In the wing-room of the back courtyard.
Dao Xuzi had applied medicine and bandaged Dou Xuemei's wounds, and the bleeding had already stopped. Seeing Yang Ruxin enter, he couldn't help but purse his lips, "Don't worry, this person won't die."
"I know she won't die," Yang Ruxin nodded, "And she herself wouldn't want to die either. However, I'd like to know when she might wake up?"
"How would I know?" Dao Xuzi gave Yang Ruxin a look, "If someone wants to sleep, can I control that?"
Yang Ruxin snickered, "Thank you for your hard work, Master." Then she turned to Lin Xiwang, who had been following Dao Xuzi around doing odd jobs, "Don't forget to give Master a leg massage and a shoulder knead when he's free..."
"Don't worry, Sister Xin," Lin Xiwang giggled.
Dao Xuzi glanced at Yang Ruxin again and then ambled away with his hands behind his back.
Only then did Yang Ruxin turn to Mei Ping, "Are you her personal maid?"
