Think of other ways.

Upon arrival at the General Residence, Qi Zixing regained consciousness.

His first words were to inquire, "Is that young girl still all right?"

"She's fine, don't worry," Lady Qi said with tearful eyes. "But you scared me to death. How are you feeling now?"

"I'm not hurt, Mother, please don't cry," Qi Zixing struggled to lift his hand to wipe away his mother's tears.

"Don't move around," Zhang Xiaoying quickly stopped him upon seeing this.

Earlier on the street, she had only managed to treat Qi Zixing's wounds urgently, which wouldn't stand up to excessive movement.

Qi Zixing was somewhat puzzled.

Lady Qi hurriedly said, "Thanks to Doctor Zhang, oh no, I mean Mr. Zhang. If it hadn't been for Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid it would have been more likely bad than good for you this time."

"I am grateful to Mr. Zhang for saving my life," Qi Zixing struggled to sit up.