After seeing his mother off, Lu Zhan returned to the room.
Seeing him enter, Zhi Wan quickly called out, "Cousin, come over here. I'll put some ointment on for you."
As Lu Zhan drew closer, he saw several porcelain bottles already placed on the small table in front of her.
He paused, then said gently, "I'm fine. I don't need any ointment."
"How could you be fine? I saw everything. Mother didn't hold back at all." After saying this, Zhi Wan pulled him by the hand, making him sit down beside her. She then reached for his belt. "It must hurt terribly. Let me take a look."
A small smile touched Lu Zhan's lips. He took her hand and said, "It's just a minor injury. It doesn't even hurt, so don't worry."
"No. I have to see for myself. If it's really nothing, just like you said, then we won't apply any ointment," Zhi Wan insisted.
Lu Zhan couldn't refuse her, so he finally took off his robe and let her inspect the wounds.
