Zhu Yu spoke lightly, but Lu Qing was especially cautious while bandaging her.
"You don't have to worry; I can handle this little pain." Seeing him being so careful, Zhu Yu couldn't help but remind him, "Just don't press down to stop the bleeding, or this cut will be in vain."
Lu Qing finally finished tying the cloth, and Zhu Yu looked at it. The thin cloth on the wound already had red bloodstains seeping through. She nodded in satisfaction and got up to check if Yan Shu was awake.
As she stepped out, she saw Yan Daoxin returning from delivering medicine.
Yan Daoxin usually appeared carefree and unreliable in front of them, but outside, he always maintained a celestial and indifferent demeanor, much like an immortal, perfectly poised.
