Returning to the military division, Xu Qianwen was startled by the sight of Hu Weiwen's pale face. Learning that his fingers had been crushed, she immediately turned pale with fright, but once she heard that the fingers had been reattached, she repeatedly exclaimed, "Bodhisattva bless!"
"Weiwen, just stay at home and rest. Don't go to work. It takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons. Your finger was broken; you need to properly recover for at least a month. Otherwise, you'll suffer when you're old. Aiyo, you really were foolish. The previous job at the starching workshop was so much easier. Why did you insist on doing that job? Are you feeling the consequences now? How are we supposed to explain this to Daddy and Mommy!"
As Xu Qianwen prepared the brown sugar egg tonic, she prattled on nonstop. Although her words were still not the most pleasant to hear, at this moment, there was a touch of empathy in her tone.
