"Young Master, what's wrong? Why did you get up? If you need anything, you can ask me!"
"Get out—" Misha waved his hand, and a gust of palm wind struck Xia Xue, who was caught off guard, onto the ground. "Cheap bitch! How dare you waste my time and put Spirit Grass in my medicine!"
Hearing Misha say that, Xia Xue knew that she and Mr. Li were overheard by Misha. Paying no heed to wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Xia Xue immediately knelt in front of Misha. "Young Master, please let me explain! You were badly hurt; if you rushed to Donglu Country, your wounds might get infected on the way, and it could cost you your life! I did this for your health, taking extreme measures. I did all this for you, Young Master!"
"Scoundrel!" Misha grew angrier, realizing that all of this was true. He had wasted so much time here, not knowing what the situation in Donglu Country would be.
