Feeling Qian Xueying’s closeness, Huangfu Jue frowned in disgust, grasping her arms with both hands and, with a little effort, pushed her away while simultaneously helping her up.
Just as Qian Xueying was about to start speaking pitifully, Huangfu Jue had already pushed her onto the toilet.
"I’ll go find a doctor."
Before Qian Xueying could say anything else, he threw a bath towel at her with a raised hand, "Cover your body with this!"
From beginning to end, he hadn’t looked at her even once, then hurriedly left the room, treating her as if she had some dreadful plague.
Qian Xueying, holding the bath towel he had tossed to her, just stood there, speechless.
Huangfu Jue pushed open the door, calling out Will’s name loudly. When there was no response, he raised his voice again; security personnel assigned to the hallways came running, and only then did Will, followed by Xiuyi, emerge from a distant room.
"Sir?!" Seeing Huangfu Jue, Will immediately quickened his pace, "What’s wrong?"
Giving him a reproachful stare, Huangfu Jue promptly gave orders.
"Get a doctor here immediately. You..." he glanced sideways at a security guard, "find a maid to come."
The group quickly sprang into action, and within moments, a maid hurriedly approached, while from the opposite corridor, a standby physician from the Imperial Palace arrived with a medical kit in tow.
The ensemble returned to Huangfu Jue’s washroom to find Qian Xueying covered in blood, busily helping her out of the washroom. The doctor immediately took out materials like medical cotton and gauze to treat her wounds, while Huangfu Jue stepped over to the window.
Shortly after, the physician had treated Qian Xueying’s wounds, and the maid had helped her sort out her clothing, promptly gathering up the bloodied bath towel to deal with it outside.
The physician came to report to Huangfu Jue, "There seems to be no problem with the bones in her leg, but Miss Qian says it’s quite painful, suggesting a possible muscle strain. The wounds on her back have been dealt with and are not serious."
With Xiuyi’s support, Qian Xueying limped over, starting apologetically, "Duke, I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect things would turn out , I..."
"It doesn’t matter," said Huangfu Jue indifferently, "Take Miss Qian back."
"Yes!" Will immediately responded, moving to their side to support Qian Xueying by the arm, "Miss Qian, please."
All her efforts having been ignored, Qian Xueying felt displeasure internally but was helpless to do anything about it. She could only say goodbye and leave with the support of Xiuyi and Will.
The maid returned, respectfully approaching Huangfu Jue.
"Shall I help you wash your clothes, sir?"
"Don’t bother with it!" Huangfu Jue waved her off, "Just throw them away."
With his fastidiousness, how could he possibly want clothes stained with someone else’s blood?
"Understood." The maid bowed slightly, "May I clean the washroom now?"
Huangfu Jue nodded, then turned and walked into the bedroom, immediately stripping off his soiled shirt and trousers and throwing them aside, and strode into the en-suite bathroom, turning on the shower.
By the time he finished showering and returned, Will had already escorted Qian Xueying back to the Duke Residence and come back.
He picked up the dirty clothes from the floor and handed them to the maid who was still cleaning the washroom.
Dressed in a bathrobe, Huangfu Jue came out and frowned displeasedly upon seeing him.
"What was that earlier?"