Yuan Qingling was startled for a moment, and some memories suddenly came to her mind. The day before Little Brother Huo was injured, the original owner of her body scolded him and ordered him to tightly cover the wooden planks on the hut as soon as possible. He rolled down from the hut and got hurt by a nail.
It shouldn’t have been his job.
What was worse, because the people accompanied her to marry over were all sold, she vented her anger on the others arranged by Prince Wenhao to take care of her. She always beat and scolded them. Even Nurse Qi had also been smashed with a cup by her and shed lot of blood.
The original owner was a little violent. No wonder she was annoying in people’s eyes.
“Help me ask Nurse Qi. Can I go and see him?” Yuan Qingling said.
"If you’re really so kind, you wouldn’t end up like this. Stop acting. Nurse Qi and Little Brother Huo don't want to see you," Lu Ya said, turned around and went out.
The large door was closed once more.
Yuan Qingling sighed softly. That kid was dying?
She didn't know how seriously Little Brother Huo was injured, or how the doctor here treated him. If it wasn’t handled properly, it could cause his cornea to come off and the eyeball to burst with infection.
Nothing was more important than life to her. She couldn't eat at ease, so she opened the medicine box and took a few antibiotics, then went out.
Nurse Qi was sold to Prince Wenhao, and Little Brother Huo was a domestic slave. They lived in the low courtyard behind Phoenix Mansion.
Yuan Qingling went around a few times and finally found it.
"What are you doing here?" The second Nurse Qi saw Yuan Qingling, Nurse Qi stared straight at her with red and swollen eyes. Her face was full of hatred.
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