No one in the bed and breakfast knew where he had gone.
Her condition required tetanus shots for prevention, along with an examination to ensure there were no glass shards left in her flesh. The doctor meticulously handled every step of the procedure.
All day long, Shen Jing sat on the sofa, letting the doctor administer injections.
Chen Yao personally delivered meals. He had somehow found a skilled chef who prepared exquisite, blood-nourishing dishes.
Pigeon blood, donkey-hide gelatin, oxtail soup.
Shen Jing found it too rich. "Losing so little blood really isn't worth all this fuss."
"Just eat it," he said.
Chen Yao continued to serve her dishes meant for healing wounds. "After all, it's the Second Young Master's money. Are you worried about him spending it?"
"Does he treat other women the same way?" Shen Jing asked.
That is to say, would he care for anyone who got drunk? Would he kneel to tend to anyone who got hurt?
