Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

Chapter 220 What if it's wet? Let's dry it first!

"The master's injured leg has been splashed with water. Can you open it and see if the wound inside has opened?"

Mrs. Xing said to Qiu Tong with a smile on her face and a hint of teasing in her tone.

"It would be bad if that little bit of hot water made the wound worse."

Qiu Tong's body trembled and she looked at Madam Xing. What kind of trap are you setting for me again?

Mrs. Xing was naturally right and had nothing to fear.

"Why? You don't want to. Did you get the hot water on the master's legs?"

"Can the wound heal if it gets into hot water?"

When Jia She heard this, he thought of the scalding water just now. It turned out that the culprit was this dead girl Qiu Tong.

Although Mrs. Xing is evil, what she said is reasonable.

Just take a look, it won't cost you a piece of meat.

Just tie it up again.

Jia She glared at him, "What's the matter? Are you disgusted that the master is injured?"

Now that Jia She realizes that he has discovered Qiu Tong's true face, he naturally doesn't want to give her any face.

She doesn't deserve it!

Qiu Tong approached Jia She cautiously, her eyes falling on the leggings that were soaked by hot water. She saw water stains all over the leggings, which were indeed a bit disgusting.

She didn't want to touch it, but how could she not do it?

She looked around at everyone, especially at Jia Lian with pity.

Jia Lian stood aside, his eyes flickering, not daring to look directly at Qiu Tong's pleading gaze.

He could only say to Jia She, "Father, should we ask the doctor to come and treat him again? After all, we are not professionals. If we make things worse, we might even make the injury worse."

Everyone who said this thought Jia She made sense, except Jia Lian.

Now that he is still alive, he is flirting with others. Can he really think about himself? Without waiting for Mrs. Xing to object, Jia She refused.

"No need. Didn't the doctor just leave?"

"If I call you over again, will I be shameless? Will it make our house look unruly?"

“Are all these people just eating for free?”

Mrs. Xing watched all this with a smile.

At this point, Qiu Tong realized that there was no room for maneuver.

Then go ahead.

She has a lot of courage.

I always feel that I am better than others. If I want to be stronger, I have to stand out.

Observing words and expressions is the fundamental thing.

Thinking of this, Qiu Tong was no longer polite.

She lowered her head and said, "Then I'll start. Master, please bear with it."

Jia She sneered and said, "Let me see what tricks you can play."

Qiu Tong carefully untied the ropes. To be honest, the doctor just tied it carefully, but it was not that difficult to untie it.

Qiu Tong was a deft person and opened it in no time.

He put the splint aside and opened the cloth on the injured leg.

It was a little wet, but nothing serious.

Qiu Tong felt relieved and looked up at Jia She, with a hint of joy in her tone, "Congratulations, Master. Everything is fine."

She turned to Mrs. Xing again and said respectfully, "Madam, please take a look, it's all right."

Mrs. Xing nodded slightly, her eyes moved between Qiu Tong and Jia She, and the smile on her lips deepened.

She leaned forward, her tone questioning, "Is this okay?"

"There's obviously moisture here. If you keep covering the wound like this, it will be suffocated. How can it heal?"

"Let it air out!" she ordered casually.

"Wait until it's dry before tying it on!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. He just left his injured leg hanging out like that.

Jia She was also a little confused.

The key is to leave him alone and let him cool off!

Mrs. Xing seemed to see through Jia She's thoughts and said calmly, "Then cover yourself with the quilt, so that the master won't catch a cold.

One sentence shut up Jia She's mouth.

Jia She frowned and turned to ask Mrs. Xing and Jia Lian, "What did the doctor say?"

Jia Lian was confused by Mrs. Xing's behavior, but faced with Jia She's questioning,

He had to answer: "Father, the doctor just said that you should rest well and eat a light diet."

Mrs. Xing heard this and added fuel to the fire, "Master, you have always been a hero. This is a matter for you to decide. If you are willing to let them be tied up wet like this, I don't mind."

"Anyway, I hope the master gets better soon and takes charge of the affairs of the hospital."

Mrs. Xing spoke in a gentle tone, sounding virtuous and kind, "With so many of us, we can't survive without the master."

Mrs. Xing's words were too reasonable, and Jia She frowned.

He didn't care whether it was hung out to dry or not, but this would ruin his idea.

I had originally planned to ask someone to prepare a walking stick for me so that I could get around.

Especially those who I don't like, I have long wanted to beat them with a stick.

Where would my prestige be if I kept lying in bed like this?

Thinking of this, his eyes rolled, "Well, let's just hang it out!"

"Maybe it will get better sooner this way!"

When everyone heard this, they were a little surprised. No one could guess what Jia She and Mrs. Xing were thinking.

Only Qiu Tong glanced at the swollen leg and pouted. Fortunately, there was no wound, which almost hurt her eyes. She secretly pulled the quilt to cover it.

Just at this moment, Mrs. Fei came hurriedly and reported: "Madam, where is the meal?"

Everyone then realized that it was already late, and in the rush they had forgotten the time.

Mrs. Xing's eyes widened. "Is there any need to ask? Of course it is placed in the master's room."

"Everyone is here to take care of the master. If everyone goes to eat somewhere else, who will take care of the master?"

"You don't even have the foresight to ask questions like that."

Jia She also felt hungry at this time, and hurriedly urged, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Hurry up and serve the meal!"

Although Mrs. Xing is a hateful person, fortunately she is sensible and knows what is her destiny and what is most important to her.

Jia She glanced at Mrs. Xing grimly, with a plan in mind.

When I get better, I'll just give her a beating and break her legs.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xing just smiled slightly, as if she didn't care about Jia She's thoughts. She turned around and ordered the servants: "Go and prepare it quickly, the master is hungry."

After hearing this, Jia She felt empty in his stomach.

He had to wait patiently.

He sat on the bed, watching Mrs. Xing directing the maids to set the table and serve the food.

Steaming hot delicious dishes were served and Mrs. Xing asked everyone to sit around.

"We are all the master's people, there is no need to distinguish between us, let's sit down and eat!"

There were about six or seven maids, concubines, Jia Lian, and Madam Xing. They sat in a circle and waited for Madam Xing to bring the bowls before the others started to eat.

Jia She's eyes became wider and wider. The fragrance was so strong that it drifted into his head. Now his head was full of food.

That's pheasant soup, that's pickled goose feet and duck intestines, that's...

Jia She waited for these people to be brought to him and fed him.

He waited and waited, but saw that these people just looked at him with sympathy, sat down and ate without saying a word.

Even Qiu Tong, who knew to cover herself with a blanket, sat down to eat.

"You... ahem... have you forgotten something?" Jia She really wanted to scold them, but he felt that there was too much saliva in his mouth, so he decided to hold it in.

Mrs. Xing finished the meal in her hand as quickly as possible and put the bowl down abruptly, "Oh! Master, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Look, I've totally forgotten."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Mrs. Fei, I forgot. Have you all forgotten too?"

"Bring up the master's meal."

Mrs. Fei obeyed the order and told someone to serve the meal, and this time the maid brought the meal.

Jia She was so angry that he threw the bowl away with a "bang!" The porridge splashed everywhere and the room was in a mess.

"You are looking for death. You are eating all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and the sea, but you only give me some porridge."

Mrs. Xing wiped the porridge that had splashed on her body and said calmly,

"Master, you are so old, and you still act like a child. Didn't you listen to what the doctor said?"

There was a note of reproach in her tone.