Never once, Qin Shang would hate him so much.

It would be fine if he died of being possessed by himself, but he hurt his master...

Emperor Xiu reached out to take the handkerchief from his hand, and said in a faint tone: "How do you feel now?"

Qin Shang looked up blankly, looking pale with a distraught face.

Emperor Xiu put his left arm on several tables, held the medicine in his right hand, wiped some of it on the wound, stopped the bleeding, turned to look at Qin Shang, "Do you want to help me bandage the wound?"

Qin Shang came back to his senses and hurriedly found a clean white cloth strip, trembled slightly, and carefully bandaged the wound.

After bandaging it, he remembered whether such a serious injury would hurt the bones?

"Master..." Qin Shang stared at the arms wrapped around the white cloth strips, and his expression could not hide his anxiety, "I...I'll call Yun Ziyi over..."

Yun Ziyi is Yun Qingyi's brother and a doctor. Unlike Yun Qingyi who lingers in Tianshan for many years, he collects rare grasses. Instead, he stays on the mountain to take care of him, he is also the personal doctor of the Pavilion Master.

However, Emperor Xiu had never been sick or injured in these years. Doctor Yun Ziyi had no use of skills, so he focused on taking care of his herbs all over the garden.

Emperor Xiu raised his eyes: "Do you want everyone to know that I am injured?"

Qin Shang was stunned.

It is no trivial to be injured by the master. If someone knows, not only him, but also all the masters outside the Imperial Palace Water Pavilion will have to remove a layer of skin due to inadequate protection.

Can……

"It's nothing serious." Di Xiu's tone was faint, "It's just skin trauma, don't worry."

Qin Shang kept staring at his bandaged arm, and the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt, "Master... does it hurt?"

Emperor Xiu calmed for a moment, leaned on the couch, held his chin with his right hand, and looked at him lightly: "What do you think?"

Qin Shang froze and suddenly realized how stupid a question he had asked.

No matter how powerful the master is, he is still a mortal body. How can he not hurt if he is injured?

But when asked this question, it seems so naive and ignorant.

Standing stiffly for a moment, his eyes touched the shocking blood on the snow-white robe sleeves. Qin Shang pursed his lips, turned around to get a set of clean clothes, and whispered: "Master, replace the robe."

Emperor Xiu glanced at him, got up and took off his robe, let Qin Shang serve him to change one, and then sat down on the couch again.

Qin Shang stood at a loss for a moment, turned around and brewed a cup of tea for the owner, and stood still for a moment.

I felt nervous, but I didn't dare to ask anything. I turned around without saying a word and walked to the opposite side, kneeling down against the wall.

Facing the wall and thinking about mistakes.

His mind was in chaos, and Qin Shang tried hard to calm himself down, but he regretted it as soon as he knelt down.

He didn't want to be so far away from his master.

Too far away.

It was so far that he felt chill all over, and he felt like an abandoned driftwood on the sea, with no end to see, only endless huge waves rolled over layer by layer, making him scared and helpless.

But he knew that this was the punishment he deserved.

The master's indulgence on him made him less and less conscientious. He was not arrogant because of his favor, but because of his favor, he completely forgot his duty.

I thought my position would not be replaced, so I became lazy about practicing martial arts, so that... I almost had irreversible consequences.

Is his martial arts... completely useless?
Chapter completed!