boy or not? Please forgive me, auntie. Are you okay?"

  "It's nothing, it's just the wounded man's blood." Lin Qingyan had Bai Mei go get another dose of medicine and took Shang Mingjie out of the house where the wounded men were staying.

  "Madam, I've brought back the doctor and the medicine."

  "Leave it to the clan leader and Lin's family to arrange." Lin Qingwen led Shang Mingjie to a small side room, pointed at his hand and said: "Stretch out your hand and let me take a look."

  Shang Mingjie stretched out his hand, and only then did everyone see that his palm was covered in blood and mud. At this time, the wound was still slowly oozing blood.

  Bai Mei couldn't help but cry out in alarm, hastily pressing Shang Mingjie down into the chair. "Young Master, how could you be injured like this and not say a word?"

  Shang Mingjie was slightly stunned, and only then did he feel some pain. He thought for a moment and said: "Maybe it's from hitting the wall when I fell off, at that time I didn't feel any pain, and since it was dark, I didn't know..."

  "Is there anywhere else hurt?"

  Shang Mingjie covered his knee.

  Bai Mei lit a lamp and went to take a look. She saw that the knee area of her pants was also worn out, with crimson bloodstains on it.

  Lin Qingwan glanced over and said to Bai Mei, who had a worried expression: "Go call a servant to come and apply medicine for him."

  Shang Mingjie's injuries were not severe, all bruises, but the area was not small, not only his palms, elbows, knees and abdomen were injured. This kid actually didn't know anything, and ran from the north of the city to the Lin Mansion in the west with a body full of injuries.

  After Gu Yu indicated that he was unable to leave the city overnight, he lay down at the city gate and waited. When Zhou, the governor of the prefecture, led his troops out of the city, he had intended to follow them, but when he ran over, he tripped and fell, and by the time he reached the city gate, they were already gone.

  He had no one to accompany him and couldn't leave the city, but later he coincidentally followed Governor Zhou into the city to find a doctor and bumped into him; otherwise, he would have frozen to death at the city gate.

  Lin Qingwan shook her head and let Xiao Shuai apply medicine to him before giving him a bowl of medicinal soup for his injury, then continued to tend to the wounded.

  The specific situation will have to wait until tomorrow when she has time to ask again.

  The lights of the Lin family's courtyard shone for a whole night, and it wasn't until dawn that the doctors finally pulled back eight seriously injured men from the gates of hell, while the others with minor injuries were also treated.

  Lin Run had already made people roughly clean up the traces outside the gate and courtyard wall, looking like Lin's family villa was still the same as before, but everyone knew it was different now.

  In another yard lay several courtyards of wounded, and the four deceased workers were quietly lying in a temporary mortuary.

  Lin Qingwan's eyes were slightly dark, but she still didn't go to sleep. Instead, she went to light some incense for them and asked Zhong Daguantie to personally go and comfort their families.

  "Let them make their requests, and if you can agree to them, then go ahead and agree. If not, come back and tell me, and I'll make the decision. Just be sure to maintain a good attitude towards them. They are sacrificing for the sake of our organization, we cannot let them down."

  Zhong Daguan stepped down and left with some money under the escort of several long workers.