Shi Mei can take them to a room nearby where they can have some privacy!

The heroic Xianjun will not be joining them. She has some crimes to go confess to the Sect Leader.

Where is he?

"Yuheng!" Xue Zhengyong calls out when he sees her. "You're back! Did you find them?"

"...Yes."

Chu Wanning kneels. Bows. Apologizes.

She did not bring him back his nephew.

She also hit his nephew and a few other teenage boys with Tianwen several times. She does not regret it and she will not personally go back again to retrieve him, but she will still accept punishment as the Sect Leader sees fit. 

"What? Why? What did they do?"

Her mouth presses into a thin line.

"There was a girl their age, residing in Madam Mo's establishment..." She recounts Mo Niang's crimes through gritted teeth.

The girl is here, now, with her mother. Shi Mei is seeing to them.

"He WHAT!?" 

Xue Zhengyong looks rather like he would like to apply some corporal punishment to the boys in question himself. His face is ashen pale. 

He closes his mouth; his jaw works for a moment before he says, "I assume you made very sure that they were the culprits." 

Nod. Xue Zhengyong knows what Tianwen can do.

He lets out a deep breath. 

"If my brother were here...he wouldn't abandon the boy. But my brother isn't here. And he wouldn't try to make the sect responsible for, for rehabilitating him, or hand him a cultivator's power unrehabilitated." 

She knows this is hard for him. She rises from her knees and thinks of putting a hand on his shoulder before thinking better of it. "You deserve better of a nephew.  I am sorry."

"He did not regret it, and the girl almost died. I would not feel safe letting him near Shi Mei. I do not think anyone should feel safe letting him near their disciples."

"No, of course not," he says immediately. "Obviously he can't be brought here. I only wish we had found him sooner, before he had the chance to grow into such a beast." 

She is sorry. She doesn't know what to say.

"...What's she like? The girl. Is she--obviously she wouldn't be alright, not after something like that, but--" 

"Mo Ran seems to have a resilient and filial spirit. She was more concerned with her mother's distress than anything else."

His face softens slightly. 

"Do you think they would be alright to take visitors?"

"Probably. Go ask them, if you want."

"It's not as bad as it looks," Mo Ran tells Shi Mei. 

(She's wrong, and also it looks plenty bad enough.)

"Mo Ran, it's okay to admit that something hurts," Shi Mei says gently, straightening from her examination. "You are already being stronger than many young cultivators I've treated before, did you know that? If you tell me where the pain is worst, I can help."

"My leg, I guess." 

She helps. She has bandages, and salves, and gentle cultivation that whispers over Mo Ran's skin. She gives Mo Ran a draught for pain, herbs to protect against diseases, herbs to prevent pregnancy.

She doesn't mention that the other doctor already gave her that last one. Probably the cultivator kind is better. 

"I think I feel better," she reports after a little while. At a sharp look from her mother, she adds, "I'm not just saying that! It's a good painkiller, Mom." 

"Alright. But you aren't doing anything the least little bit strenuous until this skilled and generous young lady says you may."

She pouts slightly and makes no promises. 

She laughs slightly. "I'll let you know as soon as I think it's a good idea."

"Thank you, Shi Mei-guniang."