Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 747 - 745: I’m Not a Masochist

Le Zhao didn’t say anything because he didn’t want them to worry at the time.

Later, he privately sought out Du Bingxue. After carefully examining him, Du Bingxue also said his shoulder ligaments were damaged and advised him not to wield weapons for at least two years.

"Why didn’t you say anything?" Xuan Ying said, eyes reddened, "Why didn’t you tell us you were in pain?"

"I..." Le Zhao paused for a long time before saying, "I just didn’t want you all to worry."

"Don’t worry," Chu Wuqu said, "Take care of yourself. You’ll be fine in less than a year, but during this time, you shouldn’t pick up a sword."

Duan Yunfei stared at him for a while before shaking his head and saying, "You really kept this secret well; you almost fooled me."

Shen Qinglan reached out to pat his shoulder but paused slightly remembering Chu Wuqu’s words and silently withdrew her hand.

"Given the situation, Young Master Le should really focus on recovering."

After all, what’s done is done, what’s the use of saying more?

Shen Qinglan sighed softly to herself.

Xuan Ying lowered his head and said nothing more, instead turning around to leave.

"Ah Ying!"

Le Zhao was startled and quickly reached out to pull him back.

Xuan Ying paused, looking at him, "Why are you in such a hurry? I just wanted to find some medicine that could help heal your injury." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Le Zhao was slightly taken aback, and a smile unconsciously curled his lips, "So... you’re not angry anymore?"

"Why would I dare be angry with you?" Xuan Ying huffed coldly, "I’m not a masochist; why would I upset myself?"

"I have medicine; you don’t need to find it!" Le Zhao said, "Miss Du gave me a lot, all of high quality, and my injury has improved greatly!"

Afraid that he wouldn’t believe him, Le Zhao quickly raised his hand and vowed, "I’m telling the truth!"

"Enough!" Xuan Ying pulled his hand away, grumbling, "Didn’t you say you were going to change clothes? Hurry up!"

Le Zhao smiled and quickly nodded, "I’m going now."

"Hey, wait!"

He had only taken a few steps when Xuan Ying called out to him.

"What is it?" Le Zhao turned back, puzzled.

Xuan Ying pointed to the sword in his hand, "Give me the sword."

Le Zhao glanced at the sword in his hand, turned back, and stood opposite Xuan Ying with a smile, "Do you like this sword?"

"Who’s interested in that broken sword of yours?" Xuan Ying glared, "To prevent you from practicing secretly and affecting your injury, I’ll hold onto it for you."

"Oh." Le Zhao laughed and quickly handed the sword over, "Here."

Xuan Ying took the sword expressionlessly, "Alright, you can go now."

Le Zhao laughed, glanced over at Duan Yunfei and the others, then turned and left with big strides.

"This guy really is..."

Unable to find a suitable description, Duan Yunfei simply shook his head helplessly.

Shen Qinglan chuckled softly, "I think he looks pretty happy."

Xuan Ming said, "No wonder Young Master Le’s swordsmanship worsened significantly when we sparred the other day, so that’s why!"

He felt a bit guilty, "It’s only my fault for not examining him closely at the time."

When he saw Le Zhao injured, he thought it was just a flesh wound, so he only checked for poison without looking closely, and then let Xuan Ying bandage him up.

"This isn’t your fault," Xuan Ying said. "He didn’t want to tell anyone, only mentioned flesh wounds so that no one would worry. Not even you — everyone believed him."

At the time, Le Zhao was still cheerful, his expression appeared normal. Who would’ve thought he’d have other injuries?

"Luckily, he’s smart enough to privately seek treatment from Miss Du, or he’d only have himself to blame if he remained injured."

Regarding Le Zhao’s concealment, Xuan Ying still felt a bit annoyed, yet he couldn’t scold him too harshly, so he could only vent his frustration privately.