After dealing with An Bingfeng, Sikong Wuyou finally stood up, exhausted.
An Bingfeng, that old fellow, truly lives up to his reputation as the famous sly fox of the capital city. Every word he speaks is filled with traps. If it weren’t for the fact that he holds the title of the fourth son of the War Prince Residence, he might not be a match for that old fox.
He looked up at the sky outside; the sunset was fading, and it was already dusk.
Sikong Wuyou’s lips suddenly curled into a smile.
At this ti, Ningning should have already woken up!
Leaving the study, Sikong Wuyou headed towards her room.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw An Ning lying on the bed with big, innocent eyes.
"Awake?" Sikong Wuyou softened his voice, his magnetic tone carrying a faint joy, and walked over to An Ning.
When he reached her, he naturally sat on the edge of the bed and extended his hand to touch her forehead.
Only then did he finally relax.
Next, he took her wrist from under the covers, unwrapped the bandaged wound layer by layer, carefully examined it, and applied fresh dicine.
His movents were so natural and pleasing to the eye, it lifted An Ning’s spirits.
"The wound is still a bit pale, try not to move your wrist for the next couple of days, and it should scab over soon." The dicine he carried was from the War Prince Residence.
Its effectiveness, needless to say, was the best.
This was especially sent over by his mother so ti ago as a reserve.
However, ever since he t An Ning, the dicine he carried had been depleting rather quickly.
Hearing that her wound was healing, An Ning was naturally happy, her uncontrollable smile enough to express her current mood.
"Does it really only take two or three days for it to scab over?" She wondered where his dicine ca from to have such miraculous effects.
Even with a normal minor wound, it would take at least a day or two to scab over, not to ntion she had slit her wrist, without much thought, only aiming to save Yan Shi, making the cut rather deep.
Sikong Wuyou nodded, "Yes, luckily I had the dicine, otherwise, you would be in for a tough recovery. Losing so much blood, you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for months without proper care."
Sikong Wuyou’s words were not re scare tactics, in this era, dicine was not plentiful, and even a common cold could be fatal, let alone such severe injuries.
An Ning did not deny it, instead, she gave an embarrassed smile, "I’ve already said I know I was wrong. Can we stop bringing it up all the ti?"
Besides, she injured herself to save soone, not for fun.
"Since you know it was wrong, you should rember the lesson next ti." Sikong Wuyou tapped her nose lightly.
He hopes that such a thing never happens again.
There are so many people in this world, Sikong Wuyou would rather An Ning be a bad person than hurt herself repeatedly to save others.
Of course, An Ning wasn’t soone who would sacrifice herself just for others to live.
This ti, it was only because the injured person was Yan Shi.
If it were so unrelated stranger, not many would have the courage to give up their life to save another.
"Wuyou, since I’m already okay, when can I go ho?" She still wanted to return, to see with her own eyes that Yan Shi was fine, only then could she feel truly at ease.
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