Governor Mansion.
Dr. Zhang changed Lu Yuan's dressing, applied fresh gauze, and admonished him earnestly, "Grand Commander, your wounds haven't healed yet. You must reduce activities and rest more."
"Mm."
Lu Yuan glanced at the border map in his hand and responded carelessly with a single syllable.
Dr. Zhang knew he hadn't taken his advice to heart and sighed helplessly, shaking his head.
The Grand Commander was ruthless to others, but even harsher to himself. People said he treated human lives like grass, but that wasn't entirely accurate—he didn't even care for his own life.
Dr. Zhang packed up his medicine case, cast a hesitant glance at Bao Shu who had her back turned to them, and asked, "Miss Bao Shu…"
"Ignore her."
"Understood, I shall take my leave now. I'll return tomorrow to change the Grand Commander's dressing again."
Dr. Zhang picked up his medicine case and left.
