The room was bright and quiet.
Wen Jin was carefully cutting off the rotten flesh and black skin from his severed finger.
Yingxiang fell asleep on the bed.
Wen Jin was responsible for an entire operation by herself. Without the cheating artifact of the Spiritual Spring Space, she would not have been able to persevere.
Even if the operation is barely completed, the possibility of receiving a job is extremely low.
But with spiritual spring water, it's completely different.
After Wen Jin cut off the rotten flesh on Yingxiang's hand, he immediately rinsed it with medicinal spiritual spring water.
It is neither painful nor has a perfect sterilizing effect.
Even though it was just a finger, it took Wen Jin more than an hour to connect the finger, open the door and walk out.
"How's it going?" The people waiting outside the door immediately rushed up.
Xiaokui was the most anxious, clenching her hands together nervously.
Wen Jin nodded, "Catch it... I'm a little tired. She will wake up in an hour... and call me again."
She got up too early today, and last night she went to bed late preparing various medicines and preparations for the operation.
Before, I had always used my mental strength to support myself.
Now, she was completely relaxed and just wanted to sleep.
"Princess, rest first, over here." Liu Jiaren took her to the wing in person.
Standing at the door of the wing, Wen Jin looked at Liu Jiaren and had many things to ask her.
Liu Jiaren smiled slightly, "I won't leave. When the princess wakes up, I will tell you everything."
"Thank you..."
After Wen Jin entered the room, he fell asleep. The quality of his sleep was so good that it was enviable.
Liu Jiaren was standing outside the door when she saw her maid retreating.
She was in a strange place, surrounded by outsiders. I fell asleep so quickly and slept so soundly...
Liu Jiaren couldn't help laughing, but also felt a little relieved, "You are really big-hearted... you trust me very much, right?"
Liu Jiaren was about to leave, but she glanced at Banxia, Fengchun, and Yu Fei who were standing at the door.
Fengchun's eyes were full of excitement, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a faint heat.
Liu Jiaren looked at her in surprise, "Is it very hot?"
The capital of Liang Kingdom is located in the north, and it is still very cold in January.
Especially Liu Jiaren, who lives in the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty in the south can no longer wear fox fur coats.
Fengchun smiled and said, "It's not hot, but I am."
"Does Ambassador Liu Song know kung fu? Do you want to make gestures? If you move around, you won't be cold anymore."
Seeing how excited she was, Liu Jiaren quickly shook her head.
"No, no, I'll go check on that girl."
Xiaokui and Sister Hong are taking care of Yingxiang.
Sister Hong exclaimed, "Xiao Kui, you have experience. When you reattach your finger...does it hurt?"
Xiaokui moved a little and her little finger was connected. "It doesn't hurt. The princess gave me medicine. The medicine was amazing. I didn't feel anything."
Sister Hong took her hand and looked at it carefully.
"Then why is Yingxiang crying?" Miss Hong whispered.
Xiaokui looked towards the bed.
Yingxiang closed her eyes, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and wet the hair on her temples.
Her lips curled up, as if she was talking in her sleep.
"What? You speak louder, but are you hungry? Thirsty?" Sister Hong lay next to Yingxiang's lips.
Sister Hong listened intently, her expression becoming more and more solemn.
"What did you say?" Xiaokui is young but has a sharp mind. She looks at Sister Hong's expression and is secretly worried.
Sister Hong shook her head, "Wait until she wakes up... then ask the princess."
"Sister Hong, tell me, what is she muttering about?" Xiaokui used to be afraid of Sister Hong. After all, Sister Hong was the madam of Baihua House.
Now Xiaokui is the maid of the princess. The princess is friendly to others and protective of them, so she becomes bolder.
Sister Hong didn't say anything, she shook Sister Hong's hand.
"She said...if the index finger of the right hand is gone, the person will be useless...can no longer design clothes and will be laughed at...
"She also said that she didn't trust the princess... she was afraid that she would never be able to work for the princess in the future."
Sister Hong let out a long sigh.
The two of them looked down at Yingxiang's tightly wrapped right hand.
This wrapped and fixed hand is more exaggerated than Xiaokui's original hand, like a huge steamed bun.
The condition of her index finger cannot be seen at all...
"After all, it's been too long, it's been several days... maybe I can take over the job, right?"
"But mine are all alive! Look, it's just like before!"
Xiaokui stretched out her hand. The little finger was so flexible that it was completely impossible to tell that it had been cut off.
"When your finger was cut off, or rather on the same day... the princess reattached it for you?" Sister Hong asked back.
Xiaokui grimaced and opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.
Indeed, her blood hadn't even dried yet when the princess began to reattach her fingers.
Moreover, she vaguely remembered that the princess said at that time...if it takes a long time, she will not be able to be connected, and she will not survive if she is connected.
"Woo..." Xiaokui was so young after all that she couldn't hold back and cried.
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Before Wen Jin went to bed, he repeatedly told himself, "Just take a nap for an hour, and you must wake up after an hour."
Unfortunately, she spent too much mental energy and remained tense for too long.
After sleeping like this, when I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.
There were people talking and crying outside the door.
Wen Jin suddenly sat up.
"How is Yingxiang?"
Wen Jin asked as he put on his clothes and stood up.
She opened the door and Yingxiang stood outside the door. She was supported by Xiaokui and knelt down softly.
"What is this for?"
"The slave family failed to complete the tasks assigned by the princess, and the princess was harmed... Now that the slave family's right hand has been crippled, they are half a useless person..."
She knelt down and kowtowed, tears falling to the ground.
"Thank you to Princess Xie for saving me again and again, and giving me the opportunity to participate in the preparation of a girls' school..."
"But the slave family has let the princess down after all...the slave family is useless, please princess... let go of the slave family."
Yingxiang's tears were like broken beads.
Wen Jin was a little confused in her sleep. She knelt down and frowned at Yingxiang.
"That's not right... You were not like this before. You were so strong, so optimistic, and so smart before."
"It was originally a bad thing to start a case, but you were able to assess the situation and take advantage of the opportunity to escape from the brothel."
"My brother refuses to take you in, but you are not discouraged and still have the energy to pity the two kittens..."
"How come a broken finger makes you unable to recover?"
"Not only are you not as strong and confident as you were before, but you also don't believe in me."
After Wen Jin finished speaking, he stood up, tightened his clothes and said, "You can leave if you want, I won't force you to stay."
"I'm hungry, do you have food?"
Yingxiang was a little confused, and some thoughts flashed across her mind.
She grabbed Wen Jin's trousers and asked, "Princess?"
Wen Jin looked back at her.
Yingxiang raised her right hand as big as a steamed bun, "Can...can it be connected? And...can it still be used? Like, like Xiaokui's?"
Wen Jin stared at her, "If you can't use it, will you consider yourself a useless person? Will you ask to leave?"
"I still want to entrust you with the matter of the women's school. After all, you have the most experience in the school."
"But these experiences, my trust in you, my reliance on you... you don't regard them as treasures. What you rely on is not your wisdom and experience."
"Is your index finger the only thing you rely on? If your index finger is gone, your fragrance will be meaningless?"
Wen Jin's words were like a wake-up call, jolting Yingxiang, who was immersed in sadness.
