Inside the doctor's house, young Jiang Qi lay on a wooden bed that was slightly hard but still managed to offer him some comfort. His arm was strapped with a clean bandage, wrapped tightly from shoulder to elbow. The faint smell of herbs lingered in the room, mixed with the faint odor of dried blood. He had bled a lot earlier, but the doctor had already reassured him that he would be fine.
Standing not far from him was young Shen Yi. His dark eyes were watchful, and his small frame stood stiff like a soldier on guard. He said nothing at first until he finally asked the old man, "Can we leave?"
The doctor, relatively old with streaks of white hair and kind but stern eyes, shook his head gently and replied, "It would be better if you stay until dawn. I have to observe him in case the wound worsen."
