Long Fanyun flew into another inexplicable rage.
"Don't treat me like a child. Do you think I've become a cripple, unable to do anything?"
Hong Fu forced a smile, but she didn't stop. She continued holding the chamber pot to help Long Fanyun relieve himself in bed. "You're not a child or a cripple. You're just recovering from your injuries."
Long Fanyun's face was cold, without a trace of gratitude. "You don't need to make that face. Even I can smell the stench. Why pretend you don't notice? Turn away. Be disgusted. I don't care."
Hong Fu didn't know how to respond. As she hesitated, he finished relieving himself and pushed her away. He pulled up his trousers and covered himself with the blanket, then lay back with his head tilted up. Even those simple movements tugged at his wounds, and pain left him drenched in sweat.
Hong Fu set down the chamber pot and reached for a cloth to wipe him. Long Fanyun raised a hand to stop her. "There's no need. This is fine. At least I know I'm still alive."
"Then get some rest. It's already late."
Long Fanyun turned and glared at her. "How am I supposed to sleep with you standing guard here?"
"Haven't I been standing guard here all along?" Hong Fu gave him a gentle, winning smile, a trick she'd learned while serving as a slave. It had never failed her before, but this time it did.
"That's nonsense. I was unconscious then. How is that the same as now?"
"Don't get angry. I'll leave right away. Divine Doctor Sun said you need to keep calm..."
"Divine Doctor Sun, Divine Doctor Sun! Everything he says goes. Do you think he's really a god? If you're leaving, then hurry up and go. The farther