It was the time for her wound to dress up a new.
The Crown Prince came to help the old physician but where was physician.
His personal servant handed him a small letter.
The physician was sick today, the old age in itself was disease.
He sighed because he sent some instructions as to how he could do it.
He looked at the silently sitting girl.
He gestured the maid to prepare medicated bandages and antiseptic.
"What? Did not old physician was suppose to..?" She was waiting for the physician but he was still nowhere.
"Diu, old physician cannot come today, I will do it instead," apparently he was really busy reading the instructions but inside his heart was palpitating fast.
"Why it feels like burden?" he admonished himself.
"My Prince, why bother just order these maids, I'll be fine with it?"
Henan spoke because it would feel unrealistic for her to see all this.