"You girl, it's true. I asked you to go to Qingfeng Temple to recuperate. You can just take a good rest. Why do you have to do so many things again?"
After Mrs. Su knew why Su Mingfeng fell, she went to visit Su Mingfeng in person.
"No matter what the reason is, Feng'er always makes mistakes. And for the sake of her grandmother's health, it doesn't matter what Feng'er does."
Su Mingfeng had a pale face, her long eyebrows frequently frowning because she had to endure the pain, and cold sweat on her greasy forehead wet her messy hair.
"You kid, you really don't want grandma to say anything good about you." Mrs. Su looked at Su Mingfeng with distress, and took the silk from the maid's hand to wipe Su Mingfeng's sweat.
"Mom, this is what Feng'er should do. No one would want such an accident to happen. It should be regarded as a lesson to Feng'er, so that Feng'er can learn from it and gain wisdom."
Although Xiao Jinpei felt sorry for Su Mingfeng, she felt suppressed in front of Mrs. Su.
"The doctor has straightened Feng'er's dislocated foot. The doctor said that as long as he rests for a while, he will be fine."
Xiao Jinpei took the place of the maid and carefully cut off Su Mingfeng's trousers, which were already in tatters.
It was only then that Mrs. Su saw clearly that Su Mingfeng's legs were bruised and covered with red marks.
"It's inconvenient for the doctor to be here. Feng'er, please bear with me and I'll give you some medicine." Xiao Jinpei cleaned Su Mingfeng's wound and quickly applied the medicine powder on it.
During this process, Su Mingfeng gasped frequently in pain, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.
"The eldest lady is really filial. She actually bowed down every step of the way for the sake of the wife's well-being, hoping that Bodhisattva would bless the lady. It's pitiful that the eldest lady was hurt so badly."
Grandma Li admired Su Mingfeng's filial piety: "The eldest lady's body has not recovered yet, and the stone steps are still cold. The eldest lady is worried."
"That's exactly what you said. There are a thousand piles of eight steps in Qingfeng Temple. If you kneel three times and kowtow nine times on each step, you won't be afraid of breaking your little brain."
Mrs. Su touched Su Mingfeng's forehead. That area was red, swollen and bruised by Su Mingfeng.
"As long as it's good for grandma, Feng'er is willing to do anything." Su Mingfeng gave Mrs. Su a smile like a little pear blossom in the rain, and said very sincerely.
"Grandma knows that you and Luo'er are both filial children. You two sisters must be good friends and support each other in the future, so that grandma can feel at ease."
Mrs. Su was deeply moved, then she grabbed Su Mingfeng's little hand, patted it and said.
"Sss..." As soon as Mrs. Su held Su Mingfeng's hand, Su Mingfeng gasped even harder, and her face turned extremely pale.
"Mrs. Mrs., please don't touch the eldest lady's hand. The eldest lady's hand is injured."
Su Mingfeng's personal maid Cuixin wrinkled her little face, feeling the same as her master, and shouted softly again and again.
"What's going on? How many injuries did Feng'er suffer from the fall?" Mrs. Su asked angrily.
Mrs. Su was very relieved to see Su Mingfeng's intact face. Her eyes looking at Su Mingfeng showed not only distress but recognition.
But Mrs. Su was dissatisfied when faced with the endless injuries on Su Mingfeng's body.
"Ah, it's bleeding!" Nanny Li said with sharp eyes.