Waving his hand, he said, "It's nothing serious, just some lingering wounds and excessive blood loss. Fortunately, it's the New Year break, so he can recuperate well. I'll come over every three days to change his dressing. I'm leaving now; the clinic has many patients and it's quite busy."
Lu Chuan moved his lips, but the words of gratitude were swallowed back. He obediently followed him and said, "I'll see you to the door."
"As you please," Lu Sangqi replied casually.
Inside the room.
Ye Muyu saw the blood-soaked gauze on Chu Heng's abdomen and felt a tightness in her chest, "How did he get so gravely injured?"
"It's nothing, just an accident. I didn't expect that while apprehending the criminal, the opponent—though a civil official—had practiced inner strength. Perhaps knowing I'd come, he had assassins set in advance." Chu Heng knew that without explaining clearly, Ye Muyu would be more worried, so he spoke lightly with a faint smile, recounting the incident casually.
