The hand being crippled is the least of the worries; it might even be hard to keep her life.
The Imperial Physician saw Chen Jiao crying so bitterly, he did not dare to say these words.
If the hand can't be saved, she, a gentlewoman who has been pampered since childhood, won't last until the poison consumes her internal organs before her life ends.
His beloved daughter, whom he cherished since young, was writhing on the bed in pain. Elder Yongcheng, thinking the poison came from the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, hurried over impatiently.
He only wanted the antidote and never wondered how the ointment came to be.
The Old Madam looked at the ointment in her hand, her face growing darker than ever.
Her hand clutching the Buddha beads tightened, her entire body shaking with anger.
Even if the Old Madam was foolish, she should know by now—
This time, she fell into a big pit in the sewer.
