At night, the unprotected wound began to throb faintly.
Lu Yuanfeng felt as though his entire right arm was burning, it was unbearably uncomfortable.
During dinner, Wen Xiaoya came to deliver medicine to Lu Yuanfeng but he refused again.
He didn't even touch the things Wen Xiaoya delivered.
She was half dead with anger, but didn't regret at all.
Was even a bit happy, Shuangshuang wouldn't be upset knowing this.
Thinking of Shuangshuang, Lu Yuanfeng suddenly felt that the wound didn't hurt anymore.
He felt as though strength had returned to his body, he smiled as he opened his eyes to daylight.
Dressing, working, Lu Yuanfeng missed nothing.
His right hand was stiff, so he used his left hand, and by morning he chopped a good amount of firewood, which startled Zheng Damao.
"You silly kid, are you crazy? I've already given your work to someone else, why are you doing it yourself?"
Zheng Damao had never seen someone who disregarded his own interests like this.
