Sun Ganglie examined Bo Chengxi's injuries. He was badly wounded.
Sun Ganglie had no idea why Bo Chengxi was so badly injured every time they met, or what had happened to him. Where were his men? Why hadn't they protected him?
Now wasn't the time to discuss any of that. Bo Chengxi's injuries were severe, and they couldn't delay any longer.
Sun Ganglie hurriedly dressed and went to fetch a doctor.
A doctor had happened to move to their Manor in the past two years, and his medical skills were quite good.
When the doctor arrived and saw Bo Chengxi's injuries, he was startled too. He hurriedly treated his wounds.
Sun Ganglie took the opportunity to change him out of his bloodstained clothes.
The doctor prescribed medicine to apply externally and take orally, then asked Sun Ganglie to follow him home to collect it.
After collecting the medicine, Sun Ganglie gave the doctor a hundred taels of silver and told him to keep his lips sealed. He absolutely must not tell anyone what had happened tonight.
The doctor repeatedly promised not to say a word.
He was no fool. The fabric worn by the man on the bed was of excellent quality. Though the clothes were torn and stained with blood, anyone who could afford such fabric was not someone he could afford to offend.
Once Sun Ganglie returned, he began brewing the medicine. He also cleaned up every trace of blood in the courtyard and disposed of the bloodstained clothes he had removed.
Sun Ganglie fed Bo Chengxi the medicine, then went to cook porridge for him so he could eat when he woke.
Early the next morning, Bo Chengxi woke up.
Seeing that Bo Chengxi was awake, Sun Ganglie said happily,
"Young master, you're awake?"
"Yes. I had