"Many thanks to Old Doctor Chen for your care these past days."
At the Half-Mountain Courtyard, Young Master Wei, supported by the Wei Clan's servants, gave the old doctor a slight bow in thanks.
"Young Master, there is no need for such courtesy. Remember, after you return, you must still rest more, take care of your health, and recover properly from your injuries," the old doctor instructed.
"Zi An will remember."
After offering his thanks, Young Master Wei slowly entered a sedan chair with the servants' support.
His wounds had not yet fully healed, and his body remained weak. He could not be exposed to too much wind.
On the journey home, he could only ride in a soft sedan that shielded him from the wind, lest pathogenic chills invade his body.
The Wei Family Grand Steward, standing nearby, could not help nodding slightly at the sight.
Over these past days, he had noticed that after this brush with life and death, the Young Master had actually become somewhat steadier, no longer as mischievous and unruly as before.
In the past, getting him to thank a medical practitioner would not have been easy.
So although he had suffered a great calamity this time and nearly lost his life—
if the Young Master could truly change because of it, then it could indeed be called a blessing in disguise, not entirely a bad thing.
Once the Young Master had entered the sedan chair, Grand Steward Wei stepped forward.
"Old Doctor Chen, this time, our Young Master was fortunate enough to awaken and preserve his life. His body has now recovered remarkably well, without any serious lasting afflictions. It is all thanks to your miraculous healing hands, your superb medical skill, and your benevolent heart."
"For this, everyone in the Wei Residence