Shen Yong waved his hand, blaming himself a few times, "Ah, it's Second Uncle's fault. I just brought you back, and you've already gotten hurt. Second Uncle is ashamed."
Shen Juncheng, pulling a weak tone, replied, "Second Uncle, don't blame yourself. Accidents are unpredictable for anyone. Second Uncle did not do it intentionally. How can Cheng'er not understand?"
Shen Yong still looked self-reproachful, "Second Uncle sees you're very weak. Earlier, someone gifted Second Uncle a piece of Centennial Ginseng. Second Uncle will have it sent over later to replenish your qi and blood."
"Now you should rest first. Second Uncle is going out to deal with that Liao Quan."
Shen Juncheng weakly thanked him and lay back down.
Su An'an considerately covered him with a blanket, wet a cloth, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and asked, "Husband, would you like to drink some water?"
Shen Juncheng shook his head, his breath weak.
