"Duke, I'm truly... truly sorry, I just... can't get out of bed."
"It's not a problem."
Huangfu Jue walked to her bedside, and because the injury was on her back, her evening gown had already been removed, leaving her shoulder and half her back bare, only wrapped in gauze. With a quick glance, Huangfu Jue averted his eyes.
"How are your injuries?"
"Don't worry about me, it's just a superficial wound."
"What 'just a superficial wound'? Didn't the doctor say that if it had been any deeper it would have damaged the blood vessels?"
"Xiuyi!"
Qian Xueying stopped Xiuyi, as if trying too hard to be stable, she couldn't help coughing twice, "Please don't take it so seriously, I'm really fine."
Huangfu Jue raised his finger, "Call the doctor over."
One of his subordinates turned to find the doctor, and he sat down in the chair that Xiuyi had brought over.
"No matter what, I owe you thanks for tonight."
