Inside the room, Feng Xuan stood anxiously by the bed, waiting for Yu An to treat the unconscious Feng Yue.
"There," Yu An said after a long moment, withdrawing her hand. "His injuries aren't too severe. It's mainly blood loss. He just needs to rest and recover properly."
"An'an, thank you."
Feng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Yu An's hands were stained with blood, he quickly fetched a damp handkerchief to wipe them clean.
"We're family. There's no need for thanks," Yu An said, patting his arm. "You stay and watch over him. I'm going to step out."
The Zaizai had been playing in the courtyard and were frightened by the sight of the bloody, mangled Feng Yue. It took Mo Yan and the others quite a while to finally calm them down.
When Yu An came out, she didn't see the Zaizai. Only Ao Wu was waiting for her outside the door.
He walked over to Yu An. "They've lulled the Zaizai to sleep," he said. "An'an, who's that tiger? Feng Xuan seems so anxious."
