"It’s already this late! It’s ti for dinner. I’m not sure if you usually eat first or change dressings first, and I don’t know if the doctor has arrived yet!" Sang Wan hurriedly got up, straightened her hair, and called for Liu Ya to co in.
With Liu Ya entering and lighting the lamp, the house brightened up again. Steward Zhang followed suit, smiling sheepishly, "Young master, Doctor Li is here. Look—"
Shi Fengju glanced at Sang Wan, and she quickly said, "Doctor Li is here? Please invite him in! It’s important for him to examine Young Master Shi!"
Having said that, she stepped behind a screen to give them privacy.
"Please invite Doctor Li in," Shi Fengju nodded.
Steward Zhang hurriedly agreed and went downstairs to fetch the doctor. As usual, Doctor Li took his pulse, superficially inspected the wounds, gently pressed around to inquire about how he felt, checked the wound at the back of his head, then smiled and cupped his hands in congratulations, "Congratulations, Young Master Shi, your injury has stabilized. As long as you change the dressing regularly, take good care of it, maintain a light diet, and avoid spicy and rich foods, you will recover in no ti. I have written a prescription; just have soone fetch the herbs as written. There’s no need for to co daily; I will visit once every four days and adjust the prescription as needed. If you have any questions, you can send for at any ti!"
Shi Fengju himself felt that he was no longer in serious condition. Although Steward Zhang was overly anxious out of kindness, which he couldn’t simply dismiss, now that Sang Wan had arrived, he certainly didn’t want the doctor visiting twice a day. Delighted by the news, he smiled broadly, "Thank you, Doctor Li! That’s very good! Steward Zhang, please see Doctor Li out properly!"
Once they had left, Sang Wan erged from behind the screen and said with a smile, "Since even Doctor Li has said so, it seems you really are alright! Are you hungry? Shall we call for food? I can help you change your dressing later."
Listening to her continuous gentle chattering and the light laughter showing her concern for him, Shi Fengju felt an overwhelming gentleness and warmth in his heart. He couldn’t take his smiling eyes off her and rely said, "You can arrange everything as you see fit."
Seeing that he was clearly ready to focus on recovering and unwilling to manage anything, Sang Wan could only smile and give instructions herself.
The al prepared by Steward Zhang and the others, who were accustod to serving, was light and tasty. Fearing that the wound might beco inflad, there were no fish or shellfish, and all were ordinary chicken and pork dishes. Wax gourd pork rib soup, tender tofu with minced chicken, fried nice shoots with pork tenderloin, stead egg with ground at, sautéed lily bulbs with wood ear mushrooms, and chicken oil choy sum—all of which were very light and refreshing.
Two daughters-in-law, each holding a food box, went upstairs and set the al on the table in the central hall. Steward Zhang and Chang Huan helped Shi Fengju get out of bed and walk over to sit on a spacious and comfortable rattan chair.
Shi Fengju had a flicker in his eyes but before he could speak, Steward Zhang, very perceptively, led everyone to leave. In an instant, only Shi Fengju and Sang Wan remained in the room.
Steward Zhang had not been in close service before, but Chang Huan knew everything through and through. She had quietly told him that the young master and lady preferred not to have others nearby when they were together, so he took note of that. Seeing that glance from Shi Fengju, he was certain Chang Huan hadn’t deceived him.
Sang Wan looked around and realized everyone was gone and thought, well, he’s the patient, and if she doesn’t take care of him, who will?
So she stood up, carefully poured a small bowl of soup, and placed it in front of him with a smile, "Take a sip of soup to warm up your stomach. Tell what you’d like to eat, and I’ll serve it to you."
However, Shi Fengju laughed and said, "I can reach it myself; you don’t need to bother about . You must be exhausted from the journey. Eat up!" With that, he lifted the bowl of soup, scooped a spoonful to test the temperature, then brought it to her lips.
Sang Wan was taken aback, staring blankly at him.
Shi Fengju laughed with a ’pfft’ sound, tapping her soft lips with the white porcelain soup spoon and said, "Have you lost your wits? Open your mouth!"
Sang Wan reflexively opened her mouth and swallowed, then hurriedly said, "I can do it myself, you should eat too! Otherwise, the dishes will get cold!"
"Alright," Shi Fengju said with a smile, then he began to eat slowly, making casual conversation with her.
After having their al, she helped him sit on the couch for a while before two daughters-in-law, under Steward Zhang’s guidance, brought in a wooden basin and a bucket of dark potion for washing his wounds.
After cleaning, they applied ointnt and wrapped new gauze around the wound.
Previously, this task was perford by Steward Zhang, but now naturally, it fell to Sang Wan.
Cautiously unwrapping the gauze for him, Sang Wan occasionally looked up at him and said with a smile, "Rember to let know if it hurts."
Shi Fengju watched her kneeling in front of the couch, embracing his leg in her arms, her gaze dedicated and careful. From above, he could see her dense, soft eyelashes fluttering lightly, her cute and paler nose, and her delicate rosy lips with a faint, healthy sheen, all of which were irresistibly enticing. He felt a sudden surge of tenderness and affection in his heart, reached out to caress her face and neck, and laughed, "You’ve always been ticulous and gentle; it won’t hurt! You’re not like Steward Zhang, the rough fellow!"
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