"How is Lin'er's burn?"
"Reporting to the young madam, it's a superficial injury; after applying the medicated plaster, she will recover in a few days."
"That's good." Xie Ruotong nodded.
"I shall take my leave now," the doctor hastily said.
"Hmm."
The doctor left.
Xie Ruotong approached Xie Ruilin.
Xie Ruilin looked at Xie Ruotong, still putting on airs, attempting to rise from the daybed to pay respects.
"No need, Lin'er's hand is injured, no need for formalities," Xie Ruotong said.
Xie Ruilin thus did not pay respects, merely saying, "Thank you, sister."
Xie Ruotong smiled faintly.
Xie Ruilin deliberately asked, "Sister, are you here looking for Brother Yanqing? He had something important and went to see our father. It should be about the imperial examination."
"I'm not here for him, I'm here for you."
"For me? Please have a seat, sister." She hurriedly invited Xie Ruotong to sit on her daybed.
Xie Ruotong did not refuse and took a seat.
