Feng Tianyou withdrew his gaze and did not say much, merely murmuring, "Thank you, Miss Shuang."
"You should drink this now, this soup will help your wounds heal, and here is a 'Hundred Flowers Cake,' you should eat it too."
Feng Tianyou picked up the piece of Hundred Flowers Cake and tasted a bite, finding it fresh and delicately flavored.
After finishing it, he picked up the bowl of soup. Although it tasted a bit odd, he still drank it all in one go.
Lin Zishuang watched him eat, without any reservations.
"Mr. Feng, you should rest well now."
Lin Zishuang, carrying the bowl, moved efficiently and left Feng Tianyou's room, like a dedicated nurse.
Feng Tianyou lay in bed, examining the wound on his arm.
In fact, it was just a gunshot, and not a critical injury, so he didn't think it was a big deal.
Yet, recalling the situation at that time still left him somewhat shaken.
If it had been Lin Zishuang who was hurt at that time, how could he explain to the spirit clan?
