The next day.
Song Yanqing got up. After a night's rest, his health hadn't improved noticeably.
Soft remained soft.
Pain remained pain.
He was supported by Mu Dong and seated at the dining table to have breakfast.
Having not eaten for a day, he was genuinely hungry.
He ended up eating quite a lot.
Mu Dong brought a bowl of tonic. "Young Master, the kitchen made the tonic you ordered yesterday."
"Hmm," Song Yanqing responded.
"Added with aphrodisiac," Mu Dong added.
Song Yanqing showed a hint of embarrassment.
Mu Dong sensibly didn't say more and quickly changed the topic. "Once Young Master finishes breakfast, I'll fetch the doctor to treat your injuries. Yesterday, seeing you were tired, I didn't disturb your rest."
"No need," Song Yanqing directly refused.
Mu Dong was puzzled, "Young Master..."
"Minor injuries, they'll heal in a few days."
"But looking at your wounds today..."
"It's fine," Song Yanqing said firmly.
Mu Dong dared not say more.
