He had thought that once he told the truth, even if the Marquis of Huifeng did not vent his anger on him, he would hardly treat him kindly. Yet the outcome was far better than he had expected.
Huang Yu could tell that, although the Marquis of Huifeng was disappointed and grieving, he had probably anticipated this result long ago and prepared himself for it.
That was hardly difficult to understand. What physician who had dealt with the Marquis of Huifeng's Residence did not know how serious Young Marquis Fang's leg injury was?
Keeping him alive was already fortunate enough. Hoping his injured leg would recover completely, without even a limp, was a fool's dream.
As these thoughts passed through Huang Yu's mind, he thanked the marquis aloud for his reward and followed someone outside, unwilling to linger even a moment.
On his way out, he saw a young servant hurrying inside, passing him shoulder to shoulder.
In the study, the steward Fang Zhong had just escorted Physician Huang out when he turned and came back in. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed. "My lord, please save the heir!"
"Get up first." The Marquis of Huifeng lowered his gaze to the man who was speaking and kowtowing on the floor, his brow furrowing.
The steward Fang Zhong refused to rise and continued kowtowing. "My lord, the heir is the eldest legitimate son of you and your lady wife. You watched him grow up! Eunuch Ma is narrow-minded. To seize power, he will stop at nothing. He might even endanger the heir's life. How can we stand by and watch, my lord? Just one word from you, and the heir can live! Please save him!"
The steward was no longer young and had watched the eldest young master, Fang