"It's that little girl," the servant girl said.
"Ha!" Aunt Hua laughed, her shoulders trembling with amusement, "A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl can heal? She's probably just grasping at straws because of desperation."
"Madam arranged for her to stay in the room where the young master used to live, which shows she values her greatly. Her medical skills should be decent, right?" the servant girl said.
"Hehe, I don't believe it. I'm just waiting to see a joke." Aunt Hua stood up, walked to the dressing table to undo her hair bun, "Go and see if Master has finished his bath; if he has, bring me hot water."
"Yes, Aunt," the servant girl responded and turned to leave.
Aunt Hua thought for a moment and still called her back, "Wait a moment."
The servant girl turned again, "Aunt, is there anything else?"
Aunt Hua walked up to her, squinted her eyes slightly, "Find a way to prevent that wild little girl from treating Madam!"
