The little maid reacted and promised to run outside.
"stop!"
Song Wenzhou reluctantly spoke out in pain.
"No need to call the doctor, go...get some cold water!"
The maid paused, not knowing whether to call the doctor or fetch water.
The culprit, Lu Ling, was still leaning on the soft pillow, with a triumphant smile involuntarily forming on his lips.
Song Wenzhou glanced at her face angrily, and she quickly suppressed her smile. With just a blink of an eye, tears rolled out.
"Husband, I'm sorry... Ling'er didn't mean to..."
After saying that, he coughed weakly.
Song Wenzhou suffered the disadvantage of being mute.
You can't just go up and beat her up!
Haitang, who was about to fetch water, saw Lu Ling coughing and turned a little pale, so she hurried over to help her caress her back.
"Hurry up and get some cold water!"
Song Wenzhou roared angrily, his elegant and handsome face became a little distorted due to the pain he endured, and two blue veins on his forehead popped out.
The other maids outside the house finally heard the noise and rushed in. The clever one had already rushed to get cold water.
Lu Ling weakly patted the back of Haitang's hand to express comfort.
Only then did Haitang straighten up and said to Song Wenzhou: "Uncle, Qingfeng Yuan does not have any medicine for burns."
Song Wenzhou was no longer in as much pain as before, but his head was still covered in sweat.
"There is one in our courtyard. Go and ask Yuqing to bring it over."
Yuqing is Song Wenzhou's personal maid.
Haitang responded and hurried out.
Song Wenzhou stopped him again and said, "I'm fine. There's no need to tell the master and his wife."
The injury is in this place, it’s embarrassing to say it!
Cold water was poured in and placed in front of Song Wenzhou.
But who should help him...
Lu Ling closed his eyes and pretended to faint.
Song Wenzhou glanced angrily at the three maids who were not very clever, gritted his teeth and yelled: "Put down the curtain and get out!"
The three maids did as they were told.
Song Wenzhou raised his head and glanced at Lu Ling, only to see that she had turned her body sideways, looking half-dead.
He felt that he could not walk any further, so he could only make do with it here.
After hearing the rustling sound of undressing, Song Wenzhou turned his back and sat on Lu Ling's couch.
The sound of him gasping in pain, accompanied by the sound of swishing water with his hand, reached Lu Ling's ears.
Lu Ling especially wanted to turn his head to see how injured this dog man was.
It's best if he can't do that in the future!
However, his back was turned to him, so he couldn't see anything.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Yu Qing followed Haitang and hurried to Qingfeng Courtyard, only to see three maids standing outside the door with their heads lowered.
Haitang also stood beside them.
After Yu Qing opened the door and went in, she quickly closed the door and saw Song Wenzhou pulling down his pants and sitting on the edge of the cave, pouring cold water on his things.
"Master, why are you so burned!"
Yu Qing rushed over in a few steps, knelt in front of him and began to unscrew the medicine bottle.
Song Wenzhou groaned in pain.
"Master, if you are permed like this, do you really not want to tell my wife?"
As Yu Qing spoke, she glared at Lu Ling, who was lying motionless on the couch.
She thought Lu Ling had fallen asleep.
He was obviously dead, but he came back to life! Why not die cleanly so that you can sit in the position of aunt!
It just so happens that I have been dying for the past three years, and my wife has not said a word!
Song Wenzhou wanted to tell Mrs. Song, but he felt it was too embarrassing.
"I knew it was nothing serious."
Yuqing felt angry when she heard what he said.
When Lu heard Song Wenzhou say it was nothing serious, he felt disappointed. But Yuqing's next words made her feel happy again.
"Master, you've already got blisters, and you're not saying it's serious! I'm afraid I won't be able to live a normal life for a month."
Oops, there are blisters. It seems that it is indeed very hot.
"Master, please be patient."
Yu Qing raised her head and looked at Song Wenzhou's face. She felt distressed and picked up the ointment with her fingers and gently applied it to his burnt area.
The gentleness of movement.
If he wasn't tortured by this burning pain, he would definitely react.
Yuqing chirped for a while.
Haitang knocked on the door: "Master, have you applied the medicine? The servant is coming in to feed the lady some medicine."
Drink medicine.
Song Wenzhou twitched as he recalled the pain of being burned just now.
The pain in the man's area is the most intense, it's almost life-threatening!
Yuqing said angrily: "Wait a moment! It's not healed yet!"
There was silence outside the room for a while, and then Haitang said again: "Can you please stop talking? Miss is still sick. I'm disturbing her rest!"
Lu Ling had wanted to say it for a long time. This Yuqing kept saying unpleasant things, but he didn't have the energy to scold her. It was so noisy!
Song Wenzhou's face darkened.
Haitang is good at everything and is a smart girl. But the most important thing is to protect this waste.
If she hadn't been the maid brought by Lu Ling, he would have dealt with her long ago.
But he can't.
Lu Ling didn't tell Lu Ling about the grievances he suffered and hid it from everyone, but if Haitang knew about it, he would definitely sue the Lu family.
When the time came, the Lu family got angry and took back the ten-cent candle business. Wouldn't it be a small gain but a big loss?
Clenching his fists to endure it, Song Wenzhou said in a deep voice: "Quiet."
Yu Qing wanted to say something else, but after Song Wenzhou said so, she didn't dare to disobey and kept her mouth shut.
After a while, Yuqing helped Song Wenzhou get dressed neatly and went out to let the rough lady bring in a soft sedan and carry Song Wenzhou back to the east wing.
It was already late at night at this time, and the servants were already asleep after being tossed about for a long time.
Only Haitang was still carefully giving medicine to Lu Ling.
"Miss, my uncle's burn should be fine, right?"
Lu Ling took a sip of the last sip of the painfully bitter medicine and took a mouthful of candied fruit to overcome the pain. Then she said leisurely, "If the doctor doesn't even invite me, what can happen?"
Haitang breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, otherwise..."
She blushed, "Otherwise, what will the young lady do in her next life..."
Lu Ling turned his head, glanced at her reddish face, and sighed.
This Song Wenzhou pretended to be so good that everyone thought he was a good man!
A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth: "If his thing is really burned, your young lady may not have much luck in her next life."
Haitang blinked, "No way, miss, you didn't mean it. I think my husband and uncle are both broad-minded people, so they won't blame you entirely."
Broad-minded?
Haha, so funny.
Mr. Song is just that, but Song Wenzhou is a movie king-level figure.
No wonder Haitang couldn't see his hypocrisy.
Lu Ling felt exhausted and hungry, so he said, "Go and get me some candles to light, and go and rest too."
Haitang touched the back of her cold hand and said worriedly: "Miss, if it's really cold, I'll find a Tangbao. How can I keep warm by just lighting candles?"
Lu Ling was stunned for a moment.
Does she think she is cold and stupid?
He waved his hand and didn't explain much.
If anyone knew about his current half-human, half-ghost identity, he should be dragged to the market entrance and burned to death!
Seeing Lu Ling's stubbornness, Haitang had no choice but to follow her orders, find five or six big candles, and light them all.
While lighting the candle, he said: "Miss, this candle is produced by our family."
Suddenly she thought of something and her eyes turned red, "Since the master left, this business almost went bankrupt. The master is still young and doesn't know how to take care of it. Thanks to my uncle, I took over and it started to go uphill again this year."
Lu Ling had already laid down on the quilt, closing her eyes and thinking to herself: What a silly girl.
If he didn't resurrect the corpse, the original Lu Ling would die, and this hugely profitable business would soon fall into Song Wenzhou's pocket.
When the time comes, Haitang might be dealt with by Song Wenzhou!
Bah, you damn heartless thing, it would be better if you cut off your descendants as early as possible!
"Miss, you have a good rest, I will watch over you outside."
Haitang said and went to the outside room, just leaning on the couch without taking off her shoes and clothes.
