The crowd was somewhat puzzled, frowning deeply and lost in thought, while He Wenzhu, unaware of the reason, simply smiled and said, "Fortunately, the Great General's illness is of no concern. I'll write a prescription here, please have the General take it daily as instructed. As long as he rests quietly for a while longer, avoiding anger and fighting, he will naturally recover as before."
Hearing this, Shang Ruyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she said, "Thank you for your trouble, getting up in the middle of the night. She'er, escort the old gentleman back to rest."
He Wenzhu then gave her a salute, nodded to the people around, and packed up his medicine box to leave with Tushere; once he was gone, Shang Ruyi turned back to Mu Xiancheng Bridge and the others, saying, "Alright, you've been busy all night, go back and rest."
Mu Xian, still somewhat worried, said, "Young Madam, the Great General—"
Shang Ruyi said, "I'm here to take care of him, aren't you all assured?"
