1373: Forget It

Forget It

That's right, where did the young boy go?0

"It seems, it seems like he went out in the middle of the night for a while and never came back….." A voice came from the shadows hesitantly, sounding guilty. 

"What?"

The two elders were startled, and the old man in grey was furious: "He went out in the middle of the night and didn't come back but you didn't even go and take a look?"

The people in the shadows were silent. They thought that he wouldn't be able to escape from here so they only guarded their Young Lord. They thought that as long as their Young Lord was fine then that was all that mattered. Who would have thought that the young boy would disappear in the middle of the night?

"Why are you still here in a daze? Why aren't you sending someone to look for him? Young Lord's stitches have not been removed, what if something happens during this time?" The grey-clothed old man shouted. 

The people in the shadows answered and the old physician sighed: "Forget it! Even if you send someone after him you won't find him. He can escape under the noses of so many people, how can he be caught so easily?"

Thinking about it, the young boy had already thought about running away for a while. Otherwise, why would he have made them send his friend away first?

"But Young Lord..."

"Young Lord's life is out of danger. We just have to wait for him to wake up and wait for the wound to heal, then remove his stitches." The old physician said while stroking his beard. 

"Fine!" The grey-clothed old man flicked his sleeves and walked out.

The old physician followed him out. However, just as he stepped out, he suddenly heard a cough from behind him. He was startled and quickly turned his head: "Young Lord, Young Lord is awake?" He stepped forward pleasantly surprised to check on him. Even the grey-clothed old man outside came back inside quickly when he heard that he had awakened. 

The man on the bed opened his eyes and glanced at the two of them. When they saw that he had signaled to sit up, they stopped him immediately: "Young Lord, your wound is still not healed, it is not advisable to sit up."

"Report!" An anxious voice drifted in from outside. 

When he heard this, the grey-clothed old man said to the old physician: "Stay here with the Young Lord, I will go out and take a look." Saying that, he bowed to the man lying on the bed and retreated. 

The man on the bed rubbed his wound softly and felt a slight warmth but it was not like what it was before. Beneath the mask, his mouth twitched, his voice was hoarse and weak as he spoke: "So I didn't die, who saved me?"

Upon hearing this, the old physician was slightly surprised, but reported accordingly: "Young Lord is wise, the person who healed Young Lord was a young boy, but he sneaked away in the middle of the night last night. I am ashamed that I am unable to let Young Lord see him."

After hearing this, the young man on the bed stroked his wound as if thinking of something, but he didn't speak again. 

At this time, outside…... 

"What? What use are all of you? How can you let him do something like that!" The old man i grey yelled, the anger seething in his eyes: "Get out of here!"

The old physician came outside and said: "Young Lord wants you to go inside."

The old man in grey suppressed his anger before he stepped inside. When he came inside, he heard the Young Lord's inquiry. 

"What happened?"

He paused for a while before he replied: "It is the young boy who saved you Young Lord. He ran away in the middle of the night and stole a lot of things when he left. No one in the courtyard knew about it last night and only found out about it this morning."

The old physician who was standing at the side was stunned when he heard this. Stolen a lot of things? That young boy? The nerve of him!

"It's just a bit of things, what's the fuss all about?" The man on the bed closed his eyes and said: "Do not pursue this matter."

The two of them looked at each other but could only respectfully answer: "Yes!"

At the same time, on the other side…..

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