Xue Qing and Han Qingyun exchanged glances. Qi Xingchen frowned slightly and asked, "My hand?"
"It seems that I haven't fully recovered yet. Take your time." Xue Qing said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter. Lord Chen will rest for a few days." Han Qingyun agreed.
Qi Xingchen nodded, Xue Qing called the prince to grab the medicine, and retreated with Han Qingyun.
"What should I do? Can his hand be saved?" Han Qingyun lowered his voice.
"I... don't know." Xue Qing frowned tightly, Qi Xingchen was a craftsman, and if his right hand was crippled, he would never be able to cast weapons again in his life.
"Do you want to tell him about this?" Han Qingyun asked again.
"For now... don't. Maybe we can think of a way." Xue Qing said helplessly.
After a while, Hua Ying brought white porridge. He was recovering from his serious injury, so Qi Xingchen could only drink a little porridge.
"Lie down well, don't move around, and listen to me until the injury recovers." Hua Ying never left her side and took care of Qi Xingchen.
Qi Xingchen nodded slightly. He tried to lift his right arm, but no matter how hard he tried, his hand was stiff and unable to move. He was completely numb and lost consciousness.
Hua Ying saw beads of sweat on Qi Xingchen's forehead and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"No, maybe I'm a little tired."
"Okay, you rest first and take a nap, I won't disturb you."
"Yeah. As soon as I woke up, I smelled the fragrance of roses."
"I made rose cake. When you are hungry and want to eat, eat more."
"good."
Hua Ying covered Qi Xingchen with a quilt, Qi Xingchen closed her eyes, and Hua Ying turned around and went out first.
The door was closed, Qi Xingchen frowned and opened his eyes, why... he couldn't move his hands at all, why was this happening?
Hua Ying had just walked out of the room when Xue Qing came over to greet her: "Second brother, I have a few words to say to you."
Seeing Xue Qing's mysterious look, Hua Ying followed Xue Qing and walked in one direction, away from the room.
"What do you have to say, but it's okay to say it?"
"I... Huaying, don't be impatient, just listen to what I have to say."
"I'm not in a hurry, what happened?" An extremely ominous premonition spread in Hua Ying's heart.
"Qi Xingchen, his right hand may no longer be able to make weapons." Xue Qing finally squeezed out this sentence after thinking for a long time.
"He, Xingchen, his hands can't make tools! Why——" Hua Ying's heart dropped.
"Perhaps the tendons are broken. Even if you recover for a while, your hands will feel and you can do simple movements. But you can no longer use swords or forge tools to do these strenuous things."
"Xue Qing, think of a way. With your superb medical skills, you will definitely be able to find a way!"
As a caster, what does it mean to be unable to cast weapons? Hua Ying felt extremely uncomfortable. It would be okay if she was the one who couldn't cast weapons, but Qi Xingchen was the best caster in the world. That was him.
The biggest dream.
"I will try my best." Xue Qing could only say this.
Hua Ying had an urge to cry, but she tried her best to resist it, and returned to the bedroom in a daze. She didn't want to go anywhere now, she just wanted to be by his side.
As soon as she entered the door, Hua Ying saw Qi Xingchen's faint smile again, and she immediately suppressed the sadness on her face: "You're not asleep yet."
"Why do you have such an ugly face? Are you unhappy because I woke up?" Qi Xingchen asked.
"Nonsense! Of course I'm happy." Hua Ying walked to Qi Xingchen's side.