"Xiao Wu, take it easy," he said. "Your injury isn't serious. I'll prescribe you some medicine. Rub some medicinal alcohol on it and rest for a week. You should be fine."
Originally, Xiao Wu had been helping with moving goods but now that he was injured, he definitely couldn't continue to help. Liang Jingxian let him rest on the side and took it upon himself to move the remaining boxes of fragrance pouches into the storeroom of Fu He Tang.
At first, Xiao Wu felt quite depressed about being beaten without cause, but now that the 100,000 yuan from Qin Zijin had been directly deposited into his account, he was on cloud nine, and any trace of dissatisfaction had dissipated like smoke.
At the same time, he was also well aware that this 100,000 yuan mainly came from Liang Jing Xian's help; if not for him, his beating would have been for nothing. Even Ye Jing was unlikely to have sought justice for him.