Mu Chengxi was surprised by Zhuge Jingming's words and looked at him for a few seconds before nodding slightly.
"I understand. I'll rest well in the next bed," he said.
"That would be best," Zhuge Jingming replied, placing his fingers on Mu Chengxi's wrist and holding them there for a few minutes before letting go.
"I'll come back tomorrow around noon to check on Little Uncle-Master and bring the medicine to help you recover. I'll only be able to bring some herbal soup; you'll need someone at the old house to simmer it. Herbal soups are more effective and work faster."
Seeing the sky beginning to lighten, Zhuge Jingming addressed Wei Manqing and the others.
"I'm old now and can't stay up all night. I'll go home to rest and come back around noon. Don't rush the chicken soup. Bring it over when Little Uncle-Master wakes up; she won't drink it if it's cold. Young Marshall Mu can have some, too."
