He had to be cautious with his arm for the time being, refraining from strenuous activity. The wound, though lengthy and deep, necessitated a day or two of recuperation…
Qiao Xuan expressed her gratitude to the doctor and instructed Qingyan to see him off. She then tasked Caiyue with preparing the medicine and personally tended to Shao Yunduan's wound.
Gazing at the injury, her heart twinged with both relief and apprehension.
Thankfully, his injuries weren't grave.
Had his bones been affected, it would have been a lesser evil. But what if his entire arm had been crippled? What if the sword had struck his chest?
Qiao Xuan, typically unfazed by the tumultuous era and world changes, was deeply stirred this time.
The unpredictability of this chaotic world, where danger lurked at every turn, was unsettling.
If only the old order had remained intact, untouched by upheaval, how could such peril arise?
