Shen Yaowei immediately panicked. She hurriedly checked Cang Ye's condition and found traces of blood seeping out of the wound. She apologized guiltily, "I'm sorry, Cang Ye. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?"
Cang Ye took a deep breath. His steady voice didn't sound shaken at all. "I'm fine. There are inevitably bumps along the way. You don't have to blame yourself."
"Yes, I'll reapply the dressing to your wound now. When it's bandaged, there's no need to change the dressing before we reach the capital." Shen Yaowei looked at the big wound on Cang Ye's back. Worry was written all over her face as she continued to treat his injuries.
Shen Yaowei used the best healing medicine, but even so, Cang Ye's injuries were still recovering very slowly.
