Zixuan was seriously injured, and Zhiming hurriedly wrote a prescription, sending someone to get the medicine. Jinghan sat beside Zixuan, tears streaming down non-stop. "It's all my fault; if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been injured."
Holding Jinghan's hand, Zixuan managed a weak smile and said, "It's nothing serious; as long as you're alright, I'm fine."
On the other side, Wencheng was dressing the wounds of the other injured people, and Jingxian, with several maids from the household, was also helping out.
Mrs. Xue and Mrs. Zhu were busy as well, "Jingwan, quickly brew two cups of tea and take them inside; we can't have guests arrive and not offer them tea to drink." Everyone was preoccupied, so Mrs. Xue had to ask Jingwan to make the tea.
After Jingwan had brewed the tea, she carried it into the room. Inside, Mr. Han was speaking with the old master and Zhixin. He was simply inquiring about the incident and, incidentally, probing for news about Zixuan's condition.
