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Chen Xiaojun's hand, resting on the brocade quilt, tightened slightly, his knuckles pressing deep dents into the fine satin. "Since things have come to this, hold back your grief for now. In front of your great-grandfather, you still need to keep yourself together."
Zhu Wuneng nodded hard, his rough breathing tugging at the unhealed wounds beneath his bandages. "I understand... Great-grandfather hasn't woken yet. When he opens his eyes... I won't show any sorrow."
He raised a hand and wiped fiercely across his eyes. The wet traces were scrubbed away by the back of his coarse hand, leaving faint red marks behind.
"Teacher Pu Shuirou and Uncle Shiyuan are naturally extraordinary in Medical Arts," Chen Xiaojun said, his gaze shifting to the swaying tree shadows beyond the window, his voice easing somewhat, "but there are many miracle-working physicians in this world. There will always be some way. Also—"
He paused. "Has a letter been sent to my mother?"
A spark of light suddenly burst in Zhu Wuneng's eyes, like a drowning man seizing driftwood. "It's being rushed to Fasinuo."
In his heart, the Mistress's wondrous healing hands were unmatched in the world. This was already the only thin rope visible above the abyss.
Chen Xiaojun turned back, his gaze falling once more on Zhu Wuneng's face. "Xiao Yi... where is she right now?"
"Sister Xiao Yi..." Zhu Wuneng's voice dropped a little. "...is over at the arena."
"The arena?" The slight calm that had just settled in Chen Xiaojun's eyes froze in an instant. "She only woke after sleeping for three days! And in this state she ran off to compete with others? Is she... truly not willing to stop until she's wrung this body