An Xiaomian withdrew her gaze from the sleeping Arthur, then asked Qing Feng and Moli, "How is Arthur doing?"
"The young master is doing well, he's gradually recovering. We believe in another two months, all his wounds will be healed, and he will be able to get up and walk around." Qing Feng and Moli answered gently.
Only then did An Xiaomian breathe a sigh of relief, and then said to Qing Feng and Moli, "Do you have any painkillers and cold medicine? I have a wound that's hurting a bit, and it seems like I might have a cold too."
"Yes, yes, I have both of these medicines in my box, here you go." Qing Feng hurriedly opened the box she carried with her, rummaged through it, and handed An Xiaomian two medicine bottles.
Moli quickly went to the side and brought back a cup of warm water, "Miss Xiaomian, here you are."
An Xiaomian took the warm water and medicine, and smiled gratefully at them, "Thank you."
