Zhao Shen turned a deaf ear; at this time, the priority was to stop the bleeding, not worry about anything else.
Xun Fan was unable to even call out, his face pale, lips void of any color. When Zhao Shen first started stitching him up, he quivered. Later his eyes were half-closed, barely able to respond.
Just as Zhao Shen finished stitching, a doctor was dragged over by someone sprinting in a frenzy. The doctor was a bit angry initially, but upon seeing the blood-soaked scene in the courtyard, he was too frightened to make a sound. When he saw Xun Fan inside the room, he dared not speak at all.
He recognized Xun Fan. It could be said there's no one in this city who doesn't know him. Ever since the unceasing heavy rain began two months ago, he emerged to provide disaster relief.
So the people all believed he was a good official.
Seeing him now lying on the couch, covered in blood, his life or death unknown, the doctor stomped and exclaimed "Oh my!" rashly stepping forward.
