Ye Muyu first soaked the handkerchief, wiped the fresh blood clean from his chest, and then applied the medicine.
In her view was a scar as long as a finger on his firm chest, which not only did not mar his looks but added a sharper aura.
The moment Ye Muyu's hand touched his skin, she felt it was somewhat hot.
"Do you have, a fever?" Ye Muyu frowned.
Chu Heng's gaze rested on her face, silently watching her. After a moment, he finally replied, "It's nothing."
The medicine had been applied, and the wound below had already scabbed. He hadn't bandaged it, as there was no gauze in the carriage. Ye Muyu had to give up the idea of bandaging, especially since not much blood was flowing.
"Did the doctor give you any medicine?" Ye Muyu asked.
Chu Heng hummed in affirmation, casually pulled out a medicine bottle from beside him, containing black pills. Ye Muyu handed him a water cup, and seeing him take the pills, she felt relieved.
The journey to the Manor was completed.
