East Street, an inconspicuous courtyard, Xia Wenjin entered with a medicine bag.
The courtyard was quiet, and she walked in without seeing even a single servant.
Because there was simply no one in this courtyard.
Xia Wenjin headed not to the main residence but to a room in the east wing.
That room had a bed and bedding, with good lighting. Although it wasn't large, it was enough for one person, without needing much space. The most important thing was that there was a small kitchen next to the room.
She pushed open the door. The beddings were newly bought, not originally from this room. The young man lying on the bed had his wounds bandaged well, but he was still unconscious.
Xia Wenjin entered the small kitchen next door, where she placed the herbs she had just bought into a pot to brew. While keeping an eye on the fire, she also started preparing porridge on another stove.
These days she only brewed medicine; the rice was just bought today.
