"Aoooo, Aoooo!!!"
On his shoulder, Zhang Fengxi's loyal spiritual tiger could not stop growling in concern.
Brows knitting in slight confusion, Zhang Fengxi pressed against the bloody fabric.
"I barely moved," he murmured. "And the wound reopens so quickly."
"Sir Zhang, please do not be rash!"
Qiao Wei grasped Zhang Fengxi's wrists and forced him to sit on a cushion.
"Please wait here. I am going to get fresh bandages to redress your wound."
"That's not necessary," Zhang Fengxi pulled at Qiao Wei's sleeve to stop him from leaving. "My wounds heal quickly, so..."
"They clearly do not heal quick enough!" Qiao Wei snapped. "Sir Zhang, please do not be stubborn and listen to me!"
"..."
"Aoooo! Aooooo!"
Subdued by Qiao Wei's persuasion and Xiao Huang's protests, Zhang Fengxi decided to lay back and let Qiao Wei attend to him.
