Chi Xingye cast an apologetic look at the doctor before going on to comfort the Elder Queen, who was more stubborn than a child. "Granny, disinfection will sting a little, but it will get better soon."
Born with a silver spoon, the Elder Queen has always been served by numerous attendants since childhood. She had never experienced any actual physical harm. Although her health had not been good in the past few years, it had never been as dreadful as today.
In the past, even while having her traditional medicinal tonic, she was capable of moaning about it for half the day. Currently, the back of her hand and her leg were scraped.
So, to put it simply, what was a fleeting pain for everyone else, was unbearable for her!
Chi Xingye coaxed her by speaking sweetly and after a lot of effort, she was finally able to help the Elder Queen get past the disinfection process.
During the time the doctor was dressing her wounds, Chi Xingye's phone rang.
It was a call from Song Enyan.
