"Third sister, does your finger hurt?" Yunuo asked a bit timidly.
An embroidered curtain adorned with falling flowers hung on the crane's beak copper hooks. Du Yunying reclined on the pillow and stretched out her hand: "The medicine woman has checked it. It's been washed, treated, and bandaged again. Be careful these days, and it will slowly get better."
Yunuo breathed a slight sigh of relief, seeing those jade-like fingers wrapped awkwardly and unattractively. Feeling even more guilty, she took out a palm-sized round box from her sleeve: "This is an ointment from the palace for reducing swelling and scars. It was given last year by the aunt from the Duke Jing Mansion to my mother. My mother saw my neck was red and gave it to me to apply. It's cooling and soothing. Sister, you should try it next time."
Yunluo, hearing this, looked surprised at the round box.
