Chen Yang had wanted to help with the cooking, but Wang Hong insisted there was no need and asked him to keep an eye on Wang Qingyue instead.
"Just check the wound. Leave the rest to us."
Chen Yang didn't say much upon hearing this and nodded in agreement.
"How are you feeling now?" Chen Yang sat down and looked at Wang Qingyue, who was lying on the stretcher.
Wang Qingyue's complexion had improved quite a bit by that time, no longer the pallid face she had from the injury.
Her face had regained much of its color, but the afternoon's jostling still made her look somewhat fatigued and haggard.
"I feel much better now, not very painful," Wang Qingyue replied.
"As long as you're feeling better. It's normal to have a slight dull pain, considering how big the wound is, and the medication can cause some pain as it works." Chen Yang nodded slightly and immediately took out the juice of the crushed herbs that he had saved in a water bottle.