One cut after another, though it seemed that only half an incense stick had not burned, Xin He felt as if she had been tortured for an entire year.
Finally, the Imperial Physician put away his knife, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Alright, I'll re-bandage Lord Mu, and it'll be fine as long as the dressing is changed on time." As he spoke, he had already begun taking care of the wound with swift and efficient movements.
Xin He felt like a weight had been lifted off her heart. She was so drained, she could hardly muster any energy, "Thank you, Imperial Physician."
"It's nothing, it falls within my duties. I'll go and tell the others to prepare the medicine. The dressing on his wounds needs to be changed morning and night. Remember not to move too much, or the wound will open again." He advised before leaving with his medical box.
The others in the room, who had been attending to them, tactfully withdrew, leaving only Xin He and Marquis Mu in the large room.