Shao Shuting tilted his body on the brick bed and wrote on the paper with difficulty. His handwriting was good, but it was a bit bold. It was said that one could see a person clearly through the words, but Xue Yan didn't seem to be afraid of taking medicine like a child.
It wasn't until Shao Shuting finished writing the letter and gave it to Xue Yan that Xue Yan said, "My brother will set up a stall in town tomorrow. I'll ask him to deliver it to Quanping Inn."
"Many thanks, comrade." Shao Shuting lay back again. It was more comfortable to lie down like this, but the wound still hurt.
He didn't know which doctor was so cruel that when he saw the pus, he directly cut off the rotten flesh, which would probably leave a big scar. However, he had many scars on his body, so he didn't care about this one.
