"Have someone clean it up."
Jing Lingyu lay listlessly on the bed, which was in complete disarray, cotton wadding scattered all around the room.
He was buried under heaps of cotton, and a slight movement would send a white puff of wadding into the air.
Jing Lingyu gritted his teeth fiercely: "Fetch Doctor Lee."
A moment ago, he had vented his anger for a long time, and the injured area continued to throb with a dull pain, leaving him worried. The issue now wasn't about usability, but whether the earlier incident had affected his recovery.
He was parched and couldn't drink water, only wetting his fingers and barely moistening his lips.
He lived a life of luxury and had never experienced anything like this. Now, he was on the brink of fury, wishing to wield a sword and kill that venomous woman.
Yet at this moment, he truly didn't dare to kill her.
If he dared, his dear brother would likely seize the opportunity to suppress him.
