No one could know the grief and indignation in his heart. His family had fallen into decline, to the point where a frail woman whose hands carried the scent of ink had to go onto the battlefield to help raise morale. If anything truly happened to his sister, even death ten thousand times would not absolve him. He would have no face to meet their deceased parents and elder brothers.
"Brother, I'm fine." Shang Shuqing weakly shook her head.
Niu Youdao darted over, swiftly striking Shang Shuqing's acupoints to stop the bleeding. Then he took her pulse and examined her back. He truly did not know what to say about this woman. Originally, he had felt it was only natural to avoid such danger; there was no need to risk his life for someone else. Yet this woman had charged onto the battlefield too, leaving something indescribable in his heart—a faint sense of shame, perhaps.
Of course, not a trace of shame showed on his face.
Now, though, he was worried about Yuan Gang. Even he felt somewhat guilty. Yuan Gang, whom he had stopped, might well be feeling far worse. Niu Youdao could not help but smile bitterly to himself.
"Prince, the County Princess is not seriously injured. She has merely lost too much blood and will recover after a period of rest. However, the wound on her back is rather large and will likely need stitching. Otherwise, it may leave behind a large scar," Niu Youdao reminded Shang Chaozong after examining her.
Hearing that she was all right, Shang Chaozong relaxed slightly. But when he heard about stitching, he asked suspiciously, "Stitching? How would that be done?"
"Uh..." Niu Youdao froze for a moment, then remembered that such a term did not exist here. He explained, "It means