"Where's the ointment sent by the princess?" Miss Cheng Er angrily yelled at the maid standing aside.
The maid quickly turned around and took out the ointment from the cabinet on the side, "Second Miss, is this what you are talking about?"
Miss Cheng Er reluctantly looked up at the ointment, frowned, and said sternly: "Quick! Bring it to me!"
"Yes, miss." The little maid hurriedly stepped forward and gave her the ointment. ?.?????.???
Miss Cheng Er glanced at her back and said, "Quick, apply the ointment on me."
The little maid took the ointment and hesitated to move it, "Second Miss, do you really want to apply it? This is a gift from the princess to Third Miss. It may not be effective on your injury."
Miss Cheng Er said impatiently: "They are all medicines for removing scars and treating wounds. They will naturally be effective. You apply them to me first. If they are effective, we will continue. If they are not effective, we will not apply them."
The little maid didn't dare to offend Miss Cheng Er, so she obediently opened Miss Cheng Er's clothes and applied medicine to her.
Miss Cheng Er shivered in pain, but she still gritted her teeth and asked the maid to apply the medicine all over.
Three days later, Cheng Wan'er used the ointment given by Mianmian and it obviously had an effect. The terrifying scar disappeared little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her fingers are also slightly steadier than before.
The maid next to her was overjoyed and said, "That's great, Miss Third, your hand is almost healed."
Cheng Wan'er was so excited that her eyes were red and tears were about to burst out of her eyes.
She raised her hand and held the pen. It didn't tremble with force like before.
The maid quickly brought her ink, "Miss Third, give it a try."
Cheng Wan'er held the pen tightly, dipped it in ink, and wrote a word carefully on it.
The handwriting is beautiful, although not as good as when I was young, but it is still correct.
She held the pen and her body couldn't help but tremble.
The maid quickly took the pen from her hand and said with a smile: "Miss Third, your hand is just right. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time in the future."
Cheng Wan'er nodded, turned around and sat down. After trying to calm down his excited heart, he raised his head and called to the maid: "Go, dry some lotus seeds today, and I will make some candied lotus seeds to send to the princess. She likes to eat them. "
"Okay, Miss Third." The maid smiled and stepped back.
For the sake of her good big brother, Mianmian sent someone to tell Cheng Wan'er a few days ago that she wanted her to make some more candied lotus seeds, so Cheng Wan'er thought it was because Mian Mian liked to eat them.
Cheng Wan'er looked at her hand that was getting better and felt very grateful to Xiao Mianmian, so she wanted to be nice to her.
She was an unpopular young lady from the Cheng family and could do nothing else but make something she loved to eat.
Soon, both Master Cheng and Mrs. Cheng heard about the gradual recovery of Miss Cheng San's hand.
They didn't take her seriously in the past, but now they send people to ask her every day.
Miss Cheng Er was left out in the cold.
She applied the ointment that was sent to her for two or three days, but found that the injury not only did not heal, but became more serious, and even caused symptoms of pus discharge.
The little maid ran from outside and said, "Second Miss, could the medicine be wrong?"
Miss Cheng Er raised her head and said with a pale face, "What's wrong?"
The little maid hesitated and replied: "I heard from the people in Third Miss's yard that the princess's medicine is working, and Third Miss's hands are getting better day by day."
Miss Cheng Er was shocked, "It's impossible. I've mixed that medicine and replaced it with ordinary ointment. Not only does it have no effect, it can also make the skin ulcer. How can her injury be cured?!"
The little maid lowered her head and said, "That's why I asked you whether the medicine was replaced by the wrong one."
As she spoke, she carefully raised her eyes and looked at the injuries on Miss Cheng Er's back, "Miss Cheng's injuries are getting more and more serious..."
Miss Cheng Er struggled to sit up from the bed, her face looking very ugly, "Is the injury on her hand healed?"
The little maid took a few steps back and whispered, "Yes, Miss Second."
Miss Cheng Er was completely panicked, and she quickly took out the ointment she had applied in the past few days.
The two pill boxes that were swapped were exactly the same, except that the color of the paste was different.
Hers is slightly white, and the one Mianmian sent is slightly pink. Now the paste is pink. She has obviously successfully adjusted it.
Miss Cheng Er's hand was shaking slightly as she held the ointment. She couldn't figure out why.
Perhaps because she was too angry and impatient, her eyes darkened and she suddenly fainted.
The little maid panicked and hurriedly went to ask the doctor.
When I went out, I happened to bump into Mr. Cheng who came to see Miss Cheng Er.
Master Cheng saw the rash maid and stopped her sternly, "What's wrong? What happened to the lady?"
The little maid hesitated and didn't know what to say.
Master Cheng snorted softly, "Tell me, what happened to her?"
The little maid was frightened and responded hurriedly: "To tell you what to say to the master, the young lady's injury has worsened and she wants me to call a doctor."
Mr. Cheng was still feeling distressed for injuring his second daughter these days, and now he felt even more guilty after hearing this, "Take me to have a look."
After the little maid led Mr. Cheng into the house, she went to invite the doctor.
When the doctor came, he saw that her injury was caused by applying the wrong thing, and that she would almost die if she continued like this.
Master Cheng secretly felt something was wrong and immediately asked all the maids in the yard to force confessions.
Later, several maids who were close to Miss Cheng Er had to tell the truth.
