"If I don't control your hand now, I'm going to be crippled."
He only stood in the doorway for a moment before entering.
Feng Qingying quickly dried his tears, his eyes slightly red, "It's just a superficial wound, I'm fine."
"Even though you've already seen the bone, it's still called a superficial wound. Your highness is already asleep. If you're worried, I'll guard the wound for you. You go and bandage it first, you can't delay any longer."
"How are you?"
"You won't die. Go and bandage your wounds. We'll talk about the rest when you come back."
Qi Lu pushed Feng Qingying a little, and without asking any further, she turned around and walked out of the tent.