Lian Courtyard
It was night. The room that was dark an hour ago was now brightly lit. The old physician held the slender wrist in his hand and felt the movement of the pulse.
A few moments later, he took his hand back and took a few steps back.
"My Lord is very healthy now. The wound on the chest has healed almost. After a few days of rest, My Lord should be able to leave the town if he wants."
An Ping let out a sigh of relief at the physician's words. He had been shocked when he had seen his master sitting at the bed when he entered the room.
When he composed himself, the first thing he did was to call for the physician. His master woke up and will be fine after a few days
Sitting on the bed, Xi Ying indifferently glanced outside the window without paying any attention to the physician's words.
