The pain in his body forced him to take a step back.
Finally freed, An Xuexue leaned against the wall weakly.
"Cough..." Yan Cheng suddenly let out a cough, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips...
The sound of his cough startled both the servant and An Xuexue nearby.
"Young Master, the doctor said your injuries are still severe; please rest immediately!" the servant said hastily.
Yan Cheng's injuries were serious, and ever since he had been brought back to the country, the doctor had repeatedly urged him to take care of himself; otherwise, he would risk long-term complications.
However, over the past few days, Yan Cheng had stubbornly refused to follow the medication regimen.
"Young Master Cheng, hold on! I'll call the doctor right away!"
Having just recovered herself, An Xuexue hurried over in concern, reaching out to support Yan Cheng as she spoke.
"Get out, all of you!" Yan Cheng pushed her away vehemently, his expression cold and full of disgust.
