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"You need to be looked after better." Liu Mingyun's lips pursed, concern burning hot in his heart. Placing the vomit filled bucket outside, the Crown Prince returned to his side, pressing a glass of water to his lips. "Lie down after this, Xin'er."
Li Xinyuan sipped the water without protest, closing his eyes as dizziness pervaded his senses, overwhelming his very being. "I apologise for—"
"Stop." Hearing the Prince snap, the surgeon's mouth clicked shut, eyes widening. He looked up, stunned. "Do not apologise for anything. You are wounded and ill."
Seeing the dark and thunderous look on the Crown Prince's face, Li Xinyuan lowered his eyes and wisely swallowed anything else he would have said. Better stay silent now and save himself another earful from him.
"Yes, My Liege," chastened, the doctor nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down, clenching his hand, eyes following the thin threads of the bandage covering the burnt skin.
