Amo was extremely anxious and continued, "Young Master, wait, I will immediately send someone to find a doctor."
"Don't." Li Fuyou used all his strength to bellow.
The events of today had already become a joke throughout the city. How could he let the news of his buttocks being blown apart spread again.
His eyes were filled with hatred, and even his frail face showed a fierce determination. He would certainly avenge today's humiliation.
A moment later, he spoke, "Don't let the doctor come, just buy some fever medicine and some for healing wounds."
Amo hesitated, then realized the likely condition of his young master's health and nodded in agreement. He instructed the servants to go and buy and prepare the medicine.
Soon, under the care of Acheng, Li Fuyou ate, took his medicine, and his fever subsided somewhat, regaining some strength.
He lay there, contemplating everything.
