An Unorthodox Healing

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Arriving on Kunlun Mountain, the sight of their Shifu carrying a woman in his arms, soon had his Disciples running to meet him.  

"Who is she Shifu?" Die Feng his first Disciple asked looking down the beautiful face in his arms and then the blood that splattered her gown.

"I don't know." Mo Yuan replied with a worried frown which had not left his face since leaving the Grove.  "Have Chang Shan prepare the Elixir Chamber." he ordered before carrying her to the infirmary.

"Yes Shifu." he bowed low before quickly scuttling off to find his second junior and to send Ling Yu to also prepare one of the unused chambers should she stay and going by her injuries, she looked as if she might be with them for a while.

Placing her on the bed, Mo Yuan then ordered for a wash bowl, fresh cloths, healing balms and bandages along with a fresh robe.

"A womans robe?" Zi Lan asked having entered with him to look at the lovely woman Shifu had brought home with him.

Looking at him, Mo Yuan almost laughed at the confusion on the boys face.   It was probably the first time he had ever seen a woman up close, let alone sent to fetch a robe for.  "A simple robe from the storeroom will do for now, I will gather a few dresses once she had been stabilized." he replied before turning back to the unknown High Goddess whose own dress was still seeping with blood.

"Also, fetch Liang, I have a mission for him too." he said as he wondered how on earth he was meant to heal her without removing all of her clothing.  

By the time he had the robe in hand with a new set of under garments, he then ordered Liang to fetch Zhe Yan from the Far East.

"Tell him, I found an injured woman in his Grove and I need him to return immediately." he said before ushering the gaping mouth and goggling eyes out of the room.  

Then throwing up a privacy barrier, Mo Yuan took a deep breath.  It was more than likely she would not feel what he was about to do, so nor would she awaken, but the thought of having to undress this unknown Goddess suddenly made him very nervous.  But tentatively and gently he removed her top gown easily.  It was barely tied to her body, only a sash held it together and as he slipped it off her shoulders, the extent of her wounds began to appear.  There were so many grazes and slashes to her skin, that Mo Yuan realized that he might not be able to heal them all.

But what also caught his attention, was the lack of garments she wore beneath her dress.  Only a thin silk set of underwear was all that remained left to remove and it was these that him stalling.  It was one thing to bring her to his Mountain against her knowledge, but to be stripping her of her underwear was something else entirely and suddenly he became very nervous.

But eventually, the nerves soon turned to determination.  Quickly picking up a towel, he spread it out over the top of her underwear so that her private parts would remain covered when he removed them.

And that is exactly what he did.  Gently and with his eyes lowered so he could not see, her underwear was pulled away from her body, and then the light slip she was wearing leaving only the towel which did give her enough coverage for him to continue.  And it was only then that he took a deep breath, because he hadn't realized he had been holding it in.

Inspecting what wounds he could see without lifting the towel, he soon realized that many of them were superficial and would require nothing more than a little energy to close them, so opening his hand, he released a small amount of his own energy.  Starting at her head, his hand very slowly swept down her body and back up again several times. 

 It was very slow and his hand was barely hovering above her body as he went, but with each sweep, more and more wounds closed and healed completely which left only the ones under the towel and perhaps her back which he now had to deal with, because the towel was already seeped with blood and not sure of what lay under it, he continued to release a heavier dose of his energy towards the towel only.

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