Seeing his son cry, Duke Su's heart softened again, and he said, "Rest assured, Little Four. Father has already sent for Dean Wang from the Imperial Hospital. With him here, you are sure to recover fully."
The Duchess took out a handkerchief to wipe her son's tears, telling him not to cry because dropping tears onto the wound would hurt even more.
Su Yaoqi suddenly closed his eyes, "All of you leave. I want to be alone for a while."
So much happened overnight; old wounds had not healed, and new ones were added. Moreover, it was disfiguring. For someone who had not experienced many setbacks, it was somewhat unbearable.
Duke Su wanted to say something, but the Duchess whispered, "My Lord, it's better if you leave for now. Given how badly injured Little Four is, he might find it hard to accept for a while. Don't agitate him further."
Duke Su sighed, called for Hao Yun and Su Yu, and the three of them left the room, leaving the Duchess inside to care for their son.
