cold clothes

“Actually, as long as you behave yourself, listen to your mother and us older sisters, and practice your skills diligently, life at Fengxiang Tower won’t be too bad.” Nuandong’s tone sounded particularly earnest.

"Sister Warm Winter, do you even believe these words yourself?"

Nuandong paused for a moment, then said, "What are you talking about? You've been at Fengxiang Pavilion for months. Apart from being punished for causing trouble, do you think you've had a bad time?"

"That's good..." But didn't the pigs in the pigsty have food and water before they were slaughtered...?

Leng Yi was unwilling to say anything more.

Nuan Dong could tell that Leng Yi was troubled, and it was a knot in her heart that was hard to untie. She hesitated, wanting to say something, when she caught the sound of extra footsteps outside. A few steps later, Doctor Xie arrived at the door.

Nuandong stood up and said to Doctor Xie, "You've arrived. Please take a look at Ningbi's injury."

"Of course," Doctor Xie replied politely, walking to the cold-cloth bed. After a cursory glance at the two men, he slowly said, "They're seriously injured..."

The scene before Leng Yi wasn't pitch black; instead, patches of black and blood-red hues appeared and disappeared like swirling eddies or specks, abstract and distorted. She sensed someone approaching her; it must be Doctor Xie.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on her forehead, applying slight pressure. A strange sensation came from her head, and the red and black images in her mind suddenly turned white. White, thread-like things moved around the meridians around her eyes. This feeling was not uncomfortable and even eased the nerve pain.

The hand was released from my head, and the pain returned.

What the heck is this?

Dr. Xie's voice came from above: "It's not very serious. He should be better in less than half a month."

Leng Yi: "..."

She suddenly became curious about what kind of injury or illness could be considered serious at Fengxiang Tower, since everyone seemed to be downplaying it.

"Hehe, now that you say that, I'm really relieved," Nuandong said with a sigh of relief.

"You seem to care a lot about this girl," Doctor Xie said.

Nuandong tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't call it that, but I am also her teacher, and it is my responsibility to teach her."

Doctor Xie nodded: "That's true, this girl is a restless one." Then he continued: "I'll write some medicine for external application and internal use. Don't open your eyes for the next few days, and don't do any strenuous exercise. Rest for a while and you'll recover." The last part was obviously meant for Leng Yi.

"Aunt Fang, could you please take a look at how Lingcao is doing?" Lengyi asked with a hint of pleading.

Doctor Xie's expression softened slightly. Looking at Leng Yi's miserable appearance, he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless. Following Leng Yi's instructions, he examined Ling Cao's condition, and his expression gradually became serious: "She has many external injuries... She is a third-class maid. In that case, it will take at least three months to recover. The wound on her mouth will probably leave a scar."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yi exclaimed in surprise, "Are there different grades of medicine?" As soon as she finished speaking, she already had the answer in her heart... If there were no preferential treatment in resources, why would people be divided into different classes?

Doctor Xie also felt a little helpless about this: "This is the rule of Fengxianglou."

Leng Yi: "..."

Doctor Xie left, saying he would bring the medicine over later, and then the room became unusually quiet. Since losing her sight, Leng Yi could only rely on her hearing, so her ears had become exceptionally sharp. She could hear Ling Cao's faint breathing and that Nuan Dong hadn't left yet.