Yin Shuiling was just like a wooden block as she stood in a daze outside the door. Her dress was drenched with a layer of porridge, and even her small beautiful face had a few pieces of rice stuck on it. She looked both comical and disheveled.
At this moment, a nurse, Xiao Li, walked over, "Miss, what is wrong with you? Aiya, your hands are scalded. Are you okay?"
Yin Shuiling regained her senses, and she felt pain. Her small hand and her skin that felt fiery hot. Her eyes were wet, and she was in so much pain that her tears flowed relentlessly.
She always had a low tolerance for pain, but lately, it seemed that she was constantly getting hurt.
Xiao Li looked at Yin Shuiling's gentle and pathetic appearance and quickly said, "Miss, don't cry. Let's go. Let's go over to my office. I will help you apply some medication."
"Okay, thank you." Yin Shuiling followed Xiao Li over to the office.
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