"Little Marquis, Little Marquis..." Prefectural Magistrate Wang's scalp went numb, stammering in terror, "Quick, someone come, carry him in, be careful, don't press down on the Little Marquis's wounds! Heaven help us, which heartless villain dared to injure the Little Marquis? And what's with her? Covered in blood… is she dead? Someone help! Xiao Liu, you carry the doctor over here, if we delay any longer lives will be lost!"
The household guards scrambled over to carry them inside, creating utter chaos.
Xie Xun, young and fiery, regained consciousness less than an hour after being treated. Under Prefectural Magistrate Wang's watchful eye, he was forced to drink several bowls of nutritious medicinal soup. The hot liquid coursed down his chest, bringing some relief to his weary body.
"How is Fengyu?" Xie Xun asked.
