The next few days were exceptionally pleasant for Shen Qing.
No matter what she said, the patients whose conditions had greatly improved treated her like the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva. They steadfastly refused to let her do any work and were terrified she might come to even the slightest harm. If Shen Qing so much as coughed twice, a crowd would immediately surround her, anxiously fussing over her for what felt like an eternity.
Those who had previously been hostile toward Shen Qing were now filled with guilt and shame. As their conditions improved, they rushed to do her chores. The women vied to do her laundry and cooking, while the men took over all the heavy labor—fetching and boiling water, carrying and chopping firewood. This left Liu Ming and the other guard Shen Qing had kept with her so idle that they could do nothing but stand at the main gate like wooden posts.
