The Eldest Prince tore the book in his hand into pieces, page by page, using only his right hand. His left hand hung straight down at his waist. The door was pushed open and an Imperial Physician entered, bowing his head and said, "Your Highness, this humble servant is here to change your dressing."
The Eldest Prince did not move, allowing the Imperial Physician to undo the cotton dressing on his shoulder, clean it, and reapply the medicine. He did not make any noise.
The Imperial Physician glanced at the torn paper scattered on the floor, noticeable only to him. He held his breath and quickly finished his task, then said, "Your Highness, when you are idle, you can try to move your arm slightly to aid in your recovery."
A cold stare came his way, startling the Imperial Physician. Bowing his head again, he said, "This humble servant will return tomorrow at this time to change your dressing, Your Highness. I take my leave." Not daring to say another word, he quickly retreated.
