Too many implications

"Didn't he say when he would wake up?" Cheng huaijin asked again.

"No, I didn't," The maidservant shook her head.

At this moment, Gu Xin's other maid came in with the medicine.

Cheng huaijin retreated to the side and watched them feed the medicine.

It wasn't easy to feed medicine to an unconscious person. Furthermore, Gu yingxue didn't seem to have any will to live. One spoonful of medicine would leak out more than half a spoonful. Even if she didn't sweat at night, he would probably have to change her clothes every day.

There were two bowls on the tray, and they were full.

Seeing the medicine stains all over Gu yingxue's neck, Cheng huaijin asked the maidservant to go to the side. He sat at the head of the bed, looking like he was going to feed her personally.

"Prince, lady Xue 'er's back is injured. Don't touch her." The maidservant quickly stopped him.