Xiao Qi felt guilty inside and thus strove to win the chance to treat Luo Chen’s wound: “Mistress, I really do have experience! In the past, my eldest brother often took me down the mountain to steal melons. Once, eldest brother was slashed on the buttocks by the melon-watching uncle’s sickle and bled a lot—I was the one who treated eldest brother’s wound.”

Having said this, Xiao Qi nudged Luosai Huzi with his elbow: “Right, eldest brother?”

Luosai Huzi’s face turned green as he ground his teeth and nodded.

If it weren’t for this kind of occasion, he’d beat this brat to death!

Luo Sheng still wasn’t reassured: “The situation is different—the tree branch is still embedded in the flesh—”

Xiao Qi hastily said: “There was another time when eldest brother took me to steal chickens—”

“Shut up!” Luosai Huzi could endure no more and roared angrily, then smiled awkwardly at Luo Sheng: “Mistress, Xiao Qi really does have experience.”

If Xiao Qi kept talking, he’d have no face left to show.

Seeing Luosai Huzi say this, Luo Sheng looked toward Luo Chen.

Treating external injuries really wasn’t difficult—the key lay in the medicine used. And with medicine given by Divine Physician Li, there was nothing to worry about.

Luo Chen pressed his lips tightly together without making a sound.

Having already understood the youth’s contrary nature, Luo Sheng grasped his meaning: this was agreement.

“Then we’ll go out.”

Luo Chen still didn’t make a sound.

He felt that if he spoke, it would seem as if he was particularly willing to let Xiao Qi treat his wound.

In reality, he was sick to death of this fool who could fall from a tree while picking persimmons.

“Xiao Qi, I’ll trouble you then.” Luo Sheng smiled at Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi grinned broadly: “Mistress, don’t be so polite with me. This is what I should do anyway.”

Hearing this, Luo Chen’s face darkened as he snorted coldly: “Have you said enough?”

Xiao Qi hurriedly covered his mouth and nodded.

Soon the others withdrew, leaving only the two youths in the room.

“Young Master Luo, I’ll take off your pants first.” For Xiao Qi, who came from a bandit background, this was nothing at all, and his tone was naturally without any embarrassment.

Luo Chen’s face grew hot as he said irritably: “Can you not talk so much?”

Couldn’t he just silently treat the wound?

“Then I won’t talk.” Xiao Qi gently removed Luo Chen’s pants, his gaze suddenly falling on one spot.

Not receiving any reaction, Luo Chen couldn’t help asking: “What are you doing?”

The tree branch was still stuck in his flesh—he was still in pain!

“Young Master Luo, may I speak now?”

Originally, Xiao Qi wouldn’t be so careful with Luo Chen—otherwise there wouldn’t have been that fight over a June persimmon. But now that Luo Chen had been injured trying to save him, guilt and unease naturally made things different.

“Do you want me to chase you out?”

Xiao Qi hesitated, then asked in confusion: “So can I speak or can I not speak?”

Luo Chen took quite a while to calm down before spitting out two words: “As you wish!”

Xiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief and answered Luo Chen’s earlier question: “Young Master Luo, I saw a scar on your buttocks.”

How strange—the position was almost the same as the scar on his own buttocks.

Luo Chen choked with anger: “If you keep looking randomly, get out.”

“I didn’t mean to look… Just bear with it, I’m pulling out the tree branch now.”

He just found it too coincidental and was a bit surprised—he wasn’t fond of looking around randomly.

Besides, they were both boys—what was there to look at?

Xiao Qi cleanly pulled out the tree branch.

Luo Chen let out a muffled groan, cold sweat soaking through his back, but he didn’t scream.

Xiao Qi’s eyes were full of admiration: “Young Master Luo, you’re so strong—”

“Shut up!” Luo Chen weakly rebuked him, regretting it ten thousand times over in his heart.

If he’d known the dark-skinned boy talked this much nonsense, he might as well have let Luo Sheng do it.

No, Luo Sheng still wouldn’t do—he should have had his cousin come…

The youth lay on the bed, enduring the pain while thinking contradictorily.

Suddenly there was a cooling sensation, and the pain immediately eased considerably.

Xiao Qi revealed a smile: “The medicine’s applied. Young Master Luo, do you feel any better?”

“Get out.” Luo Chen didn’t want to waste another word with the dark-skinned boy.

“Then rest well.” Xiao Qi turned and walked two steps when he suddenly thought of something, fished out a bright red persimmon from his chest, and placed it at the head of the bed.

Luo Chen looked at the persimmon, then raised his eyes to look at the dark-faced youth.

Xiao Qi grinned: “When I fell, I protected the persimmon in my arms—it didn’t get crushed.”

Luo Chen: “…”

He hadn’t been that angry before, but now he was even angrier!

The persimmon wasn’t crushed, but his buttocks had bloomed open.

“Remember to try it—the persimmon that grew at the highest point must be very sweet.” Having finished his reminder, Xiao Qi finally left.

Luo Chen coldly regarded that red persimmon.

No matter how sweet it was, he wouldn’t eat it—Xiao Qi had just applied medicine to him without washing his hands at all!

Thinking this way, he felt even more stifled about being injured for this.

While Luo Chen sulked in the room, Xiao Qi happily walked out.

“Mistress, I’ve finished treating everything.”

Luo Sheng nodded with a smile: “Thank you for your hard work. Aunt Xiu, take Xiao Qi to eat.”

At Xiao Qi’s age, he was growing and couldn’t go hungry.

“Xiao Qi, let’s go.” Xiu Yue patted Xiao Qi’s arm.

Hearing there was food, Xiao Qi immediately followed Xiu Yue.

Although he’d eaten a bowl of noodles with gravy sauce earlier to fill his stomach, between the shock and fright it had long since been digested.

Luo Sheng knocked on the door: “Luo Chen, I’m coming in.”

After waiting a moment, a voice finally came from inside: “Mm.”

Luo Sheng pushed the door open and saw the youth lying face down on the bed with a pale face, a thin brocade quilt covering him—he truly looked rather pitiful.

“How do you feel?”

The youth kept a straight face: “Can you please not ask?”

With an injured buttocks, besides pain and humiliation, how else could he feel?

Luo Sheng curved her lips: “Then are you hungry?”

“Not hungry.”

Luo Sheng set down a set of clean clothes: “Then I’ll have your cousin come in to help you change clothes. Once you’re dressed, you can return to the Grand Commander’s manor.”

Luo Chen’s expression darkened.

He said he wasn’t hungry, and she was just going to ignore him?

Was she or wasn’t she his real sister?

“Have cousin come in.” The youth turned his face away stubbornly.

Then Luo Sheng went out.

Luo Chen: “…”

Xiu Yue led Xiao Qi to the back kitchen. Xiao Qi couldn’t help but share what he’d discovered: “Auntie, when I was applying medicine to Young Master Luo just now, I discovered something particularly coincidental.”

“What is it?” Aunt Xiu ladled out a bowl of clear noodle soup with a poached egg and handed it to Xiao Qi.

“Young Master Luo also has an injury scar on his buttocks, and the position and size are similar to mine—”

Xiu Yue’s hand trembled and the bowl of noodles nearly spilled.

Xiao Qi quickly took the bowl: “Auntie, what’s wrong?”

Xiu Yue steadied herself and smiled at Xiao Qi: “Auntie is fine. Xiao Qi, eat while it’s hot. Auntie will go ask the young lady if they want to eat.”

Xiao Qi nodded and began eating while holding the bowl.

Xiu Yue hurriedly went to find Luo Sheng.

At this time, Luo Sheng had already sent Wei Han away and was standing alone under the corridor, leaning against a pillar lost in thought.

“Miss, there’s something I need to tell you.” Xiu Yue’s expression was grave as she lowered her voice.

Luo Sheng’s face remained impassive as she lifted her foot and walked into the eastern side room.

“What is it?”

Xiu Yue seemed extremely hesitant, but in front of Luo Sheng she held nothing back, saying in a low voice: “Just now, Xiao Qi said he saw an injury scar on Young Master Luo’s buttocks, and the position and size are similar to his own scar—”