Inside Feng Ze's bedroom in the Feng Mansion, Yang Yiting sighed inwardly as she watched Feng Ze laying on the bed, obviously unconscious.
Sadly, he turned out this way. Why was he so hard-headed? There were many ways to refuse a marriage, why did he has to confront Emperor Ming head-on? He was lucky to still be alive.
From the hundred slabs, he was indeed seriously injured, especially the wound on the back, which had festered. There were no anti-inflammatory drugs in ancient times, and the recovery of the wound was naturally slow.
Fortunately, old man Duan left her with first-class medicine, especially in the treatment of traumatic infection. Although the effect was not generally good, it was enough to relieve the pain and speed up the recovery.
Speaking of which, Old Man Duan's medical attainments were really at the peak of medical practices, which even Situ Gong couldn't match.
