The doctor looked at the bell, feeling his cheek burn and throb from the slap.
This maidservant had a truly wicked heart and a ruthless hand. If the slap had really hit this girl, who knows what would have happened.
He had been poisoned by the girl, and just blocked a blow, hoping to garner some goodwill so she would quickly give him the antidote.
Thinking of this, the doctor said coldly, "The two of you, mistress and servant, are quite amusing. Everyone has said the Young Marquis needs rest, and yet you, playing the lady, insist on barging in. A girl yet to be married exhibiting such shamelessness, you're simply disgracing your father!"
