Her husband's face was scratched, and the skin was laced with poison. Despite applying medicine, there was no effect, the legs too.
It seems the young lady needs to take him to the Capital City.
"Alright, I'll tidy things up, and set off to the Capital City in the next couple of days."
A hoarse male voice opposed, "No, I won't go to the Capital City."
Prince An is in the Capital City, if he learns that Zhao Jun is not dead, he'll surely kill him, implicating her as well.
He'd rather not be treated.
To regain his voice is blessing enough, there's no need to walk into a trap.
The chubby shopkeeper, unaware of his thoughts, disputed that refusing treatment was wrong and warmly advised, "Sir, you should also consider your wife. Do you want her to serve you for a lifetime? She's still so young, hasn't borne any children, yet is taking care of a paralyzed you. Can you really bear this?"
The square-faced, pockmarked waiter stepped forward.
